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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 Heightened Emotions Of Skyscrapers

The violence that stirred, the estus that have been teared—the visceral cacophony of madness emerged into the new world under the darkness veil that hid the thousand moons, as evil was predefined in the form of a 'living divinity', bottled inside a man who wanted to swallow the whole world.

Rowan was such a man.

For he was not a mortal with an organ shaped like a heart.

"Still, the fucking audacity… To make me, the esteemed Ygg'sariah of Heaven, to upheave this much power from the 'Qlipha' to save a mere sacrificial ritual…" The individual who was formerly known as Rowan started to look upon the celestial sheet of night upon the thousand moons, gazing at them in longing lust for power, hatred, and anger. "You're playing an actual dangerous game, Yroa… An insignificant, absolute mortal such as you…