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

Damn my conscience. It seemed like that phrase was echoing further into my mind than ever before. But I had to deal with it. Even if I wanted to just kill myself, all because I felt some pity.

And now I was sold off, not that I couldn't escape. I huffed and turned my head.

I ignored the cries of those people as their blood ruptured and turned into spears that crossed over their bodies. Ignored the death throes of their gurgling throats.

They deserved it, they had forsaken my freedom. All because they wanted to act pitiful.

I scoffed, turning my head to the sky and watching the sun set on the land. Watching the leader of the coalition be impaled by thousands of spears.

He died quickly, barely even able to react. But it was not over, I knew that better than anyone.

Skulls and skeletons rose from the ground. They shed their mortal vessel with the coming of night and were commanded by the lich at the top of them.

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