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.

This was the territory of the Death-Soul Race. Over countless eons, they had warped and terraformed the entire realm into a bizarre domain habitable only by their own kind.


When Kaidric teleported Orion's Death-Soul Fiend avatar here, Orion arrived completely blind to his surroundings. Before him stretched an endless expanse of black mist.


Standing in the thick fog, Orion felt the mist actively corroding his body, rotting his flesh inch by inch. Yet, simultaneously, this very decay fortified him. It was a microscopic, almost imperceptible enhancement of his physical resilience and overall power.


A twisted realm and a miraculous fog. So this is the Death-Soul Race's domain?


Orion sensed that as long as he remained in this world, his strength would grow infinitely.


Chapter 1654 - High Caste of the Death-Souls