Hulk was a pro football player, a guy who loved nothing more than clutching a pigskin and barreling through the defense like a runaway freight train. He lived for the gridiron.

But he never, in his wildest dreams, imagined he'd see a pair of nipples bigger than a football. 

He became a giant baby, reborn with a new name: Orion.

Orion was the runt of the giant litter, the weakest of the bunch.

But when he turned ten, something crazy happened. He saw a strange panel – that not only displayed his stats but also helped him level up. 

With the panel's help, and a whole lot of elbow grease, Orion led his giant tribe to become the most powerful in the Barren Mountains. 

He went from zero to hero, becoming a mighty Titan King. He was no longer the runt; he was the top dog.

At the city gates, Earthshaker and Ol' Two-Horns watched the army depart.


"Old Chieftain, I'm torn," Ol' Two-Horns muttered. "I used to be firmly in the Third Prince's camp. I thought Pallas was the perfect fit for the next Giant King."


"Now, I'm second-guessing. The Fourth Prince... he had the same fire My lord did back in the day. Plus, rumor has it he carved his way out of hostile alien territory. He's been baptized in blood and war. Honestly, I wouldn't mind him sitting on the throne."


Ol' Two-Horns scratched his head, his limited brain capacity struggling to figure out which royal to back.


Smack! Earthshaker backhanded the back of Ol' Two-Horns's head, leaving his ears ringing and his skull throbbing.


"You thick-skulled idiot, what the hell are you stressing about?" Earthshaker scoffed. "A grunt like you thinks he has the right to pick a side? You've got to be kidding me!"


Politics was way above Ol' Two-Horns's pay grade.


Chapter 1626 - Roots of Treason