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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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Leaving Footsteps

The steady hum of the Landship's engines filled the air, a comforting backdrop to the mechanical rhythms of our journey through the unstable lands of Carcosa. 

But my focus wasn't on its miraculous engineering at the moment. My attention was consumed by the glowing matrix of circuits and neural patterns spread out before me, the foundation of a new Cognitive Engine I was weaving into existence, something different from the Foundational Template that I developed back then in Kuzunoha's mansion.

Charis sat beside me, her childlike wonder tempered by an earnest curiosity. Her delicate hands hovered just above the intricate patterns I had laid out, her white eyes flickering between fascination and determination as she tried to follow my movements.

"Is this right, Father?" she asked, mimicking my gestures as she attempted to guide the flow of neural energy into a small cluster of circuits.