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 swept my hand to the side, the orders flowing from my mouth in rapid fire.

"GOBLINS TO THE RIGHT!" I yelled and they followed. They left their survival instincts at home. They had no concept of life or death.

To them it was nothing more than a meal, they either had it or they didn't. I could reason out why they thought like this but I did not bother.

Right now, they fought, and I direct the battle with them. But I don't just stand there, my fingers grasp the nearest enemy and with a clawed grip, I tear them asunder.

It's the dawn of a new day and just in the previous day we had already taken a quarter of the city. Of course, it was not well defended but that did not matter when we were constantly kicking them further and further back.

I left the management to Lily, trusting her to find trustworthy people to reinforce our borders. With magic or technology, it did not matter.

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