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

"Yes," I continued the conversation smoothly. "She is a shadow, a concept even among concepts. Her motivations? As abstract as the things she creates, if you can even call them that."

For a moment, Black Daffodil's gaze lingered, the air thick with her dissatisfaction. She tapped her fingers lightly, a rhythmic sound that echoed in the silent room. Then, abruptly, she changed the topic with a dismissive wave of her hand.

"Well," she murmured, "There are always more intriguing topics to converse, aren't there?"

The shift was calculated, and I knew then that Black Daffodil wasn't conceding. She was simply saving this particular inquiry for another time. But I also knew better than to pry; her sudden disinterest was a message of its own.

"Indeed," I said, nodding. "And I do have questions of my own. About Narcissus, of course."

Kuzunoha's Viewpoint: I See You