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

I exhaled softly, lowering my gaze slightly, letting a small, sheepish smile tug at my lips.

"An angel?" I murmured, shaking my head as if embarrassed by the notion. "That's… quite the exaggeration."

Izzar's expression remained stiff, but I could see the tension in her shoulders, the slight twitch of her fingers. Her reddish-blue eyes flickered between uncertainty and disbelief.

"No," she muttered, almost to herself. "It's not."

With a sharp inhale, she forced herself to move, stepping back from the table and rubbing her temples as if trying to clear her thoughts. I watched as she took a seat, her movements deliberate, grounding herself.

"I've never seen anyone as beautiful as you," she admitted, her voice carrying an edge of frustration.

Foreign Comfort