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.

I instructed my dungeon subordinates on preparatory work for the festival.


Setting aside everything else, I performed what I thought 'this must absolutely be done!' following the dungeon's rank increase.


I was finally expanding facilities after so long. Even if we rested a day for the festival, what I absolutely had to do was the barracks.


Then to increase barracks, I should've opened basement 1, and I sealed that entrance. A contradictory situation, but there was a breakthrough.


[Facility Upgrade: Increases the rank of (Barracks Lv.0).]


[Required Materials: Lumber 16/20, Iron 0/4]


[Barracks Lv.1: Space where subordinates can rest. Reinforcement work completed and storage racks created.]


Chapter 93 - The Real Festival Begins!