In the U.S., news of a ferocious giant attacking and devouring a platoon of Special Operation soldiers, and a company of mixed ground units, started making waves. The word around the bases in the area, was the ground forces had tanks, and heavily armored vehicles, but were still decimated. It was hard to believe all of this was done by a single, rampaging giant.

The rumors about the battles were everywhere, and the deceased servicemen’s families had been grinding on every politicians and higher up’s last nerve the last few week's. Questioning the disappearances of their family members. Unfortunately, the whole incident had been classified, and the lab was unfortunately destroyed, with all its samples lost.

They did manage to save the digital data on the makeup of the, “Giant” in question thought, and after extensive simulations, the military believed they might be able to create an upgraded human from the creatures DNA and bone marrow. However, to find out if it would work as it was presumed to, they would require the creature back in their custody. This sparked the biggest manhunt in the US’s military history.

Waking up, John’s body felt sore and stiff, like he had been asleep for too long. Stretching his arms and back out, he immediately noticed, his fingers had regrown, after getting amputated “Thank fuck for that!” Examining his body, it seemed to be back in pristine condition, and he could tell, he had grown quite a bit in his time sleeping. Pulling out his system page, he quickly found out what all had changed.

[Titan God System]

Welcome:

Name: John Thornheart

Race: Kandahar Giant (Nephilim branch) [Adult]

Height: 19 foot 8 inches

Skills: Bloodhound, Forrest Jumper, Magic Sense,

Night vision, Venom immunity, Scale armor.

Poison Resistance, Chemical Resistance, Gas Resistance

Magic: Giants Nature Magic: Tree Magic: [Novice]

Magic Energy: 80

Life expectancy: 400 years

Evolution points: 100/320

System Mission: Return Montezuma’s water Orb to Edom.

Reward: Racial Upgrade, Heart of OG, Crown of the Nephilim.

Feeling much stronger, and with his heart still full of unbridled fury, he got up. Examining the plant he had come in from. He took a starting stance, and shot off, jumping into the tree. BOOM! Smashing into the tree, and going full speed, his face slammed into the trunk. Almost knocking him out. “What the fuck was that?” Getting up and knocking off the loose dirt and soil on him from his wipeout.

He walked around the area, attempting to use his skill and jump back into the trees, or any other vegetation. However, nothing was working. Thinking things through, he realized if he couldn’t use his skill, then he could never return, never avenge, her. “FUCK!!” Getting more and more frantic, he decided to walk around the new world and see if he could find a different way back, and once he did, he would murder every human that he could, sending them to join her in the afterlife. He would make sure she would never be lonely.

Looking around, the new world was beautiful. Everywhere one could see, you could find any number of stunning and exotic, extinct and rare animals, roaming around everywhere. Happily frolicking in the forests, and with plenty of food growing everywhere, the world was like a paradise, but his instincts were shouting at him that something about the whole thing was off.

The trees in the forests were massive, and big enough for him to be able to climb on and up them. Climbing a massive vine tree in front of him, he finally got a bird’s eye view of the area. Standing at the top, John could see trees and forests in every direction, spanning as far as the eye could see. However, after a few tens of miles north, the forest looked to break off, and there was a mountain range.

Finding the direction to travel, he made his move, rushing to the area dividing the forest and mountain range in less than a day. However, once he made it to the divider, the sun began to set, and dim rapidly. Suddenly, a thick fog began rolling out into the area, from out of nowhere. Making it Impossible to find anything.

Trying not to go the wrong way, John decided to climb another tree. However, by this point, he couldn’t see his hand in front of his face from the thick fog, and when he chose the tree, he didn’t pay close attention to it. If he did, he would have realized that the tree trunk from the tree that he was climbing was pure white, and very smooth and hard.

Moreover, the pine needles that came from it were exceptionally hard and sharp, and were covered in a strange red, gooey liquid, making the whole tree a stunning deep red color from its pine needles, and contrasting with its pure white trunk. Gripping his hand on the branches, he heard a crunch, and felt a stinging sensation on his hand that was now covered in red goop.

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Irritated, and annoyed, he looked for another tree to climb, eventually making it up the second one. This did little good though, as the whole area was completely and throughly covered in a thick fog. Deciding to wait for a better time to cross, he pulled down some tree branches and started making a fire. After a few hours of agony, the fire was finally lit and John was getting tired from the physical exertion of making the fire by hand. Falling to sleep, he awoke to a frantic voice, coming from the system. “Warning! Warning! Unknown life form detected! Please exterminate or be consumed.”

Jumping to his feet, he began frantically searching the area, only to suddenly feel a sharp stab of pain from his hand. Looking down, he could see a red and white, pine tree sapling, shooting from his hand, and absorbing his flesh and blood. Growing with a visible speed to the naked eye.

