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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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#YURI
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Sera's Viewpoint: Sneaky Little Actor

"Sera! Are you alright?" Erika shouted as she approached me with a hilariously worried face. "You dummy! Why didn't you call any of us when finding a new stray Calamity Object creeping up from the west!?" She rotated her neck beyond 180 degrees as she pointed at where the group of other recruits were located. "As sweet as you're, please do not dilute your unreasonable sweetness into your common sense!"

Right, my name is Sera, a supposed-to-be timid and careful forager of the Rough Mist, and probably also one of the reasons why I got recruited again by this unnamed bastion with an extremely eccentric leader.

That aside, I wondered why Erika was this mad when I strayed from the formation to scout alone. She wasn't this overactive to me when we were still in the Rough Mist. 

Maybe because she tried to move on? Since many of those she knew were either dead or locked up in that shabby warehouse with no care from the bastion itself.