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

This sugar cube was nothing like the grilled squid he had tried before; if one were to quantify it, it would probably be equivalent to a giant deep-sea octopus surpassing fifty meters in length.


The moment the sugar cube entered the body, it was as if opening the prison that confined the great octopus, the severely compressed body began to expand and restore.


If it were a gentleman of the same rank as Yi Chen, their physical body would likely burst in less than a second, and their brain would also be invaded by the essence of the nightmare in a short time, transforming into an indescribable form of tentacles.


However, when this nightmare octopus tried to spread within Yi Chen's body, it was first met with the constriction and binding of a monstrous physical form, the solid space formed between muscles and bones squeezed and restricted the octopus.


Immediately following, the octopus heard the clang of iron chains that caused it to feel excruciating pain.


Chapter 295 Nightmare Transformation