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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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Everyday Life In A Faraway Fairytale

Once dressed in a pale-blue gown, the young lady began her day's activities. 

She wandered through the grand halls of the mansion, her soft footsteps muffled by the luxurious rugs as she traveled from place to place of a quite massive noble mansion.

In the library, she browsed through the shelves, selecting a book to occupy her morning hours. 

One time, it was her breakfast in the dining room. Sitting on the edge of a long table with many empty seats, she was fed with the fanciest and priciest full course delicacy by her mute servants.

"At least the food here still tastes as exquisite as ever," she uttered, enjoying the meal wholeheartedly with the most perfect table manners I ever saw in my life—probably because I was in a different era.

Most of the time, the young lady donned a dejected and indifferent look on her face. This was the first time I saw her smiling and enjoying something.