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

(This chapter's references to "parents," "mom," and "dad" are temporary titles used within the virtual game, and they have no blood relation to the protagonist nor are they of human species; they are a type of monster imagined into existence.)


A middle-aged woman with golden wavy hair stood at the doorway, motionless, maintaining a 'motherly' smile on her face.


With the smile unchanged and lips unmoving, a gentle voice emanated from deep within her throat:


"No, Mom! I went upstairs to read after breakfast. Isn't Xue Rui downstairs?"


Yi Chen sat upright at his desk, with his back to the door, one hand flipping through a book and the other ready to reach for the hand axe under the desk.


His mother did not pursue the matter about Xue Rui further, but changed the subject, "Do you know why our mailbox has been opened?"


Chapter 177: Dinner