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

The street is clear, with nothing but naked asphalt and concrete buildings around. But I know. The highlight of yellow shows me their scheming positions.

I raise the rifle to my shoulder and brace myself. One breath, two breaths, and a click.

|Pierce|

Then the recoil. I flinch back for a moment.

But only for a moment, for I have to repeat those same actions, each one taking a huge chunk of my stamina. And by the end I'm left panting, leaning against the wall as the corpses fell around me.

Like rain drops on a dreary morning, they fell to the ground. And like those rain drops they were forgotten the moment they fell, splashing into puddles of their own blood.

My sub-skill. The one that made me the most valuable around here. Just because I was able to let my rounds pierce through things it shouldn't - inch thick steel for example - doesn't mean that others could.

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