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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 · Kỳ huyễn
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84 Chs

Unnatural Flood

In split-second judgment, the Valor Tongue unsheathed, dismembering the contorting limb before it influenced the rest of Yroa's torso. The lightning didn't even have time to cackle, but the bile-like poison on it did catch itself seeping into Yroa's body.

"Gyaaa!? W-what's happening, Master??" Azel exclaimed, not knowing what to react.

"Huh?"

Yroa took a look at his dismembered hand that was laid on the ground. It appeared perfectly normal aside from the high-reacting poison and some sign of cauterizing from the electricity of his self-made Valor Tongue.

Did he just dismembered his own hand for nothing?

Something felt wrong, but both of them didn't know why. Something was messing with their perception of reality, and Yroa was sure that something crucial happened before he instinctively brandished his two-forked dagger.