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

Barry woke himself up with a loud snore and sat up from the bed. His gaze caught Yi Chen, who was meditating on the sofa and looked rather strange.


Metallic spikes had grown all over his body, as if the spikes were a part of Yi Chen himself.


Merely looking at them made Barry feel an indistinct pain — he certainly didn't want to touch the spikes.


By that time, the spikes had slowly retracted, and Yi Chen opened his clear, transparent eyes.


"Barry, are you awake? Let's go downstairs for a meal and then head out immediately."


"Okay," Barry said as he put on his armor, still concerned about the spikes he had just seen, "William, what's with those metal spikes growing inside you? I don't remember feeling anything like that when I fought you."


"They're something I only got recently in the Old World."


"You found more than just relics? Also some physical gains?"


As soon as he said this, Barry felt the gap between him and Yi Chen widening significantly.


Chapter 225 Accelerating Death