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 know" I said, raising my hand in the air, a preempt to the inevitable questions that Damien would have for me.

A smirk hit my face too, watching as his mouth slowly closed and the finger that he held in order to prompt himself fell to the wayside.

I then waved my hand to the side and had him sit to the side of me. He did so and I finally opened my mouth to explain.

"Technology, that's your job, it always has been since you appeared. This… this is just making it a bit more official."

He thought for a moment before he opened his hand and brought forth an illusory painting. An invention I had not yet seen from him.

And upon further inspection it showed a complete map of our territory, filled with the locations of each and every citizen. Of every defense and weapon that lay hidden in the territory.

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