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 must have that weird taste, minerally if I had to say for certain. I remember not liking spring water. But that doesn't matter. It's water, I need water, and consequences be damned. I'm going to drink from it. Even if I vomit from both ends.

A moment. Then another. Then, as if in a spirited play, my eyes track the water. And a push of my will commands it.

But there must've been some type of error, some error in my script that had resulted in this.

I try to command my mana once more, but it's all dried out, nothing left of it. And when I look inwards, meditating on the ground, I can't find anything. I'm left with a giant headache. It hurts. It hurts so much.

Even as my vision goes dark, I still push through. And, like a miracle, the And even just touching it, trying to feel the emptiness brought great pain to my head.

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