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#ANTIHERO
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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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#COMEDY
#HAREM
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#KINGDOMBUILDING
#VIDEOGAME
#YURI
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The Grand Exotic Feast

Before the banter could continue, the rhythmic sound of approaching footsteps filled the parlor. From the shadows of a side hallway emerged a line of humanoid maid puppets, their movements fluid yet unnervingly precise. 

Their porcelain faces were expressionless, but their glowing, sapphire-like eyes radiated an unsettling intelligence. Each puppet carried an ornate silver platter, the aromas wafting from the dishes stirring an audible murmur of excitement among the bastioneers.

"Dinner is served," one of the puppets announced, her voice a harmonious blend of mechanical precision and musical cadence. She gestured with a fluid motion toward the grand dining table, which had been set with a regal meticulousness.