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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 · Fantasía
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A Strange Vision

"... Hmm?" 

While looking after the rowdy Void Acolytes, Azel felt a little bit fuzzy and decided to take a short nap. She already instructed the five Void Acolytes to be non-hostile to anything for the time being per Yroa's instruction that was delivered through long-range wind manipulation spell.

Now, she somehow found herself in a blank black space where there was nothing but herself and the vibrant glow beneath her feet.

"Did I cast a dream-related spell on myself?" Azel tried to pinch herself, it hurt as if it was the real deal. "Did I get transported? Or is this another case of a lucid dream? Surprisingly, I can't control the shape and the world of this one."

Unsure of what this dream actually meant or what she needed to do, Azel mindlessly walked to whatever her feet brought her.

It wasn't the best kind of action but it was surely better than standing still.