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

Four elite gentlemen dressed in "sleepwear," although they had already negotiated terms with Breeder Blanklin at the very start of their dreaming,


as long as their team could excavate some useful information from the nightmares, after the mission Blanklin would gain control over his prosthetics and would no longer have to be immersed in a liquid container.


Moreover, they also received a verbal commitment from Blanklin, promising not to cause trouble and to assist seriously.


However, they still harbored great prejudice against Blanklin.


During the early stages, unfamiliar with the infinite cycles of the dream space, they often failed to create the stairs, causing frustration. During these episodes of agitation, they could always hear the sound of grease dripping from Blanklin's body, the sweat footprints left on the ground, and the increase in body odor due to physical heat dissipation, which only added to their contradictions.


Chapter 297: Gentlemen, Death Row Inmate and Nightmare