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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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Picking Up My Dog, Verina

"Still, I won't be adding or doing anything that would break the contract we have," Kuzunoha continued, her tone now more serious, yet with an underlying edge of sassiness. "You know me; I prefer to keep my promises, even if they tend to come with a touch of chaos."

"Right, because chaos is your specialty," I muttered, trying to mask the uncertainty in my voice with sarcasm.

"Indeed," she replied, leaning forward slightly, her posture embodying an eerie grace that contrasted sharply with the madness around me."But chaos and order are merely two sides of the same coin. I can dance along that edge without ever losing sight of the ground beneath my feet."

"Just remember that ground you're dancing on isn't just yours," I reminded her, feeling a hint of defiance spark within me. "You may enjoy the chaos, but some of us prefer a bit of stability, thank you very much."