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

At the highest peak of a rugged spiral-converged structure on the surface of a certain planet, a young man sat cross-legged, gazing up at the stars.


He blinked every 60 seconds, like a precisely set robot, with an error margin within 0.1 seconds.


The young man had maintained this gaze for two months now.


Outside the planet, in the principal's office


Ms. Daislin Baldivia kept a mid-air embracing position, cradling the planet in her arms.


However, compared to her usual tranquility, there was an extraordinarily rare impatience, something that hadn't been seen since Zede lost control on campus.


The reason was simple: Yi Chen's consciousness had stayed on the planet for too long.


The "Fantasy Celestial Body" she created could be considered a Sensing Type relic,


Chapter 253 Star Formation