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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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#HAREM
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#KINGDOMBUILDING
#VIDEOGAME
#YURI
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Watching From Above

Now that we were close to our expedition target, the Landship's observation deck offered an expansive view of the terrain surrounding the Theotech Vault, a vast expanse that shifted between jagged ridges and shimmering, unnatural landscapes that seemed almost alive with latent energy. 

The entire area pulsed faintly, a sign that the Vault had begun to awaken, readying itself to repel intruders.

I stood near the railing, the slight breeze tugging at my golden hair. Charis stood beside me, her posture relaxed but her white eyes scanning the horizon with quiet intensity. 

Below us, the bastion's network of Heavenly Maids and Assault Drones worked efficiently and stealthily, keeping tabs on the Vandasisimo's camp, their movements illuminated on the translucent displays embedded into the deck's floor.