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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 · Kinh dị ma quái
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A Thought To Live For Another Day

We immediately commenced our departure to the northwest. 

With Verina as the agile vanguard and scout, we hastily make our way through the stray Calamity Objects wandering beyond our sight, and avoid the calamitous event altogether.

One time, I looked back to see the very Qliphoth Object that was sent to our door.

Wherever the Molded King moved, the ground seemed to crack and blacken, as if drained of life, collapsing into ash. 

The air grew thick with a suffocating heaviness, a strange, acrid scent filling the lungs as it appeared. In one hand, it carried a staff that, when raised, released a cloud of something foul, spreading out slowly over the land like a creeping shadow. 

It did not chase after us.

It only stood still, surveying the landscape, an unsettling stillness in its silence. Yet, despite its lack of motion, the land seemed to shrivel beneath its gaze.