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

Charis sat on my lap, her small frame leaning against mine as I carefully fed her pieces of fruit from the tray beside us.

Her anxiety had taken a visible toll, and though she tried to mask it with a quiet demeanor, the way she clung to me betrayed her emotions.

She nibbled at the food without complaint, her silver hair brushing my arms as I held the tray in one hand and steadied her with the other.

Around us, the room buzzed with a mixture of tension and levity.

Kuzunoha lounged to my left, seated with one leg crossed over the other under her long-flowing gothic skirt, her ever-present smirk dancing at the edges of her lips.

Viviane was across from me, her orange eyes sharp yet warm as she leaned back, arms crossed casually, though the faint furrow in her brow hinted at her lingering irritation.

Returned Intact