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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 · Fantasi
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84 Chs

When The Evil Meets The Unhinged

"Now, do you hate me?" Rowan uttered as his body reformed much faster than the last, before another set of hidden virus demolished his body again into pieces, in which he regenerated again at a much higher speed. "Are you afraid of me…?

"Say, are you able to feel culpability?"

Another tempest went by, destroying numerous places where Rowan's vital organ resided. In that instance, there were probably a lot more viruses injected inside Rowan's bodily stream, but it seemed like he didn't really see it as a threat.

"Shush," Yroa hushed, placing his finger in front of Rowan's lips before he could spew any more bullshit. At the same time, Yroa had also removed a quarter of Rowan's biomass using his Valor Tongue. There was nothing but pitch-black color in Yroa's eyes, alongside the pitch-black speech that he rolled over his tongue like a dice, "I would like you to answer mine first…

"Can you die?"