Section 1862, Experiment No. 117

"On the fifth day of the early spring festival month, year 6563 of the Southern New Calendar."

"Hahaha! As expected, as expected! I succeeded! Experiment No. 117 succeeded!"

A long string of words overflowing with self-emotion, coupled with the increasingly flamboyant script, outlined a sense of madness on the parchment.

Angel looked at this line of words, speechless and silent. All his curiosity and urgency seemed to have been doused with a bucket of cold water. The crazy script above seemed to transform into mocking expressions.

What about the information on the hidden room? Weren't you suspicious of a hidden room? Why suddenly not care anymore?

Also, wasn't the previous entry still during the Resurrection Moon, how did it suddenly jump to the Spring Festival Month? Could it be that Tizarro was fully immersed in Experiment No. 117 during those two months?

Angel turned the handbook to the back cover, which was empty, without any words.