The Eternal Sin - Chapter 42: White Bone River Turtle.

The psychedelic forest was encompassed in a thick cloud of fog, barring the vision of everyone, while behind those thick fog ruled chaos, as countless ferocious creatures fought valiantly.Some distance away, under a muddy patch of grass, a unique little creature stuck her head out from the dark insect egg.“Oh, what the hell is this?”‘Why am I born among this terrifying pile of insects?’The area was densely packed with eggs. Occasionally, one or two fat insects would crawl out from them. They looked scary and hideous.“I think I was playing a game a few moments ago, right? Why did I appear in such a place and become a monster girl?”

An era where every person in the world can see ghosts.Only I cannot see ghosts.

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.

Do not underestimate the act of tilling the soil. The practice of farming holds the power to command the clouds and dictate the rainfall with a mere flick of the wrist. Similarly, never undervalue the humble farmer, who might draw the gaze of stunning women, and vie for the affections of fluttering butterflies.A stunning journalist makes for a worthy companion, and even an aloof, imperious law enforcement officer could be brought to plead for mercy. A tutor? Allow me to provide additional instruction! I may appear as a regular individual, but through a stroke of fortune, I have embarked on a captivating journey, dancing amidst the wind and the clouds!