The great titan of Shilon's walls Admiral Pig Mao Rang is one of the oldest and strongest living beings in Kudao and among the last witnesses of the Lost History (LH) era; a time shrouded in mystery before Goat Empress Jing Lee reinstated historic recording. Spending the previous millennia sitting at the open front gates of the Divine Wall of Shilon to guard the kingdom from potential threats in his thick golden leather armor; a relic exclusive to the Pig Zodiac reincarnates and wielding the nine-toothed mallet; a weapon bestowed upon him by the Emperor of the Divine Sea Shen Hai. 

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During the creation of the 12 Zodiacs and mortality, it was the Pig who left the womb of the creator deity Umato last. Ever since the characteristics of the Pig have been associated with gluttony, laziness, and a thirst for lust. Therefore Shen Hai issued a punishment to the Pig and their reincarnates. He knew that their traits of loyalty and persistence combined with their sloth nature would make them the perfect watch guards. So Shen Hai declared that no reincarnation of the Pig Zodiac would institute the title of Emperor of Shilon and would instead guard the front gates of Shilon from all armies of man or beast. A position most would consider to be most important. And what's not to love? A life seated and slumped, with all the fare for you to feast. A pig's place is in the mud, after all. 

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Mao Rang savored this position for a long time and managed to fulfill it the way Shen Hai had predicted it. Nomadic armies that paraded in thousands would march to the gates of Shilon only to meet a colossal deity that matched their strength tenfold. Sluggish and heavy he may be, but with his armor and body impenetrable, and a swing of his hammer so great and mighty, Mao Rang was able to rupture the ground beneath him and shape it to his liking. Invaders have even tried more tactical methods such as magic, poison, or simply taking advantage of Mao Rang's slow and lethargic way of movement. Yet in spite, his persistence and vigor stood true, making the breach across the Divine Wall not only impossible but foolish. Eventually, outer factions gave up breaching the walls altogether. Some have tried espionage and distraction, but Mao Rang's eyes, nose, and ears reached far, an ability that would favor his job but not his well-being. 

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Over the centuries of standing at the border of the Shilon Kingdom, he made a habit of creating bonds with the people, whether they were fellow soldiers, travel permit inspectors, or even passing merchants who would see him once or twice a week. He witnessed the lives of many generations to come and he considered his compassion towards them his great power. But those who love the deepest are regarded as the most vulnerable. What toiled outside his perimeter came to take a toll on his longevity, for he could both hear and see the slaughtering of old friends as they called out his name. Every muscle in his body reached out to heed their calls, but his mind kept him put. He knew the tricks they were playing and would not answer them. 

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One night, a massive horde of northern invaders showed up at Mao Rang's post. The horde was nothing the Old Boar couldn't handle, but it was the soldiers up front that he wouldn't dare lift his hammer at. They had captured a village a few miles from the Shilon gates and were taken as hostages. Lined up in the front like a living wall with a string sowed through the palms of their hands to keep them interlinked. The invaders understood Mao Rang not only knew the lives of every hostage but also their ancestors and the conversations and stories he shared with them. Some were willing to die for the people beyond the walls, others were too young to accept death and viciously screamed at Mao Rang to let them pass. Mao Rang closed his eyes, lifted his nine-toothed mallet, and ruptured the earth in front of him with a single swing, eviscerating both the horde and the hostages. When the dust cleared he stood high and mighty and roared a proclamation that could be heard from halfway across the globe. No tactic, no meager peasant could break the will of Admiral Pig Mao Rang and his duty to Shilon and the heavens, for it was time to cease their childish ambitions. 

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No nation has attempted to siege the walls since, and the worship of the Pig Zodiac from the people withered. The gentle giant who was considered the guardian of the people has now become a disgraced soldier who weighed the honor of his duties over the people he swore to protect. To this day he slumbers, waiting for a fool to challenge his might.     

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