My name is Gorgin, a hapless fellow from the Blue Planet.

  For two decades, I've been an ogre in this desolate expanse of deserts and gobi.

  A year ago, I finally assumed the role of chieftain of this small ogre tribe.

  The reason was quite straightforward.

  My far more unfortunate father got drunk and, along with a group of equally inebriated thugs from the tribe and one of the two ogre mages, went to provoke the black dragon that had been slumbering for who - knows - how - long in its lair a hundred kilometers away.

  As for the outcome... With the loss of numerous thugs and one ogre mage, and the chieftain's demise, the once - all - powerful ogre tribe, which had dominated the area within a hundred miles, saw its strength plummet.

  It changed from being completely unrestrained to being a bit less so.

  After all, my mother was still around, and the other ogre mage in the tribe was a two - headed one...

  With my mother's strong backing, I, a twenty - year - old young ogre, became the chieftain of this small tribe with just twenty members at present.

  After my unremitting efforts, today, a year later, I've finally erected the first landmark building in my tribe - the House of Amorous Feelings! Here, we have females of various races that we... well, "acquired".

  Currently, there are only five waitresses, yet they're from diverse races: humans, elves, drow, orcs, and even a succubus.

  Saying this, Gorgin fixed his gaze on the terrified man before him, opened his enormous mouth, and said, "Look, I've let you savor the exotic charm here.

  I can ensure your safe passage through this area and even arrange for powerful ogres to escort you to your destination.

  All you need to do is part with half of your goods.

  It's a fair deal, isn't it?"

  The man trembled in the presence of the five - meter - tall ogre.

  He didn't understand a word about the Blue Planet or being "hapless".

  But upon hearing this, he instinctively exclaimed, "This isn't a deal! It's blatant robbery!"

  Gorgin smiled menacingly and replied, "You see, I could easily take everything from you.

  Instead, I'm offering you a deal and even guaranteeing your safe arrival.

  Yet, you don't seem to appreciate it... It truly saddens an ogre."

  The man fell silent, at a loss for words.

  What the ogre said made sense, but their caravan had almost made it through when they were chased down and hauled back by these ogres...

  He might as well be grateful for not being killed.

  Seeing the man's hesitation, the false amiability on Gorgin's face vanished.

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  "Nu!"

  "Roar!" An equally brawny, five - meter - tall ogre entered, eyeing the man with blatant avarice.

  Gorgin waved his hand dismissively.

  "Drag him out and give him a beating."

  The ogre named Nu wore a look of triumph and, grabbing the man like a puny chick, dragged him out.

  The man struggled and shouted, "I agree! I agree!!!"

  Alas, it was too late.

  Gorgin never gave a second chance.

  As for what happened after the beating...

  Well, why do you think ogres are called ogres?

  Gorgin, who had his soul transmigrated here since childhood, had been an ogre for twenty years.

  One could say he was reborn into this world.

  Ogres, by nature, eat anything to fill their bellies.

  It's their racial trait.

  Especially in this gobi desert, they consume everything from magical beasts to cacti, sparing only the sand.

  Listening to the screams outside, Gorgin knew it was yet another bountiful harvest.

  The tribesmen would have food and goods.

  Perfect, wasn't it? With the screams echoing, Gorgin closed his eyes gently.

  "Ah~ What wonderful music~"

  Suddenly, a deafening thunderclap boomed across the sky.

  All the creatures in the vast desert were startled. Gorgin stepped out of his shack and peered skyward.

  The sun blazed brightly, and the sky was cloudless.

  "Not a single cloud in sight. Where on earth did that thunder come from?"

  Thinking it might rain, Gorgin grumbled and returned to his shack.

  [The treasure chest has been refreshed]

  [The world channel has been opened]

  [The private channel has been opened]

  [The language system has been synchronized]

  [The trading channel has been opened]

  [The bounty channel has been opened]

  [Welcome to the Endless Desert]

  [There are countless aborigines here, including various races, magical beasts, tribes, cities, and numerous treasure chests invisible to the aborigines]

  [You must collect and open the treasure chests to survive in this endless desert]

  [The treasure chests are categorized into seven colors: white, green, blue, purple, gold, orange, and colorful. They may hold either perils or rewards, with the benefits proportional to the chest's level. Dare to take a risk?]

  [Have a pleasant journey, all!]

  A flurry of messages flashed through Gorgin's mind, and a virtual panel materialized before him, displaying all the functions mentioned.

  Gorgin's eyes widened in shock.

  "What the hell?

  After being an aborigine for twenty years, the 'Fourth Day Calamity' has arrived?"

  Before Gorgin could react, the world chat box erupted into a frenzy.

  A bright red number soared rapidly, hitting 99+ within seconds.

  With a thought, Gorgin opened the world channel, and a flood of Blue - Planet - style text rushed in.

  "Damn it! What's going on? The goddess I've been wooing for half a year finally got fed up today. She said she'd sleep with me once and told me to scram. Just as I was about to... poof! I ended up here!!!"

  "What the devil? I was in the shower and suddenly landed in the desert! If I'm getting transmigrated, couldn't they at least bring my clothes?"

  "Damn, the heat in this godforsaken place is unbearable!"

  "Has everyone been brought here? It's only been a few seconds, and I can't scroll to the end of the chat box! Did the whole world get teleported?"

  "Did something clear out the Blue Planet..."

  "Damn, I'm in luck! There's a blue box right next to me after I got here. I'm opening it now!"

  "Shit! There's a fire - breathing python inside..."

  "Hey, lucky guy, you okay?"

  "Don't ask. The lucky guy's offline..."

  "I thought he was the protagonist. What a joke..."

  Gorgin stared at the rapidly scrolling world chat and sank into deep thought.

  Was life in this desert tough?

  Indeed, it was. But those lacking the means had long been weeded out.

  Gorgin not only managed to survive but had just opened his ogre House of Amorous Feelings.

  But why did he have this interface?

  Could it be that it detected his Blue - Planet - origin soul?

  [Host detected. The Strongest Ogre System has been bound]

  [?]

  [Ogre?]

  [The system is uninstalling. Uninstalling: 1%...10%...20%]

  Before Gorgin could savor the joy of having a system, it started uninstalling itself at breakneck speed.

  "Damn it! Don't do this! Leave me something at least! What kind of messed - up operation is this?"

  "What's wrong with being an ogre? I'm so pissed! In a foreign world, and no one stands up for us ogres?"

  [Uninstallation complete]

  [Uninstallation residue: Ogre's Gastronomic Illustrated Book]

  [Delete?]

  Gorgin was dumbfounded.

  This system really had nerve.

  But at least there was some residue...

  "No!"

  [Uninstallation residue retained]

  [Goodbye!]

  Gorgin thought, "Heh~ I got transmigrated as an ogre, and the system uninstalled itself overnight..."