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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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Calming Night

"Looks like the Ordeal decided to no longer stay dormant," Verina began chambering spells into her musket. "I can finally see the Fortcracker Mk II being used in an actual battle situation."

Carried on her beck was a sturdy backpack made by the same material that was used to create the Soulthread Aegis. Inside, was the cryopreserved head of Lupina.

We couldn't really leave Lupina's head lingering on the storage in case that there might be a Calamity Object that was much more destructive than warranted. Carrying it around the battlefield might also prove dangerous, but the one carrying it was a woman who floated above a pair of flying wheels.

[The Screaming Widow]