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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
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Liquid Treasure

Slowly, I lifted my left arm, positioning my wrist above the goblet, and with a practiced ease, I made a precise cut along the surface of my skin using the prepared knife. 

The golden liquid began to seep, gleaming in the low light, like molten sunbeams encased in glass. 

As the blood flowed, I watched Kuzunoha's face—she was utterly transfixed, her gaze fixed on each precious droplet of gold as if they held all the secrets of the universe.

This reminded me of what happened to Daffodil and that heartless witch.

Well, atleast, I got myself partnered with an eccentric one.

Kuzunoha exhaled in quiet awe as the goblet filled, her usual composure softened by the gravity of the moment. 

This wasn't merely a substance to her—it was the essence of a miraculous healing power, an ancient relic, a legend foretold in the lost history of Carcosa—one she had only dreamed of. 

For the first time, I saw her approach something with reverence.