I died a virgin right after winning the lottery. Bad luck? That's my brand. So when a Grim Reaper offered me reincarnation with a gacha system for a "second chance," I should've known better than to trust my luck.

I rolled... an orc. The only fat orc in my entire tribe.

The dungeon's demon lord gave me three years to lose weight or die. I trained harder than anyone, became stronger than most warriors in my tribe, but my belly stayed huge.

With hours left to live, I made the dumbest decision of both my lives: if I'm dying anyway, might as well lose my virginity first.

[Virginity Lost! System activated!]

[Obtain dungeon control upon complete subjugation]

Turns out I was supposed to be a DUNGEON MASTER, not a slave warrior. And turns out I've committed the ultimate taboo: interspecies breeding, forbidden across all civilizations. Now I'm a fugitive.

Humans, demons, and monsters alike want me dead. My own kind thinks I'm disgusting. I have absolutely nothing left to lose.

Time to turn the worst gacha pull in history into the greatest dungeon the world has ever seen.

Why am I certain this is a dream? Because this can't possibly be reality.


'Showing a dungeon master a fantasy? That's ridiculous.'


My mind can be broken. Just like Shaitan can access my dreams and create modern fantasies, my mind can be eroded or corrupted.


Affiliation: Demon King's Army 30th Legion Orc Tribe


Occupation: Dungeon Master (63rd rank), Legion Commander (Wrath)


But not the system. The system window clearly visible before my eyes was explicitly telling me about my existence. Even if I couldn't trust myself, I could trust Solomon's magic.


Then why must I be in this shitty situation?


'And fucking married to Forneus in the future? Can such a shitty situation even exist?'


Chapter 271 - Parallel Nightmare