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

Blade rends flesh. These… goblins… their flesh parted easily against my force.

They howled at the injustice in the only way they could. Roaring to the sky and charging with simple weapons.

It was maybe an hour ago. Lily rummaged through the wrecked house and found what she was looking for. A pristine sword. Not a speck of dust marred the sheath.

I would mutter. And here I was. I ducked under another thrust, stabbed in response, then elbowed another. He had strayed a tiny bit too close.

Goblins. Wretched creatures of filth and fouler breath. Their fangs were yellow in color, and they wore nothing but a strip of fabric to cover their extremities.

Oh' they held many of those. From short daggers and knives, to long swords and other unusual weapons.

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