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Jack has spent his life as an outcast, suffering from a rare condition that keeps him from reaching the Colossal BMI standard of his world. Ridiculed and shunned, he loses everything, his family, his purpose, and his will to fight. But just when he hits rock bottom, fate takes an unexpected turn.

Unwillingly transported to a realm of magic and steel, Jack finds himself in a world where his so-called "condition" is the norm. Here, strength isn't measured in size alone, and for the first time, he isn't seen as weak.

As he navigates this unfamiliar land, forging friendships and uncovering hidden truths, Jack faces a choice: return to his old world and seek vengeance on those who wronged him or embrace this new home where he finally belongs.

Will he let go of the past or let it consume him?

The Legend of Jack the Colossal

I was raised by a single mother in a small, poorly built cottage nestled deep within the woods, so far removed from the outside world that I never even knew of Caelum's existence. For as long as I could remember, our little world consisted of just the two of us. No cities, no kingdoms, nothing beyond the endless stretch of trees and the walls of our humble home.

Growing up, I believed the world had been made for us alone. My mother, strong and resilient, carried burdens far greater than she deserved. Each morning, she rose with the earliest birds, venturing into the wilderness to hunt for food. Every day, she chopped wood to keep our fire alive, ensuring I never shivered through the bitter winter nights. Her care for me outweighed her concern for herself, every meal, every sacrifice, every quiet moment of exhaustion in her eyes was proof of that.

Then, on the day I turned seven, our secluded world cracked open.

A stranger arrived at our cottage, the first person I had ever seen beyond my mother. She was striking, with hair as red as roses, skin pale as fresh snowfall, and the physique of a warrior. I remember the way she smiled, as if she knew me.

"My name is Xanthe," she said. "I'm looking for Rhea."

I didn't know what a "name" was, let alone who or what "Rhea" might be. But when my mother returned from hunting, I learned the truth, Rhea was her name and from the way they spoke, it was clear they had known each other for a long time, though Xanthe looked far too young to be my mother's friend.

Xanthe became a frequent visitor, always bringing delicious food and treats. We grew close, and from her, I learned the truth about the world beyond the woods. The stories my mother had read to me as a child weren't just stories, they were real. We weren't alone. We belonged to a race known as the Colossals, giants. And beyond these trees, there were cities, castles, and countless others like us.

Xanthe told me of her own past, how she had lost her mother as a child and how Rhea, once a servant in her household, had cared for her like a second mother.

Then, as suddenly as she had appeared, Xanthe vanished. The visits stopped. The treats, the stories, the warmth of her presence, all gone. And so, my world shrank once more, leaving me with nothing but questions.

CHAPTER 1: DEEP IN THE WOODS