Slave Orc in the Dungeon

I was born as a new being.

An orc.

Reincarnated into another world while maintaining my memories, I became a typical monster with green skin and a pig-like appearance. If there was any consolation, orcs in this world were considered one of the human races.

"Brother! Today we shall learn about the courage of the Red Wolf!"

The problem was that all the other guys were typical warrior-type orcs who always had "Brother!" on their lips, while I was like a typical pot-bellied demon race from an erotic game who violates female characters.

Though we were clearly the same orc race, I suspected there might be some genetic-level issue. Otherwise, there's no way I'd be the only chubby one in our tribe.

I'm not fat.

Just chubby.

Still, I had opportunity left. There's a 3-year growth period before a newly born orc becomes an adult. Though I currently had childhood obesity, I would lose my belly fat and become a desert warrior with impressive six-pack abs.

I had to become such a being to survive. Because I was born with a strong death flag planted from birth.

"What is this ugly pig? Hey, it's a crime to make my eyes suffer. Kill it."

"Lord Forneus! This child was born less than 10 minutes ago! Please show mercy!"

I was disliked by Forneus, the demon who ruled the 30th dungeon of our legion, simply because I was born obese.

"Is that so? Orcs become adults in 3 years, right? Then let's meet in 3 years. If you're still a pig then, I'll kill you. Don't forget. I'll remember."

The dungeon master tried to kill me for the sole reason that I was unsightly.

Fortunately, Forneus (female) was seriously obsessed with appearances and favored our tribe chief, who had a physique that could have made him a famous gym owner back on Earth.

"Brother, you should know. Lord Forneus truly intends to kill you."

The tribe chief risked his life to warn me about Forneus's true intentions. As expected of the Demon King's army's craziest woman, she was genuinely just waiting for the day I became an adult, he told me.

I was already unfairly murdered in the modern world, and I couldn't die unfairly again. Especially when I wasn't even fat from overeating - I couldn't be killed just for being born overweight and considered unsightly.

Should I escape?

If I could escape from the dungeon, I might survive for now. But this world was too dangerous for a young orc who wasn't even an adult to survive. The world was a battlefield where the Demon King's army and the human alliance fought, and although our dungeon wasn't on the front line, it was located somewhere that could become a battlefield at any time.

And there was no way my escape would succeed. The crazy woman who was crossing off calendar dates one by one waiting to kill me would obviously come after me if I tried to escape.

I had to survive.

Since an orc's average lifespan was 40 years, I wanted to live at least 100 years, including the life I couldn't live in my previous life. Having died once, my desire to live had strengthened, and fortunately, I had 3 years left.

I had to lose weight.

I needed to develop a physique that, even if not enough to join the Demon King's army's elite warrior unit, would at least make Forneus think "this is acceptable" and let me pass.

It felt ridiculous to have this happen right after reincarnating into another world, but unfortunately, this world wasn't one where knowledge and information were power, but a fantasy world where magical power and combat strength were power.

I was an orc mob, and Forneus was a high-ranking demon at rank 30. A real named entity who received the 30th dungeon from Demon King Solomon.

So to survive, I started exercising.

Hoping to lose my belly fat.

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Coincidentally, the 3-year time frame perfectly matched "that workout method."

There was one serious side effect, but I could endure that level of side effect if I could just survive. Rather, if I could become the strongest in this world through that workout method, I might even be able to put Forneus under my feet and teach her a lesson.

That workout, first.

"Brother, what are you doing from early morning?"

"Ah, this is called 'push-ups.' It's an exercise that improves the overall strength of the chest."

My belly touched the ground first as I bent my arms, but after about a month, my stomach no longer touched the ground.

That workout, second.

"Brother, what are you doing lying down?"

"Ah, this is called 'sit-ups.' It's an exercise that trains your abdominal muscles along with your overall endurance."

Even lifting my upper body slightly caused my belly fat to touch my thighs, making it more like crunches than sit-ups, but after about a month, I could at least lift my back off the ground.

That workout, third and fourth.

"Brother, why were you torturing yourself in a horse-riding position earlier?"

"Ah, that is, huff, called 'squats', phew. It's something that, ahem! can train your lower body without any equipment."

I was very out of breath trying to explain while talking. Both the guy running next to me and I had similar physical conditions, but I quickly became short of breath due to my belly jiggling with each run.

That workout.

100 push-ups.

100 sit-ups.

100 squats.

10km running.

From the moment I decided to lose weight, I performed the bald teacher's training method without missing a day. Fortunately, our tribe members knew about Forneus's intentions, and instead of feeling sorry for my eccentric modern-style fitness training in a medieval fantasy setting, they encouraged me.

"Brother, phew, your will is stronger than any of us."

"Can that will help reduce belly fat?"

"...Wouldn't it be possible someday?"

"Then it's meaningless."

The orc running with me along the dungeon cave was born on the same day as me. Unlike other orcs, he showed considerable interest in my exercise method, and at some point, he began following my workout and training with me.

"I definitely feel my stamina improving."

"I'll continue, huff, until I see results."

No matter how hard and tiring it was, I never skipped training. Occasionally, when the entire tribe was mobilized for interception, I did everything except the running, and I trained without missing a day.

And after a year and a half.

I became stronger.

Though I was a young orc only a year and a half old, my physique was no less than that of an average adult orc, and I gained notoriety by defeating many adventurers, with as many as twenty red bloodstains carved on my axe.

Of course, this meant I was strong compared to other young orcs, and if I fought against Forneus, I wouldn't even be a mouthful. But I had definitely become stronger, and the tribe chief called me our tribe's proud promising youngster.

But.

"...Why is my belly fat still the same?"

My limbs had become unbelievably firm and thick, but my protruding abdomen showed no effect from the training and had actually become even more prominent.

There was some effect from the training. Visually, my body was D-shaped as if I were pregnant, but if you pressed your finger against that belly, it was solid muscle that would stop a kitchen knife.

So what? My limbs might be fine, but the shape of my abdomen wasn't pretty at all, and I was clearly destined to become Lord Forneus's Schweinshaxe in this world, crispy on the outside and juicy on the inside.

I only had a year and a half left.

If I became stronger than Forneus, there might be a chance of survival, but I hadn't become that strong.

"Brother...! I am infinitely grateful to you!"

Instead, my cradle peer who exercised with me had become incredibly strong. His once flowing hair had receded into an M-shape, but his shiny green skin was true evidence that he had become a powerful being.

"Thanks to the workout method you taught me, I too have become this strong!"

He had become strong. He had become so strong that he might have reached the ranks of the strongest in this world, and at least within our tribe, even the chief had to yield to him.

"Listen well. You have become too strong, but if you flaunt that power, there will certainly be consequences. Until you come of age and become independent, bow your head and build your strength within my protection."

Fortunately, the tribe chief recognized our strength with great tolerance. Despite having a clear loss in a 1:1 fight with my peer, the chief secretly considered him the next tribe chief - no, something beyond that - and waited for him to come of age.

"I look forward to the next year and a half, brother!"

"Yeah, me too."

I was somewhat jealous of the guy who had become nearly the strongest in the world with the workout method I had taught him, but it wasn't like I had developed it myself, and thanks to my peer training alongside me, I was able to train without missing a day.

I felt both envy and gratitude toward him, but I didn't really mind. I hoped that when my peer became the tribe chief, he might shield me from Forneus's evil clutches.

And another year and a half passed.

I had grown stronger, and finally, I was about to face the coming-of-age ceremony where I would receive a "name."

Pahuu Kumcherku.

That was the name bestowed upon me through a ritual.

That's right.

"Oink..."

I had become stronger, and I had become a muscle pig.