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 waved my hand; I was sure that they'd be fine. They're the US after all. And even with their forces decimated as they had been told. It should be fine for them, right?

They have so many people and I'm sure, sure that they will be able to survive. Long enough for me to take them. To be my steppingstone.

Ah- But for now, I wait. Watching as people scattered to their roles. Some happy, others not so. But it was fine, it's all fine. Everyone has their roles, everyone's been assigned something to do. And for now, while money seemed more a distant thought rather than any real idea. We hand out food.

The slimes bounced around. Carrying on their head many plates of food. Some people gave warm smiles to the slimes. Others looked with distrust and hostility.

I can't help them. Neither do I want to.

135(Bonus)