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

I raised my hand. The a shield of fire. The made the explosives. Every ordinance within the sky. They all exploded way too early.

Creating a show of fireworks that blazed within the sky.

Only to be replaced by hundreds of more. It seemed that they were supremely determined to tow em out. Regardless of the cost.

I could only scoff at that. My feet already pounding against the ground while I exhausted my reserves.

Doing the same that I had done. A grand show of fireworks that blazed behind me.

Explosions that rang within my enhanced hearing.

Some made their way down. Only the damage was not worth even talking about. They did more damage to my troops than they did to me.

And it was a shame that they died. But they were replaceable. A single thought had hundreds… had thousands spawned back into the fray.

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