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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

Yar'hala Of The Void

As the crestfallen sky contorted and distorted to create a pathway for something sinister far beyond mortal comprehension, Yroa realized that there was a trace of divinity somewhere around his teacher's corpse.

It was his teacher's Valor Tongue, with a single holy needle in between the forked blades. Upon grasping for it, the Blessed Object introduced itself directly onto Yroa's soul.

"Unraveling Height, so that's your name."

After a couple of seconds, the Unraveling Height planted its anchor on Yroa's body, bestowing every power it currently has as if it acknowledged Yroa as someone it knew. 

Abiding the will of the blessed dagger, Yroa decided to activate it per its own command, as if it was teaching Yroa how to use it. After Yroa agreed to the activation, the Valor Tongue transformed into its glorious form, with both the blades and the holy needle extending to four times its original length.