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

He huffed, leaning back into his chair. "From the same people you disabled, and yes, I do know about that."

I rolled my eyes, as if I didn't know that he already knew. It was only right that subordinates report to their superiors.

I nodded my head at his words. Quickly recovering in order to not seem too rude. But there was some amount of disdain there. The leader was not able to resolve this, even when some random warrior like Cassandra dared to stand against them.

And I was not just discounting the strength of the enemies, as they were strong. Maybe level 12 or 13. Even if that was to me what a level one would be to them.

It was still strong compared to others. But in turn their forces should be about equal. Even more so since they were not the aggressors. As the defenders they would have access to all of their resources and people without the need to worry about any of their own attackers.

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