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

Upon seeing such an oppressive gold Frame, Yi Chen immediately thought of what he had seen in the Abyss Laboratory deep within Green Lake, where his consciousness had been dragged—the "Fish Origin."


An epic music prelude, accompanied by a unique yellow-golden Frame.


If a being of such caliber wished for Yi Chen to die, it probably wouldn't need to lift a finger, just a mere thought could erase him.


Even Moon Trace Lorrian, an Open Source patient, would instantly abandon the thought of fleeing at the sound of epic music in his mind, and could only comply with this Old World merchant who appeared suddenly.


Duke Garrisen did not carry any hostility, but instead cast a benevolent gaze,


He seemed to have come all the way from the deep Old World either for the appearance of an 'item,' or perhaps for the aura of a quality customer.


There was no seizure of the item, but a very polite request to trade.


Chapter 172 Relic