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

"Jin, should the mechanical maid be here?"


"That's normal. Mr. Yuri's maids are spread throughout Kesimani, even in Zion… Is this your first time noticing? But indeed, the maids in Zion are covered in perfect human skin, so you can't tell they're mechanical.


The maids in Kesimani tend to be more secretive; it's rare to see one standing out in the open like this."


"Could it be that Prophet Yuri is from Kesimani?"


"Yes, he is a special prophet born under the training of the executioners in Kesimani, and the only prophet produced here who has been certified by the organization since its establishment.


Privately, we call him 'Butcher Prophet.'"


"Butcher? I had the fortune of meeting Prophet Yuri once; he was wrapped entirely in bandages and wore a restraint on his face, relying on mechanical maids for movement and communication.


"I don't know if he is strong, as I've never confronted him directly.


Chapter 270: Invitation