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

Before the nightmare scene eroded into the front of Swan School,


those with keen perception had captured a movement of Yi Chen's lips as he hung, whispering softly, through further analysis, they could decipher the language of the Old World that he spoke.


It was after these words that the nightmare began to invade reality, even going so far as to dye the surrounding star formations ink-black and claim them as its own.


Varieties of ink began to seep out between the top and the walls of the school,


and tentacles spreading from the nightmare swiftly swelled and split, rapidly taking over all areas of the school, preparing to launch an attack on those present.


The Prophets present also switched forms,


the elderly man at the door replaced his flute with a staff,


the two-faced Prophet reverted to his front side, his entire demeanor suddenly turning ferocious,


Chapter 268: Each Deploys Their Tactics