Mythos Of Narcissus: Reborn As An NPC In A Horror VRMMO

I arrived in Carcosa.

But not in the way I had intended.

Not on my Landship. Not in the familiar corridors brimming with the hum of technology and the quiet murmur of my people.

Instead—

I arrived here.

A space that defied sense, where matter collapsed and reconstructed itself endlessly, where entire segments of existence corroded into nothingness only to reassemble as if time itself was indecisive about their destruction.

This place pulsed with contradictions.

Space bent and convulsed as if it had a beating heart of its own, folding and unfolding in sickening rhythms, shifting between tangible and theoretical. Every step I took felt both solid and ephemeral, like walking on a surface that was never meant to be stable.

The world around me did not hold still. It buckled, twisted, reset.

I exhaled, feeling the tug of this place trying to pull at my form, trying to make sense of me—an intruder in its domain. It failed.

With a glance at the warped landscape, I already knew what had happened.

Somehow, some way, instead of reappearing on my Landship, I had transported myself into the abyssal depths of the Theotech Site beneath the spire.

A place no ordinary being should wander into by accident.

A place that had no business existing in the first place.

I barely had a moment to process before a familiar voice slithered into my mind.

"You know, if you wanted to join the Theotech expedition, you could have just asked."

A smirk tugged at my lips.

Kuzunoha was on the telepathic call.

I raised a brow, crossing my arms as I glanced up at the convulsing sky of who knows what I’m actually seeing. "Oh? Are we playing ignorant now? You know exactly what happened."

A soft, amused hum. "Who, me? I would never."

I rolled my eyes, chuckling. "If you’re going to pretend not to know, at least try harder."

Another hum, this time laced with mirth. "Fine. Fine. I may have sensed a ’disturbance.’ But really, I was just concerned for you."

"How generous."

"I’m trying~"

I exhaled through my nose, shifting my stance as I took in the chaotic surroundings. "Well, since I’m here, how’s the expedition going? I imagine it’s as ridiculous as I expected."

A pause. Then—Kuzunoha’s voice carried a tone of rare, genuine intrigue.

"You could say that. This is shaping up to be one of the most… fruitful expeditions I’ve taken part in."

That caught my attention.

Kuzunoha was not an easy woman to impress.

I tapped a finger against my arm. "Oh? And what exactly makes it so interesting?"

Her voice took on a theatrical lilt, as if savoring the reveal.

"There is an intrinsic cosmic nature to this subterranean realm—an underlying design that predates even the earliest records of Carcosa."

I frowned slightly. "How early are we talking?"

A deliberate response. "Before the Maddening Fold."

My expression stilled.

"The Maddening Fold?"

"Ah. I see. You haven’t heard of it, haven’t you, my love."

"No, but something tells me you’re about to educate me."

A chuckle. "Of course. It is, after all, a fascinating theory."

"A theory, huh."

"The Maddening Fold is a hypothetical term."

Kuzunoha’s voice carried a weight to it, a tone that suggested this was no casual piece of trivia. "A theory about the very birth of Carcosa itself—one that gained quite the following in past eras. Over time, it solidified itself as one of the more compelling explanations for the anomalies we’ve encountered in anything remotely Theotech-related."

I tapped a finger against my arm, interest piqued. "So it’s not just some obscure intellectual exercise. This theory actually has practical applications?"

"It does, to an extent. Some of the more sophisticated Theotech mechanisms rely on principles that seem to trace back to the Maddening Fold’s influence. But whether that means the theory is correct, or simply a convenient framework for understanding the unknowable, is still up for debate."

That was a valuable piece of information.

"Alright. Go on, then. What exactly is this theory about?"

"To simplify it—" Kuzunoha’s voice took on a rhythm, smooth and deliberate, "—imagine this. An interdimensional entity—no, a carcass of one. A being so vast, so incomprehensible, that when it died, it did not simply decay. Instead, it folded."

I frowned slightly. "Folded?"

"Yes. Unlike an ordinary corpse, which withers and fades, this entity was so massive in concept, so deeply woven into the very fabric of existence, that its death did not remove it—it only made it unstable. Instead of vanishing, it collapsed inward. Its entire being imploded upon itself, creating a singularity where nature and law unraveled, twisted, and rewove themselves into something entirely new. The very act of its death bent reality into an unresolved paradox."

The way she spoke carried a strange reverence, as if she were describing something almost divine—or profane.

It reminded me of something akin to the Big Bang, if the Big Bang had started from something that had once been alive.

