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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 · Terror
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170 Chs

Picking The Forbidden Fruit

"Look closely, Lydia," I prodded softly. "Which piece doesn't fit? What here is different from everything else?"

Her gaze swept over the table again—over the rotting meats, the moldy bread, the sour wine, and the basket of decayed fruits. Her eyes lingered on the translucent diners, their ghostly hands lifting decayed, pulsating organs to their mouths in a grotesque mockery of life. And then, her eyes fell on it.

A single, grape-like fruit nestled among the decay. Unlike the rest of the banquet, it was untouched by rot, glistening with an unnatural sheen. It was small, almost easy to overlook amidst the horror of the feast, but it was whole. Where everything else had succumbed to the passage of time and the corruption of the Pale Feast, this fruit remained pristine, out of place yet undeniably integral to the ritual's structure.