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

The breeder Blanklin, with the character for "Madman" engraved on his brain surface, had reverted from his pig-man state, retracted his Human Pillar Weapon into his body, and returned to his human state, now donning a butcher's apron.


even Yi Chen, observing this man whose bloated flesh oozed oil between layers of fat and whose facial features were squished together by fat, had a very poor first impression.


But after understanding Blanklin's mental journey, he could empathize with this death row inmate.


Yi Chen no longer cared much, only needing to know that this guy's nature wasn't inherently bad, for in such a world filled with despair and devoid of hope, such a guy could survive longer.


A "scar" formed by a perfect slaughter cut remained on Blanklin's face,


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