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

I step through the portal and arrive in front of the bed, done with everything that needs to be done for the day. And now~ I just needed to get my little report from my spirits.

They've been given orders to scout the area and find everything about the territories. And they had not disappointed. It's been... maybe a few days since I'd ordered them, and they've already scouted out most of the surrounding area.

Quite impressive if I do say so myself.

Ah- But right now I'm just transferring their word of mouth onto a map. Making a little note of all the little territories and even littler patterns in the areas each reports to me. It's quite relaxing. Just listening to their quiet whispers and drawing that onto a map.

I'd even commandeered some colored pens and started to color coordinate this all. Yeah- I really gotta go out and do something if I'm this bored.

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