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.

Grimm was Aina's territory. At its heart stood her Windmill Keep—a place that, to Aerin the Wood Elf, Caesar with his endless craving for steamed buns, and Scarecrow Branric, was packed with childhood nostalgia.


Multicolor light spilled from crystal chandeliers, illuminating tables shaped like fluffy clouds of cotton candy. Enchanted silverware danced automatically across the table, surrounded by mushroom chairs that blew rainbow bubbles. A floating tower of strawberry cake hummed a soft, nostalgic lullaby about the distant moon of a lost homeland.


Scarecrow Branric slowly opened his eyes, physically forcing himself out of the comforting haze of the memory.


"Fairy tales are built on lies," Branric rasped. "As nice as this place is, I'd rather know why the Boss called us all here."


Hearing the Scarecrow speak, Aerin, Caesar, and Tangere snapped out of their nostalgic daze and turned to their host, Aina.


Chapter 1593 - Deadweights and Demigods