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

Waiting for the guest to arrive, I started to feel creeped now that I started to meet foreigners.

I had already fueled my narcissism canister, but it still felt jarring now that I've noticed more than a hundred people leering on my Landship outside. Their imperfect faces, and the opportunistic expression that they made after finding out that there was nothing but women in this giant vessel.

"Everything has already been prepared, Master," Maid-1 confirmed to me.

"Good. Now we only need to watch everything unfold."

The meeting room of the Landship was always a good way to showcase the technological sophistication of our bastion.

The walls shimmered faintly with embedded Neural Alloy conduits, casting a soft, ambient glow across the room.

Holographic displays floated above the central table, detailing maps, data streams, and operational overviews—all fully synchronized with the Cognitive Engine network.

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