SpacesSnips

I died.
That's obvious. But I was reborn. How? Don't ask me. Maybe it was some god. A divine being?
Ah- It doesn't matter. My life burned away and now- well I'm stuck here in this black void. This dungeon.
Maybe I had lived a pious last life.
Laughable as that was.
But I was given a second chance. Told to grow my dungeon, to create hulking monstrosities that would destroy the world.
In short, I am now a villain.
I am the consciousness of the dungeon, the little orb at the end my body. And still I live. A projection of a body is created - a trap - and I am that. I am the one to guide foolish adventurers to their death.
My looks are curated. Soft features that entrap the mind. I am the dungeon. I am the projection, I am human, and I am the dungeon.
And I will conquer all. Every being will bow before my might.
"Before you're cuteness~"
Ah- heh- that too... help... I didn't ask to look this cute!

A Trap in a Lewd Dungeon

Dig, dig, dig… I dug through the soil. Drill like hands burrowing through the earth with pitiful ease.

The spirit left one visible only to the summons of master. And I followed that. Creating a path - ugh… - wide enough for the goblins to follow.

Masters orders… I reminded myself. Masters orders…

At least I knew where I was going. I didn't have to think, all I needed to do was dig. And dig. And dig. Oh! Then dig some more!

I was quite good at this. Really I am!

And how did I know that you might ask~

Well it's cause was born under masters orders. A level two monster, and basically a babe. I knew as master grew stronger so would I.

And as that happened I would get stronger and stronger. Not that being strong mattered. Nope~! All that mattered was that I could dig and dig and dig. And dig some more.

If that was to be my life the. I would be a satisfied burrower.

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