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

Fire erupted within my soul. Spreading further and further until it sparked. A grand blaze of foxfire that blazed blue. Sent flying towards the opposition. Their smirks... ones I could see with nothing but a glance... I sent another.

Gathering every single drop of stamina... of mana... within me and burning another hole withing their artillery. Watching as they grew frenzied. Groups of soldiers, within their vehicles shot at the shields.

Knowing that if they could take, even just a potshot at me, then I would not be able to continue. Yet I just scowled. They were not my target. And they never would be.

It was true that they were my enemy, and that they had tried and succeeded at killing my own, but in the end.

In the end they were nothing but pawns of the government. Who tyrannically threw them at us. Trying to reclaim whatever was hidden within this city. For I knew not what else, save for a foreign inva-

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