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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.

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84 Chs

Mousey Moving To Town

With Azel, Virek, and Nyxara escorting Ayssa to the new place on the west side of this wasteland, where the gloom shivered and the color was bleak, it was a little surprising for our little mousey friend to know that this place where the Qlipha Energy was abundant—was even remotely habitable.

They haven't reached the Landship directly, but it won't take long in their short walk to reach there.

"Still, it is amazing that you guys are even capable of teleportation spells without any 'catalyst' and 'Hyper Potion'." Ayssa commented as the mixed breezy hot and cold wind caressed her exposed skin, since she currently wore nothing but the upper clothing that Yroa lend to her. "To walk on the same road as a living and walking goddess, each of you must be at the great peak of existential height."