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 swirling chaos of pervertness began to settle, its incomprehensible variables dimming as though exhausted from their own ceaseless movement.

Yes, concepts took form in this maddening realm if they weren't reigned. Only when its master stabilized the planarity, did the concept-made manifest return to their essence of ideas.

Black Daffodil stood before me, still perched upon her imagined throne of smugness, her faceless void tilted in that ever-maddening way that suggested both amusement and victory.

"Leaving so soon?" Her tone was mockingly sweet, her fingers idly twirling a tendril of void-like essence as though she were toying with my patience itself. "After all we've shared, Narcissus?"

I crossed my arms, offering her my most unimpressed glare. "Shared?" My voice dripped with sarcasm. "If you call that sharing, I pity your definition of intimacy."

The Void Aftermath