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

Dawn breaks. Morning sun washes through the street of my new town. I look upon it with pride. It is mine. Built from my hands, and those that follow me. I am its emperor and soon my town will grow. From small to large, to all encompassing.

Those with time milled about. And those that had heard the news watched with awed horror. It was without warning, without time for them to process it. For my retaliation must be swift, it must be decisive, and it must be brutal.

Here, in the innermost depths of my fortress, they are safe. With so many summons and my personal eye over them. It's no wonder that they'd never heard the news of any gangs running around.

If they had, then it was by some brave soul.

But those further. Who had traveled here at the interesting news, or maybe they just came to buy or work.

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