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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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Verina's Viewpoint: Vulnerable Angel

Oh, how I want to become as strong and as divine to quickly procure Narcissus for myself~!

It might also be the same case for Kuzunoha, with how lovingly she gazed at Narcissus despite having a semi-permanent sore on her body after that incident.

I also caught her drooling with a rather perverted smile on her face. I ignored it, since I don't want my memory to be muddled by her annoying presence instead of Narcissus' holy presence.

Before I knew it, I was also drooling.

Yeah, Narcissus' sleeping state was a little bit too hazardous for our fragile mind to resist. If she were to rest like this in the vicinity of an average human with average mental fortitude, I could imagine the depth of depravity of degeneracy that might be inflicted on her.

Then, as if sensing our degenerate thoughts, Narcissus stirred.