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

Zion Upper Level District, Noble Street, is lined with luxurious mansions of well-known families, where an English-style maid accompanies an elderly gentleman with a protruding belly on the street.


Suddenly, the maid's expression dramatically changed, and she burst into a speed of twenty meters per second, vanishing from the street.


Only the bewildered gentleman remained.


A female stall owner, selling pancakes and dressed in the distinctive maid attire, which attracted gentlemen who favored this style, regardless of gender, to specifically come to buy pancakes.


Even though her pancakes were terrible and could scarcely be called pancakes, people still came daily to buy them.


Already four people around the stall couldn't wait anymore; the stall owner's grip on the egg was too forceful, splattering it everywhere, with less than a tenth of the yolk actually landing on the pancake.


Chapter 285: Candidates and Invasion