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The Profane Dungeon Is A Trap!

"As a little lesson, try believing in things that are impossible. After all, how else can they become?" Yroa is a petitely hung, sadistic, mischievous, yet charismatic male prostitute who was born with a face befitting that of a youthful goddess, something that should be bestowed to a woman—not a man. However, instead of loathing it, he used this gift to its fullest, leading to a rather successful and lecherous life until his unfortunate end welcomed him in front of the inferno’s gate. Unexpectedly, a sequence of salvations arrives, resulting in his second chance in life within the new world of Yassimhre as a Living Dungeon Core! In a world where values are numbered, the sky of cultivation is limitless—while the Gods and Goddesses are gambling on how things will go in the grand scheme of emanation, how will he survive? ___________ Reader discretion is advised: Explicit and mature content ahead! If it isn’t obvious enough, the MC is a Trap, albeit an aggressive and dominant one instead of meek and submissive. There’s no Yuri, Yaoi, nor NTR content, but a significant potential for Netori can be found. At the same time, a lot of straight Trapdom and Josou Seme. Occasionally, Femdom. Average word count per chapter is 2000-4000 outside of the short prologue. With it, the author wishes you a good day. May there be light, and the tale that follows it along the way.

YokoyokoRPG · Fantasie
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84 Chs

Your Deity

But truthfully, does the fading of the moonlight always tell the truth behind everything?

'I absolutely have no idea what is happening here beforehand, but she seems to be really grateful that I used my divinity to remove the Qlipha-like influence that's preventing the body from taking any kind of outside influence,' Yroa thought to himself while donning his usual smile. 'I can just farm more EXPs from them but I have a hidden soft spot for big and round mouse ears.'

And thus, Yroa ended up deciding to just proselytize the religion that has him as the deity.

"Just… tell me what you want," Nyssa said with a conflicted emotion. She was extremely grateful but this whole warmth and timing felt too good to be true. "I can sense that you're not a normal mortal, or even a mortal at all, and not a single being of divinity in legends and depictions possess the goodwill to do something like this without a demerit…"