"And what happened after that?"

Kuzunoha’s voice remained steady, but there was an edge to it now, an almost theatrical weight.

"At that moment—the moment of the Maddening Fold—nothing was decided."

The air around me felt heavier, the words sinking deep.

"Matter, concepts, even the very notion of existence itself wavered, teetering on the edge of choice. Everything that had once been part of this entity—the laws it had embodied, the fundamental truths that made up its structure—were suddenly without an anchor. The world as we know it did not exist yet, because nothing had settled into place."

I let that thought linger for a moment.

A world that had no rules. A reality that had yet to make up its mind.

"But," Kuzunoha continued, "Eventually, things began to take form. Most fragments of that collapse found their place, settling into what would become Carcosa. Laws emerged. Rules solidified. The sky, the land, the very nature of physics—the fabric of this world formed as remnants of the Fold settled into something stable."

"And what about the ones that didn’t?" I asked, already suspecting the answer.

A small hum of approval. "Ah. That is where things become truly fascinating."

She paused, then spoke again, voice softer, measured.

"Some remnants of that initial collapse never found a place. They remained in flux—untouched by time, by decay, by logic. These are the anomalies. The places where Carcosa remains unsettled, where things still fold and unfold, unable to choose between being and not being. They exist in a state of perpetual ’folding,’ trapped in the moment of transition, neither fully present nor fully absent."

I glanced around at my surroundings—the shifting, unstable terrain, the constant bending and warping of reality itself.

The way this entire abyssal space felt unresolved.

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Kuzunoha let the silence stretch for a moment before answering.

"A strong possibility. These pockets of unstable existence are rare, but they exist, buried deep beneath Carcosa. Sometimes, they appear for fleeting moments before vanishing again, as if struggling to fully manifest. Other times, they linger, hidden beneath layers of reality, waiting for someone—or something—to stumble upon them.

"This subterranean plane beneath the Theotech Site… it bears all the signs of such a remnant."

I took a slow breath, absorbing the implications.

A place that had never fully settled. A place that was still—after all this time—folding and unfolding.

If that was true, then this wasn’t just a fragment of the past. This was a piece of Carcosa’s birth, still raw, still shifting.

An unhealed wound in the very fabric of the world.

And Theotech had built a site on top of it.

"All of this is just a theory," Kuzunoha reminded me, though there was something in her tone that suggested she found the theory far more compelling than she let on. "A theory by a certain individual known as the Tinkerer."

I exhaled through my nose, a dry chuckle escaping. "That name again. The Tinkerer seems to have had her hands in quite a lot of things, doesn’t she?"

"Naturally. She’s important. Even by Carcosa’s standards."

I narrowed my eyes slightly. "Are you saying you’ve met her?"

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Kuzunoha’s voice held amusement. "Would you like to?"

I clicked my tongue. "I’ll think about it."

For now, though, my priority was getting out of this place.

I reached forward, fingers grazing the air. The fabric of space trembled at my touch, resisting for only a moment before I pulled—ripping open a rift to my true destination.

Home of my choosing.

The Landship.

The space beyond the tear was stable, whole—exactly where I needed to be.

Just as I prepared to step through, another voice chimed into the telepathic channel.

"Father."

I immediately recognized it. Charis, my dear sunshine everlasting, chiming into my telepathic channel with her sweet and adorable voice.

Her tone was calm but direct.

"There has been a situation aboard the Landship, while you were caught in the unknown phenomenon. Carlotta is quite worried about that, you know?"

"Ah, I owe both of you some real sweet treats from the oven then."

"I can’t wait for that," I could see from my perceptive extension that Charis was drooling while trying to get her act together. "Ehem, to sum up the recent event. An unknown wanderer has entered the bastion."

That was… unexpected.

"Intruder?"

"No. Just… misplaced. She has not shown any aggression. However, she has identified an actual intruding and dangerous entity aboard the Landship that had just been suppressed by the available bastioneers and Landship’s defensive system."

I frowned. "What entity?"

"There are no remains, unfortunately. It was reported to dissolve into nothing." A pause. "The newcomer called it a ’Pallid Mermaid.’"

My breath stilled for a fraction of a second.

A Pallid Mermaid.

A thing that should not exist on my Landship.

I clenched my fingers, the rift before me widening as I stepped forward.

"Understood. Thank you for your great work, Charis."

"Ehehe."

Kuzunoha hummed in amusement. "Looks like you have your hands full. Shall I be expecting more delightful chaos upon your return?"