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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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The Tale Of N

Once upon a time, in a world not so far from dreams, there was a young heroine named N. 

She was clever, brave, and had a heart full of light, even though the land she found herself in was draped in shadows…

The sky above was always cloudy, the waters dark and deep, and whispers of forgotten creatures lingered in the air.

One day, while journeying through the endless mists, N found herself near a great, sunken shipwreck. 

The sea nearby was eerily still, and the wind carried with it the faint sound of a lonely, echoing melody. 

It was then that she met a creature known as the Drowned Revenant. 

It was a towering, fearsome thing—an old sailor cursed to wander forever, lost to time. 

Its eyes glowed with sadness, but its hands were heavy with anger.

But N wasn't afraid. She stood tall, with her head high, and spoke softly to the Revenant.