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

Electricity crackled as the stone of mana shone with power.

MWAHAHAHAHA" I laughed, it had worked. At least sort of. The object that I had used the mana on had teleported a few meters to the right.

The designated spot. It was perfect, at least with a few adjustments it would be. As expected of me, the genius inventor.

I laughed again, maniacally. I had finally perfected it. I had felt something. It was an easy deduction for one such as me.

Especially with how obvious it had been. The summons that had been inhabiting this cave had disappeared and when I went digging a bit further I found that the core of this dungeon had collapsed.

It meant one of two things. Either the master of the dungeon was dead or he had relocated. And seeing as I could still feel the brand over my neck it was the latter.

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