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

As I turned to leave this kaleidoscopic realm within my soul, ready to step through the swirling void and return to the comfort of my quarters, a sudden sensation arrested my movement.

Something coiled around my ankle—firm but not hostile, its texture cool and weightless like woven shadows.

I glanced down, narrowing my eyes at the dark tendril wrapping itself around me. It pulsed faintly with the unmistakable signature of Black Daffodil's presence.

"Really?" I said, exasperated but not alarmed. "I'm pretty sure we were done here, weren't we?"

The tendril tightened ever so slightly, holding me in place as Black Daffodil rose from her chair. Her every movement was deliberate, poised, and unnervingly smooth.

"Leaving already?" she asked, her voice as serene and elegant as ever. "How heartless of you, Narcissus. You drop by, offer your so-called charming company, and then vanish without so much as a proper climax."

Actually, What The Hell??