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

grew dense with death as the concentration of demise rose. Lifeless stones were bestowed with skull structures of the dead form. Walls made of clustered skulls constantly emitted mists, sealing the environment with the absolute label of death and blocking all perception methods.


Even the natives of the Old World would avoid areas constructed with dense skulls or shun discussions about the "Death Plague" upon seeing or hearing them.


Disregarding the warnings of death and acting disrespectfully could possibly summon a terrifying legion—the [Death Plague Knights] under the First Dead Man.


It's rumored that every dead being chosen for this knight order wields the strength to stand on their own, leaving mountains of bones in their wake.


At present, inside the deepest skull room of the sewer,


Chapter 232: Danger Approaching