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

A fist slammed into the table. A shouting match that seemed to stretch on forever and all I could do was hold my head low and feel the pressure that was placed on me. Of the expectations that the chief had told of me.

I was to take back both New York and Rhode Island. Just one of them would have been a monumental task but both of them. After some of the things that the rumor mill has been spreading.

Not to mention the horrors that the info department had told us. I had to hold back the tears that threatened to find their way out of my eyes. It was unfair. All I had was two hundred thousand troops.

Each of them around level 8 with some exceptions being higher and around level 20 or 25. It was quite high and I was grateful for them. But those people were killers. They had gotten their level not from dungeons as most had. But from the indiscriminate slaughter of the dissidents that had appeared a month into our operations.

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