Looking around for something to pull it out with, he grabbed ahold of a flaming log, and held the tree over it. ’SSSSSSSSSSS’. SCREEE!! The tree began writhing in pain and emitting a horrifying, screeching sound from its body. Now fighting back, the tree was using as much of his blood as it could, as fast as it could. Trying to stay alive and absorb him. “Oh, fuck you!”

Using his Nature tree magic, he concentrated on slowing the tree down, if not pausing it completely. This seemed to be working as it slowed down considerably. Rushing towards the fire, he fried the tree, and using his hands, pulled it out, bit by bit, as clumps of flesh and stringy tendons were being ripped out with it. "FUCK!" The flesh that had been Burrowed into by the trees roots, had to be pulled out completely.

If anything was left over, the tree would begin growing from that piece again, and started digging into everything, all over again. Unfortunately, Pulling out your flesh and tendons proved to be exceptionally painful, and was almost worse than death. "aaaahhh!!, Fuck you, you fucking evil little bastard!"

Finally finished pulling out the steel wire like roots, and still gushing blood from the monster tree, wrecking havoc all through his now mangled and shredded arm. He looked down, and noticed he had pricked himself, all over his other hand. When he was first pulling the sapling with pine needles out from his hand. Looking closely, at the tiny wounds, there were hundreds of small, squirming seeds, growing rapidly. "…..Fuck"

"AAAAAHHHHHH!!" Spending the entire night, ripping out seedlings, and burning the saplings, John learned his lesson to never touch anything while he was here, but he did make sure to store some of the flesh tree seeds for the next time he met up with the humans.

Making his way back to the barrier he was stopped in the last time. He was able to easily walk through. However, while passing through the barrier marking the end of the forest, and the beginning of the mountain, the world seemed to spin upside down, turning dark and surreal.

Looking around, the trees wilted, and died, and all of the beautiful and extinct wildlife and ecosystems began to riot and rot, falling apart right in front of his eyes. Holding out his hand to touch a beautiful, white fox, the fox began melting and its fur and skin fell off its body, screeching in pain, and melting into a puddle of goop and dying.

Death was everywhere, and nothing was immune to it. Moreover, the scenery of the mountains changed rapidly, and fell apart, into a singular thin, and tall mountain, with a cave in the bottom. This was lit up by multiple torches, alite with black fire.

Walking into the cave, he realized the torches were not for light, but were the spirits of some kind of former creatures. Seemingly imprisoned, and trapped inside. Forever guarding this cave’s entrance. Looking around, the area felt unnatural, and cold. Not knowing how to leave this world, John thought of her, and made up his mind.

Walking in, the cave was dark, and even with his night vision, it was extremely difficult to see too far ahead, or any details of the cavern. Looking up, he could see thousands of stalactites, sharp as a razor, and poised to fall at the slightest nudge. Walking in, he expected to find someone waiting at the entrance, or someone to explain what was happening, but the whole cavern appeared to be empty.

Walking forward, he stopped at a rock formation not too far away from the entrance. Looking at the shadows on the walls, he began feeling as if he could squint, and turn his head just right, he could see something important.

The section felt like the old visual paintings, where if you could un-focus your eyes, and stare at the painting, you would be able to see a sailboat, or some other image. It was an image in an image, and it had to be seen in a certain way to work. Standing at the cavern, and looking at the wall, he began to feel his mind unwinding looking into the shadow painting.

Finally pulling him in …to a day ….fifteen years ago. Setting up the bands instruments, John was excited, this was the first paid gig his band had ever gotten. He had been working hard for the last six months, practicing with the entire band together and making sure everything was perfect.

His mind was swimming with the absurd notions of going on tour and making a go at being a musician. However, this was not to be. The band was all set, and he had put together everyone’s instruments after driving them there, and being there, “Designated driver” so they could drink and “play better.”

The lights went on, and they were about to start their first song, counting down on the drums with John, 1, and a 2, and a, “BOOO!” “You SUCK!” “BOOOO!” “GET him off the stage!!” “Your drummer is shit!” Standing at the front of the crowd, was his oldest brother, David.

He had rallied an entire group of people together, to boo john offstage, before he even began playing. Moreover, as it was predominately his group of friends and the people they knew, who were attending the party, they all began chipping in and booing him off the stage.

Holding his tears in his eyes, John stepped off the drummer’s seat, and waited through their concert, letting the backup drummer play, before driving them all home, and never going near another instrument again. Driving back, the question of why he had asked him and his band to play their Halloween party, dug in his mind, like a worm. “He really went out of his way to crush me.”

Pulling back from the bizarre acid flash back, John looked around the empty cavern for any hints of what this place was. Seeing nothing of particular value he continued down the empty path, stopping not far from his previous experience.