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

It was beautiful. My life. The force of will that puppets this strange body of mine. I hold out my hands and find them responsive. Not even noticing that it had happened at all.

There, in my hands, is the core of my being. A little jewel that Lily had been holding just a moment ago. But it's in my hands. Like something... like it was placed there by someone.

Lily! Where is she. My head twists.

What the hell had happened. I force my thoughts to think once more and I find myself rationalizing them.

That message! The one that the system had given me. It- it said that my dungeon was transported here, that I could decide a new place for my core to live.

It gave me my core, rather than me having to dig it up from the place that I hid it. Did that mean something? Does my system want me to place my core here? In this super conspicuous place.

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