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

The moment Naosi's hand touched the smooth surface of the Mirroring Well, reality itself seemed to ripple. A resonant hum vibrated through the air, reverberating deep within my chest like the echo of some primordial force awakening. The monolith shimmered, its anti-light surface twisting and undulating as if it were liquid rather than solid.

Naosi, hesitant and visibly nervous, tried to pull her hand back, but her palm remained connected to the surface. Her brow furrowed in confusion. "It's… pulling," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

The Mirroring Well reacted with a deep, resonant pulse, and Naosi gasped as her hand was pushed forward instead. Slowly, almost tenderly, an identical hand emerged from the surface of the monolith, pale and familiar.

The two hands connected, palm to palm, and the tension in the air grew heavier as if the entire world was holding its breath.