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 the next day, the sun shone brilliantly in the sky. A bright day, one that would seem to bring joy. Of countless picnics and families taking in the warmth of the sky.

But not since that day, not today, not in the future. No, none of that could be seen. What could be seen was the death and destruction of the city. Of the tigers ripping the throats from goblins. Of the slimes protectively huddling around the area.

I found myself, at the moment, hanging onto Okami. His body was wrapped around my neck like a tie, or even just a scarf. It was warm and comfy. The perfect temperature right now.

But there was one thing that I found myself grimly staring at. The open vault. Of the footsteps tracking deeper and deeper into the forest.

I had come here in order to find Angela, the girl that had sworn to help me. The one we had left behind and had forgotten about for so long.

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