The Evolution of the Muscle Tattoo Orc

After serving Ryun her meal, I had to contemplate the reasons behind my evolution. If I traced back the steps I took to go from 3-star to 4-star, I realized I had mostly just been eating and shitting on repeat. If I had to find something I did differently, it was that I’d stopped the daily exercise I’d been doing ever since escaping Forneus’s dungeon. And, of course, I’d been performing various rituals while summoning monsters.

Gacha. I had prayed to the Gacha God every single day, hoping for a decent monster. Surely, I didn’t change my class to a Shaman for a reason like that. 'Still, it’s better than nothing since I gained some supernatural ability.' If I’d just ended up with a tattoo, I would have genuinely cried. I was relieved that at least I’d gained a power of some sort; otherwise, I’d just be left with a permanent tattoo and a sense of false bravado.

So, what kind of being would I transform into next? I still had one star left to fill. 'What can I evolve into?' I checked to see if my evolution routes had opened, and to my surprise, three distinct paths appeared.

"...What is this trash game?"

The conditions to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠go from 3-star to 4-star were generous, so why were the conditions to reach 5-star suddenly this difficult? 'Is it just that hardcore?' If 5-star level 90 represents the top 10 demons of Solomon’s 72 dungeons, it’s understandable. Unless you’re a bugged character like Estu, the strongest beings in this world are likely around level 100. 'But the growth directions are clearly different.'

The Grand Chieftain, which focuses on spreading seeds far and wide using my member, is specialized in seeding and harvesting. The Dungeon Lord, which focuses on raising dungeon rank and securing high-star subordinates, is specialized in evolution and dungeon growth. And finally, the Great Warrior is just specialized in combat.

The choice was obvious. 'Grand Chieftain, obviously.' I don’t ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠choose the hard path. If I’m going to reach 5-star anyway, why not take the easiest and fastest route? Just stick it in and finish. Just like how Eila reincarnated with a miraculous probability, if I keep doing it, the count will fill up in no time. 0.1% probability means if I ejaculate 1000 times, it’ll happen once, right?

"Ryun."

"Yes."

"If I ejaculate 10 times a day, can you handle all of that?"

"I’ll take it all, whether it’s 100 times or 1000 times."

I was grateful just for the words. My dream of becoming a Grand Chieftain was just beginning. But to achieve that, I’d inevitably have to fulfill the other conditions as well. 'Everything is interconnected to boost each other.' To succeed in breeding and increase the harem, I need to raise the dungeon rank, and to raise the dungeon rank, I need to fight many enemies. And if I defeat and capture those enemies, I get more targets to sow my seeds. In the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠end, any evolution path for me boiled down to "expanding my influence."

'Emotionally, the path of the Grand Chieftain is the right one, but I can’t give up on the other paths either.' First, leveling up was the priority. And I figured I wouldn’t have many opportunities to level up unless my dungeon rank climbed to B or A. 'No matter how many times I ran the Slime Dungeon, my level didn’t go up.' Was there no good dungeon anywhere? I had no choice but to pray that Meari would discover another Dimension Stone to create a sub-dungeon.

"Ryun."

"Yes."

"It seems you’re the most urgent matter."

"W-what is?"

"3-star."

The condition for raising the dungeon rank. I only needed one more person to secure three 3-star entities. And for Ryun’s leveling, I needed some kind of breakthrough method.

"Ryun."

"Yes."

"I think it’s time your role becomes truly necessary."

"......? Are you perhaps wanting to do it one more time?"

I mimicked the motion of shooting a bow. Ryun began to look at me with a lack of confidence.

"I-I might not be good at shooting a bow, but I’m good at using my tongue!"

"Ryun, you’re an elf. A Ranger. You can’t say things like that."

"Hing...."

Ryun looked like she was about to cry, but it wouldn’t work this time. Because all of this was the beginning of the grand journey for Ryun to become a 3-star.

Thump, thump. I heard familiar footsteps from the other side of the cave. Eila was standing there, looking at me with a frown.

"...Master?"

"Yeah, it’s me."

"That thing on your body... is that war paint?"

"Something like that."

I flexed my arm to show off my muscles and grinned at Eila. Eila avoided my gaze with an ambiguous smile. It seemed she didn’t like tattoos.

"Do you dislike tattoos?"

"No. It’s not that, I was just wondering if you intended to use that as the symbol for this dungeon."

"Ah, that’s for later. Right now—"

"Master. Just as a family crest is important to a noble house, I believe a dungeon needs a cool emblem."

Eila suddenly started taking off her outer garment. There was no one else in the cave, but taking off her top wasn’t a signal that she wanted to fuck—

"Look."

Vwooom. Eila, who had turned her back, raised mana from her body. And on Eila’s back, a geometric pattern resembling a goat’s face was glowing brightly.

"You really are a knight through and through, aren’t you?"

"Ugh... Master, you are the one who made me a complete knight! More than that, look closely. Do you see it, my emblem, this?"

"Yeah. Sure. I see it very clearly."

And her side-boob, too. I had the urge to just walk up and grab her breasts, but I decided to hold back for a moment because of Eila’s serious expression.

"Yes. As you can see, I have an emblem like this. Master needs one too. Ryun, what do you think?"

"Hmm... I think it’s a great idea! In that case, I’ll have Master’s emblem engraved on me."

Ryun covered her lower abdomen with her hands. I was dumbfounded, wondering if she knew what she was saying, but the system notification that followed left me even more speechless.

"......Ryun, thanks to you, I’ve ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠come up with a new idea today."

"What is it?"

"I’m going to brand everything in this dungeon as mine."

It was a kind of mark. It was a sign that while free behavior was encouraged in this dungeon, it was also a warning that 'these ones' were strictly off-limits. Ryun, Eila, Lime. I didn’t know if more would be added, but for now, these three were definitely confirmed.

"Hehe, look forward to it. I’m damn good at design."

There were countless tattoos floating in my head. Whether she knew my desires or not, Ryun was smiling brightly, showing her anticipation.

"But Master, are you planning on going out?"

"Yeah. There’s somewhere I need to go."

"Somewhere?"

"Yeah. Do you want to come along?"

"I don’t know where it is, but if you allow it, I will follow."

"Good. The place we’re going is...."

I pointed outside.

"The outside world."

* * *

"Then I shall be off, Baroness."

Sir Gei knelt on one knee and offered his respects. The other party was Baroness Virgo, and the Baroness came out to see Sir Gei off with a stiff face.

"...Please take care on your journey."

"Yes. Of course."

Baroness Virgo grumbled, but Sir Gei didn’t care at all. Whether he knew the Baroness’s heart or not, he was still smiling brightly, and the Baroness hesitated before finally opening her mouth.

"...Sir Gei, do you happen to like cream pie?"

"Yes. I love it very much."

"Then would you like to have one before you go? It’s better