Shin_Ou

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.

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Warning, this story contain: Male-to-Female Genderbend, GL/Yuri, Occasional Futa MC, Yanderes, Harem, Self-Cest.

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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.

Mythos Of Narcissus: Reborn As An NPC In A Horror VRMMO

It seemed like this was the first time where I managed to rest this deeply.

"Huh, everything feels so vivid for a dream."

Right, it had been a while since I ever experienced what it felt like to be roaming in a dream.

"And in this case, this dream must be the recollection of my psyche when I'm still a man with the name of Lothair."

No, perhaps, when I was still a boy.

"If I'm not wrong, I'm still seven years old when this scene happens."

The sky hung low and heavy over the field, its somber hue of deep gray casting a muted pall across the land. A soft breeze stirred the tall, untamed grasses, their silken heads bending in unison as if weighed down by the atmosphere itself.

Swirling Memories