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Sanghyeon Kim. Male, 21 years old. Military service.

These few words were the entire profile of the human being I was.

… … It was like that until I met the goddess.

An ordinary man who grew up in an orphanage and solved military problems as soon as he graduated from high school.

Because I was like that, the fact that I met the goddess was just an amazing experience.

At best, it’s the feeling that ‘there really was a divine being.’

In a life where I lived with contempt and ridicule, I began to prioritize faith over faith.

Instead of reflecting on myself through religious contemplation, I was busy preparing for the coming future.

But looking back now, the existence of a goddess was truly terrible.

“… … Status window.”

A hologram unfolds before your eyes with a low murmur.

What was written there were my completely different specifications.

[Lana Regnant]

– female.

– Characteristics: Immortality, Dungeon, and concubine of the devil.

Like this.

One day, I suddenly met a writer named Goddess and changed my profile to suit her taste.

Suddenly, I changed my body from a healthy adult man to a beautiful woman.

That’s a damn pretty girl, too.

A woman with a beautiful and sexy body that will immediately capture the attention of men as they walk down the street.

“Meanwhile, the name is Lana again… … .”

Rana.

A Latin word meaning frog.

The damn goddess bitch put a frog in my name to show that she was a TS.

Like a tadpole growing up, it means that I, who was a man, has completely changed into a woman.

And the growth of tadpoles is an irreversible change.

In other words, it is a name that implies a warning that there is absolutely no chance of me turning back into a man.

Really shit.

I feel like I want to punch the goddess in the face if I ever see her again.

Moreover, there was a string at the bottom of the status window that added fuel to my anger.

– Virgin.

– Development status: Pussy Lv.0, Mouth Lv.0, Anus LV.0, Breast (nipple) Lv.0, Uterus Lv.0, Other LV.0

– Type of monster born from pregnancy: None.

“I really hate this… … .”

The erotic status that was only seen in adult night games for people over 19+ was firmly established.

The words of the goddess who asked me to become the seedbed of monsters and travel through her world.

It was a status window to achieve that damned suggestion.

“Is this crazy bitch’s hobby of corrupting men with women?”

Of course, I have no intention of following the goddess’s words.

No matter how much my body has changed into a woman, my mind still retains the soul of a real man.

If you want to be fucked, you will be fucked and you will never be fucked!

I fell into this world with a new belief engraved in my heart.

I immediately locked myself in the village doing nothing.

What if I don’t travel this world in the first place?

There is no need to become a seedling.

Am I a genius by any chance?

With that in mind, I stayed in a village inn for three months.

Meanwhile, a new problem arose.

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Thump, thump, thump… … !

“Ugh!”

A bit harsh sound to wake up to a refreshing morning.

The noise of a knock on the inn room door made me jump out of bed.

Clunk, rattle!

What is heard next is the sound of the doorknob being forcefully turned.

“Hey, lady! Come out now!”

And it was the sound of a man yelling at me.

The locked room door rattles as if it will break.

“You know everything that’s inside?! If you don’t come out, I’ll break down this door!”

“… … It’s your inn.”

“So come out quickly!”

bang! bang!

“Hi Iik… … .”

The knocking sound became even louder.

My shoulders shrink without me realizing it.

Is this a side effect of becoming a woman?

Unlike when I was a man, I became more often startled by loud noises.

I quickly got up and unlocked the door before the innkeeper actually broke it down.

When I opened the door, I saw a burdensome figure that seemed to fill the hallway.

“What’s going on?”

“Ask because you don’t know?!”

“So, don’t shout… … .”

Even if you don’t, you’re so big that it’s scary.

“Phew, yes. I’m going to give the same answer as yesterday anyway, but I’ll see if I ask. When are you going to pay for the room?”

“Yes?!”

“The room price, the room price! I let you stay because you said you would pay it back quickly, but you haven’t paid a penny yet!”

“Joe, if you could wait a little longer… … .”

“That bit has been there for three months already! Do you want to work?!”

“But… … .”

“I don’t want to hear excuses. As of today, if you don’t pay the overdue rent, that obscene body… … . I’ll kick you out, you know that!”

bang!

The owner, who had a violent personality, slammed the door shut and went downstairs.

I held my breath for a moment and put my ear to the door.

The moment I was sure that I had gone far enough.

“Oh, how do I really make money!!!”

I jumped into bed and screamed lightly.

money.

need money

The life of a hermit who lives in the quiet countryside and never leaves the village.

For him, he needed a lot of fucking money.

Of course, there were simple jobs to make money in the village.

A rural town that isn’t that big.

At most, it involves helping in the fields, milking cows, or serving drinks and snacks at a restaurant.

