Darkness.
It wasn't the kind of sleep-darkness where dreams sometimes flicker like broken lanterns. No, this was the hollow absence of everything — silence that stretched into infinity, suffocating, endless. For a moment, I thought this was it. Eternal death.
Then sound came.
Muffled at first, like voices through a wall. The whispers grew sharper until they ripped through the void.
"Kill that monster!"
The roar snapped my eyes open.
"Wait—what?!"
I barely had time to move before a storm of steel and magic rained down. Swords flashed, spears thrust, and fireballs burst against my skin like firecrackers. Men with weathered faces and hardened eyes charged with killing intent, their boots pounding the earth.
And they were all aiming at me.
Panic surged. My mouth opened to protest, "I'm not your enemy!" But my words drowned in the chaos. Blades glanced off my flesh with a ringing clang. Arrows splintered against me like twigs. Spells fizzled uselessly on my skin.
I raised a hand instinctively—
—and froze.
The hand wasn't mine.
It was colossal. Each finger thicker than tree trunks, each vein bulging like ropes. My shadow fell across the warriors like a mountain had come alive. Their attacks, ferocious as they were, felt like children beating against a fortress wall.
I staggered back, the ground quaking with each step.
What… what happened to me?
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Hi. Name's Justin. Yeah, the giant.
You're probably wondering how I ended up here—swinging limbs the size of towers while a medieval firing squad tries to shank my ankles.
Well… let's rewind.
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Back on Earth, I was nothing special. Nineteen years old, college dropout, gaming addict, self-proclaimed otaku. My life was mostly pixels and instant noodles, punctuated by church on Sundays because, despite everything, I was still raised to fear God.
Then, without warning, death came. Not a heroic blaze of glory. Not even some truck-kun meme. Just… gone. One blink, and I was swallowed by the void.
Or so I thought.
Because when I woke up—when my eyes snapped open to a new world—I wasn't Justin the loser anymore. I was something else entirely.
A giant.
And not just "basketball player" giant. I mean skyscraper giant. One hundred and fifty meters tall. To the villagers screaming below, I must have looked like a living calamity.
Before I could even process the insanity of it, something even crazier happened.
A chime. Clear. Mechanical. Unmistakable.
Ding.
> "Welcome, Host, to the Giant System."
I froze.
A system? Like in the mangas and webnovels I used to binge-read at 3 a.m.? You've got to be kidding me.
Excitement sparked in my chest—until I saw the next notification.
> [Harem Collection Quest Activated]
…what?
'HAREM?!'
I nearly faceplanted right then and there. I mean, who in their right mind would fall for this—a mountain of meat and muscle stomping through fields? The thought of romance seemed impossible. Ridiculous. Maybe even blasphemous. I was still Christian, after all.
And yet… my pulse quickened. I wasn't proud of it, but—well, who could resist at least wondering what the system meant?
I shook the thought aside. Priorities first. Survive the angry mob. Figure out what the system wanted. Then maybe… maybe entertain the absurd possibility.
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The world quieted as the warriors retreated, realizing their weapons were doing less damage than gnats biting an elephant.
Then, more chimes.
Ding.
> "Host has unlocked Starter Pack."
"Passive Skill Pack acquired."
One by one, lines of glowing text scrolled through my vision.
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Unlocked Passive Skills:
Divine Famine – Your hunger devours worlds.
Immortality – Death will not claim you.
Hyper Regeneration – Wounds knit faster than blades can cut.
Infinite Potential – No ceiling. Only growth.
Limit Breaker – Transcend limits again and again.
Max Luck – Fortune bends in your favor.
Virgin Eyes of Truth – Seek purity, see what others cannot.
Copy Cat – Learn what you witness.
SYNTHESIS – Combine skills into new ones.
Predator – Absorb what you consume.
Intimidation – Your presence is terror.
Auto Repair – Body mends itself like steel reforging.
Resistances – Physical. Magical. Mental. Even the soul.
Continuous Evolution – Adapt forever.
Quick Adaptability – Learn instantly.
Mind Reading – Hear the whispers of thought.
Lie Detector – Truth resonates.
Painkiller – Numbness against agony.
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I stared, jaw hanging.
"…BRO."
This wasn't overpowered. This was divine-tier. Cheat sheet of cheat sheets. God mode.
I almost laughed. Maybe this was some cosmic joke—drop a humble Christian otaku into a god's body, then hand him the keys to every power fantasy ever written.
But before I could test any of it—
Ding.
> "Daily Tasks Assigned."
The list scrolled endlessly:
100,000 push-ups.
100,000 sit-ups.
100,000 squats.
100,000 sword swings.
100,000 pull-ups.
100,000 laps.
…
"What the—?! I'm already invincible! Why do I need training?"
The system was merciless.
> "Effort is required to gain mastery. Growth without discipline is ruin."
> "Host has been given a Spatial Training Ground."
"Wait, wait, WAIT—!"
> "Tutorial begins now."
The world around me shattered.
And I was dragged into hell.
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Weeks Later
Sweat cascaded like rivers down my titanic frame. My chest heaved, lungs burning, muscles tearing and repairing faster than they broke.
The system didn't let me slack, not even once. No shortcuts. No god-mode cheats.
"Alright," I rasped, pulling up my stats.
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Name: Justin
Age: 19
Race: Rogue Giant
Class: None
Stats:
Strength: 4000
Speed: 4600
Intelligence: 3800
Durability: 4600
Endurance: 4400
Stamina: 5200
Charm: 5000
Dexterity: 4200
(Compared to my old, pathetic human self? The numbers were laughable.)
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I wasn't just stronger. I was becoming a monster.
Ding.
> "10% Quest Progress Achieved. Reward Granted."
A flash of light. A book descended, hovering in my palm despite my colossal size.
Martial God & Heavenly Demon Footwork Techniques
Heaven-Shattering Footwork – Move faster than light, crush skies.
Shadowless Demon Flash – Erase presence, strike unseen.
I stared at the techniques in disbelief.
"…I'm literally the size of a skyscraper. My footsteps cause earthquakes. Why the hell would I need assassination skills?!"
The system answered coldly:
> "Host will need these skills in the future."
I didn't like the sound of that.
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Months Passed
Relentless training. Broken bones. Rebuilt muscles. My body screamed, but my will endured. Techniques fused under my hands, blending divine martial arts with demonic savagery.
Shadowless Heaven-Shattering Demon Footwork was born.
A movement technique that let a skyscraper vanish like mist.
And that was only the beginning.
I learned fists that burned like hellfire. Blades of storm and lightning. Scales harder than dragons. Palms steeped in poison. Swords that carried death itself.
Each reward pushed me further. Stronger.
Until—
Ding.
> "55% Quest Progress Achieved."
"Training Hall Upgraded."
"Battle Simulation Unlocked."
Curiosity flared.
But the next line froze my blood.
> "Notice: Painkiller and certain passive skills deactivated during simulation."
"…Wait. WHAT?!"
> "Host must experience pain and death to avoid cowardice."
And so… the real torment began.
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Three Years Later
Blood. Sweat. Endless deaths. Simulations that tore me apart again and again, until fear itself became meaningless.
I emerged from the crucible transformed.
Not just a giant. Not just an overpowered reincarnator.
But something else.
Something the world would tremble to face.
I stood tall, casting a shadow over the horizon, and whispered to the heavens—
"I'm ready."
If they thought they could stop me?
Let them try.