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.

The Deathly Soul-Reaper had dissolved. Logically, that should have meant death.


But Witch knew better. No one who made it into the Champions Alliance was that easy to kill. She was confident in her own power, but she was never arrogant enough to underestimate her enemy.


A razor-sharp scythe materialized behind her, slicing the darkness shrouding her Fallen Angel form in two.


The darkness split apart, and the image of the Fallen Angel was cleaved in half. From the void stepped Orion, one of his trump cards played: the power of his eye, the Dimensional Fold. He didn't drop his guard. If even Witch considered him a serious threat, the feeling was mutual.


The bisected Fallen Angel dissolved not into gore, but into a single black feather that drifted to the ground, neatly cut in half.


A feather decoy? Classic, Orion thought, reflexively swinging his scythe in a vicious arc behind him.


Chapter 1092 - Three Fronts