Yellow Shirt Fatty

Dear tired Reader, it is an honor that you have chosen this book amidst the heavy, gloomy aisles of the Library.
It is with some regret, however, that I must inform you this book is ill.
Your fingers should be able to feel the raised Proliferation of tissues on the surface of the Skin of the book, 
The words written in days of old are like Parasites taking root in the pages, longing for someone to observe their writhing,
To sense, to decipher, and to touch the very essence of this sick story.
If you insist on borrowing this book, please be sure to regularly check your own physical condition.
Keep in mind.

The Gentleman at the End

The ancient monastery before me combines various old elements, giving off the feeling of a dilapidated spirit temple.


Yi Chen still maintained his Vision fully open, inspecting this individual in yellow clothes, who was suspected to be a Watcher.


He recalled the books he had read in Zion, which contained very little information about such organizations, merely revealing the pseudonym of this special gentleman and their related duties.


It was also from Zede's teacher that he gleaned some more detailed information.


According to Zede, if his eyes hadn't failed him, he might have become one of the Watchers as well.


A class of high-rank gentlemen in Zion, who received special training and excelled at handling events alone,


They often had hermit-like dispositions, preferring not to stay in the city among others but rather to engage in activities outside the city, even living in the sparse Grey Zone for extended periods.


Chapter 161: Watcher and the Passage