Paradis—an island called paradise.
Every Pure Titan there lived "carefree."
Except Rein.
He was the only "unhappy" one—beyond unhappy, drowning in despair.
Time marched on, seasons shifted.
The despair never stopped.
Year 848.
Three years after Wall Maria fell, deep in Paradis' heart, a still lake rippled once more.
A giant figure erupted from the water. Sunlight caught the spray, forming a rainbow.
Leaping ten meters high—not a fish, but a Titan.
Over ten meters tall.
"I'm finally out!!!"
A booming roar shook the lake.
After three-plus years, Rein had evolved into a master swimmer.
In the long-lost sunlight, his face glowed with excitement.
He'd changed—taller, hair longer, muscles gleaming from years in water.
Without that strength, how could he escape the white waterfall's crushing force?
Floating like it was solid ground, his eyes blazed. "Ten thousand tries! I broke the loop!"
He scanned the scenery—familiar yet strange.
"What year is it?"
Trapped in that sunless cave, time had blurred away.
But the red task bar overhead showed five years hadn't passed.
Time left meant hope.
Rein dove back in—legs together, arms forward, twisting like a fish.
Simple moves, explosive power.
Two strokes, a flick of his tail, and he shot out, landing on the shore.
Three years ago, the hometown trio chased him into that abyss. Now, he stood here again.
Three years of shame—time for payback.
"I've suffered too long. No revenge, no peace!"
He stormed off the lake, heading home.
Three years changed everything. Memory fuzzy, he relied on faint traces to find his way.
Luck held. A few turns later, he reached his old straw nest.
It was overgrown—dry grass buried under thriving green.
His scavenged farm tools rusted over.
"Right! The map!" He remembered that find from three years back. But searching the nest—nothing.
"Probably snatched by Reiner's crew."
He sighed. "Forget it—business first!"
Grabbing a pile of tattered cloth from the ground, he shook off the dirt. Rain had rotted parts, but the core was solid.
"Still good!" Rein grinned, tearing it into strips.
Rip~
He twisted the strips into a rope.
Snapping a branch from a tree, he stripped the leaves, bent it into a loop, and wound the rope around it.
"Done!"
A hoop with a long cloth line trailed behind.
He slipped it over his neck and yanked.
Cough, cough~
Pressure choked him, but his face lit up, eyes burning.
He stood, snagging a rusty pitchfork.
Corroded, but sharp and sturdy—perfect as a dagger.
"Revenge time!"
Left hand with the hoop, right with the fork, rope fluttering behind—like a warrior reborn.
He marched off.
But… wrong way?
Not toward Wall Maria—back to the lake.
Splash!
He leaped in again.
No one guessed his target wasn't the trio—it was the mad dog Titan that bit him over ten thousand times!
After three years escaping, he didn't flee—he stormed back into the jaws of hell.
Now a water master, he slipped into the undercurrent, thrilled, not scared.
His lungs, honed over years, held endless breath—no drowning now.
The current tossed him like a washing machine.
Swirling, swirling.
At a gap, it spat him out.
Feet dangling, he plummeted with the flow, dizzy, like riding clouds.
A twist, and he shot out like an arrow, landing smack in the cave.
Bang!
A hard hit.
Once, that would've knocked him out, bones shattered. Now? His upgraded body shrugged it off, standing steady.
"Mad dog! Bet you didn't expect me back! Hahaha~"
Laughter echoed through the cave.
Rein eyed his hoop and fork, swallowing hard.
Ten thousand face-offs, and he still felt fear.
But that fear fueled a raging fire. He charged in.
Dim and gray, but to him, crystal clear.
Pure Titans crave light—without it, they weaken, minds fog, slipping into chaos.
Years in darkness trained Rein. No more fog—his mind sharpened.
The only Pure Titan unbound by light!
Well, the mad dog too.
Soon, a figure leaped from the depths.
Click, click~
Seeing Rein, the mad dog dropped its old ferocity for a mocking snort.
A taunting laugh rasped out.
"Still mocking me?!" Rein snapped. "Today, I'll skin you alive!"
Public Intel: Titan physiques can evolve—even to eight-pack abs!