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

Omphalo-Centric-Academy, Qian Bosen's office.


A miniature chest made of Old World gold was placed on the desk. Qian Bosen attempted to unlock it by channeling controllable wind into the keyhole.


As the gentle breeze poured in, a large amount of golden liquid overflowed and clogged the keyhole.


"Such a thing could never exist on the surface of the Old World. William, have you been to deeper regions? Even I have never seen such sophisticated processing methods of Old World gold. It's too clever."


Qian Bosen was absolutely trustworthy. Yi Chen did not hide anything and detailed his random encounter with the "Old World Merchant" and his gambling.


"I didn't expect you to have such an opportunity. Perhaps it's the good luck brought by residing with Patient Zero."


For a moment, Qian Bosen's "Owl's Eye" seemed to see endless possibilities in Yi Chen.


"Professor, would you like to see this relic?"


Chapter 206: Secret Room