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#COMEDY
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#SURVIVAL
#ANTIHERO
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#VIDEOGAME
#YURI
#NPC
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Mythos Of Narcissus: Reborn As An NPC In A Horror VRMMO

Lothair is a serial killer who detest imperfection on human’s facial features, which resulted in him having a compulsory behavior of wanting to strip people’s faces. After he dies, he finds himself as Narcissus, a beautiful and adorable female NPC inside a state-of-the-art VRMMO world of the latest craze called Fallen Carcosa Online. But despite being a fantasy-filled game, the world feels strangely realistic. Too realistic, even. Game-like systems and magic exist but so do plagues, politics, economy, and the horror hidden in plain sight. When pried open, an actual human-like anatomy can be seen beyond the skin of the NPC’s face—with little to no censor. Everything feels too immersive. Except Narcissus, Lothair’s new identity. When Narcissus tried to scrape off the face of her new adorable body, she found an abyssal void with little to no end. This story marks the birth for the King in Yellow. - Warning, this story contain: Male-to-Female Genderbend, GL/Yuri, Occasional Futa MC, Yanderes, Harem, Self-Cest. - Follow the creative and attentive Narcissus, a nuanced former serial-killer who will gradually becomes stronger, experienced, maddening, horrifying, but also mature, wise, conflicted, and complex—in this near-endless journey. Where souls unsung and tears unshed. In the land of Lost Carcosa.

Shin_Ou · Horror
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298 Chs
#R18
#COMEDY
#HAREM
#SURVIVAL
#ANTIHERO
#KINGDOMBUILDING
#VIDEOGAME
#YURI
#NPC
#YANDERE
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Into The Spire

The Theotech Vault's spire loomed above the expedition teams, an alien edifice defying conventional understanding. 

Its surface now shimmered like liquid metal frozen mid-flow, with glyphs shifting across its face in patterns that seemed to tease the edge of comprehension. 

Beneath its shadow, Kuzunoha's group stood at a literal crossroads, two distinct paths, each equally daunting, extended into the unknown.

One led upwards, a spiraling ascent toward the heart of the towering spire. Its design was a mockery of gravity, the staircase seeming to fold in on itself at points, with glowing pathways branching off at sharp, chaotic angles. 

The other path delved deep underground, the yawning chasm before them brimming with faintly glowing mist that swirled and pulsed like a living organism.