Reborn as a Seven-Foot Amazon in a Hardcore Roguelike

Yesterday, my biggest problem was scoliosis. Today, I am a seven-foot killing machine in the world of Dungeons & Gates. It is a hardcore roguelike where RNG is merciless and most players die within minutes of starting. There is no Restart button. I only have one life left, and it is incredibly dangerous. My daily routine now consists of trying not to become lunch for a five-headed hydra and struggling against a mocking system that might reward me with a legendary artifact or a rusty fork. Given my luck, I can already taste metal. Surviving the most unfair game in history without losing my mind is the bare minimum. If that means crushing heads with my new thighs or solving every problem with a devastating punch to the jaw, so be it. There is one nice bonus: my back finally stopped hurting.