But I couldn’t even get those things freely.

This was due to the bug-like nature of the status window.

Dunjae.

As the word suggests, a person who has no talent for work.

My frail body was so incompetent that it could not take on any work due to this damn trait.

While working in the fields, they crush all the harvested food, knock over a jug of milk that has been squeezed, or pour a glass of wine on a customer’s head.

Dunjae’s scope was so wide that he made mistakes in everything he did.

– I won’t charge you for damages, so get the hell out of here.

– One day’s pay? Even though you do this kind of work, you still ask for money?!

The people who hired me because they were lured by my pretty looks and big tits soon got tired of me and fired me.

– We need some help, but you’re useless.

– person? I already got everything.

– Oh, go away.

Now the rumor has spread through the village, to the point where no one even wants to entrust the work to them.

It has reached a point where just approaching a person in trouble is met with double insults.

In the end, I haven’t earned a single penny for three months.

Meanwhile, I ended up bearing the burden of paying for the inn.

“If I keep going like this, I’m going to starve to death.”

There was one last means of making money left.

What a woman with a pussy can do.

But I shook my head and erased that thought.

Because I am a man.

The face is really pretty, the breasts are really big, and the close-cut, straight view is beautiful!

Because my spirit is a man.

“I’d rather become an adventurer and hunt monsters!”

In the end, I retracted my resolve from three months ago and opened the door.

“Hey… , Mr. owner?”

“What is it? Are you really going to pay for the room?”

“No, can I borrow some equipment?”

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I grabbed the heavy iron sword with confidence.

It was an expensive weapon borrowed from the owner of the inn.

“Is this what happened? Adventurer, nothing special, right?”

I thought there would be a process such as having your skills tested in a guild or touching a crystal ball for appraisal, as seen in many creative works.

The village adventurer’s job was simply to kill monsters and sell the by-products to make money.

Of course, if the scale grows and more organized manpower comes in, a system called a guild will be created for professionalism and convenience.

There is nothing like that in this remote countryside.

“Monster extermination mercenary is a more appropriate word.”

mercenary.

It is commonly said that the second oldest profession in the world is mercenary.

This is said in the sense that what people easily sell when they are cornered is their own labor.

And I am today.

To monetize my own labor.

He changed from unemployed to a mercenary to exterminate demons.

“The current situation seems to be just as the damn goddess thought… … .”

Snapping.

My teeth gritted beneath my tightly closed lips.

There are a total of three characteristics that the goddess gave me.

Immortal, Dunjae, and Demon Concubine.

In turn, the ability to not die or grow old.

And the ability to lose talent for work.

Lastly, it was the ability to strengthen the offspring of the monster she was carrying in her womb.

I still feel like the words he told me while giving me the three characteristics mentioned above are replaying in my head.

– The world today is overrun by humans. The monster side also needs to become stronger to balance things out. So, give birth hard.

“Fuck, then you come down and throw away the monster and the bastard!!!”

Why do you kidnap a normal man and turn him into a woman?

She also has a vagina and is a female with a uterus.

Anyway, whatever.

Because the goddess expected that from me, she gave me the burdensome trait of being dull.

The goal is to make it impossible for people to live only within the village and to encourage them to move outside the village.

This would mean repeating pregnancy and childbirth forever with the power of immortality and giving birth to a strong offspring through the demonic impregnate.

Now that I think about it, I guess I only received it for the damnedest traits in the world?!

But here I will try to catch the goddess’s wits based on her characteristics.

Just because I go out of town and fight monsters doesn’t mean I’ll become a bastard.

Even if you encounter a monster, you can win, right?!

“What will you do if I win, you idiotic goddess? What can you do?”

In particular, no matter how much one thinks about the ability to become immortal, it is definitely the goddess’s mistake.

doesn’t die

That means you can challenge the monster until you defeat it.

The time has come to tear monsters limb from limb with human grit.

“Key profit!”

“Just in time, the first offering of the day appeared!”

Squishy blue body.

A red core located in the center.

An irregularly shaped, smooth mass that moves slowly.

It was the most commonly encountered monster in fantasy, slime.

He was just the right opponent.

Ah, the slimes of the world are the weakest monsters that even a child can catch.

Sreung.

He pulled the sword out of its sheath with a clear sound and then shouted.

I have at least the slime.

“Win!”

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It is often said that the second oldest profession in the world is mercenary.

And most people who hear this ask the question, then what is the first thing?

“Wow♡.”

The answer we get back is that mankind’s first occupation is a prostitute.

This refers to the fact that when a human being is cornered, the first thing he sells is his own body.

And I am today.

“I lost… … .”

Defeated by slime.

She went from an adventurer to a prostitute.