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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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Inventing A New Technology

"This is hard, hmm."

While my three confidantes were enacting something unknown to my watch and senses, I had been isolating myself in my newly-built 'Thinking Room' that was complete with a soundproof spell cast by my reliable secretary.

In this room, there was only five things: Me, a chair, a table, a thick stack of papers, and Kuzunoha's pen with infinite ink and remarkable ergonomic that I had been wanting to claim for my own since my first time sighting it only to be rebuffed by its owner because it was one-of-a-kind object.

I really want this pen. It was so magical, that I felt like I would have no trouble rewriting a draft for an entire new body of constitution I needed to make.

"Yet all I have written are merely theoretical concepts that have low success in practical application." I sighed.