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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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Failure Of Perfection

The young lady stood in the garden, her expression vacant as she observed her knights assembled before her. 

Dressed in their gleaming armor, they stood in complete silence, motionless like statues. Not a twitch, not a breath.

It was then that she spoke, her voice soft yet commanding, a whisper that carried the weight of unshakable authority.

"Fly," she ordered one of the knights.

The word hung in the air, absurd and impossible. If there was any sane servant in this mansion, their immediate reaction should be confusion. A human knight, flying? Even these bizarre, soulless beings had their limits—or so I thought.

One of the knights, faceless behind his helmet, stepped forward without hesitation. He moved to the center of attention, standing tall as if preparing for something monumental. 

But he didn't speak, didn't react. He simply stood there, frozen as the seconds ticked by, the weight of the impossible command settling on him like a shroud.