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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

The Beginning Of The End

"Man, if only I have those pocket space thingy to carry all of these with me,"

Using the wind manipulation spell, Yroa brought the corpses of Yiexha and Zerath with him like some sort of floating baggage, all while leaning his cheek on the sharp edge of the Unraveling Height as if it was a cushion.

He descended from the Temple of Yar'hala quite slowly using the same aforementioned spell. It seemed like being trapped for a long time inside the prison realm had skewed his perception of time to an extent.

"Ah right, I can do this now." Yroa shifted the thick, corrupted, metallic cuffs on his wrist to fuse with his skin, freeing her hand for a much more flexibility in movement. "The corrupted matter seems to have been forged inside my body into something completely different. Unlike before, it took a much more metallic and silvery form."