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

Yi Chen sat up from the operating table and as he fastened the buttons of his shirt, a maid from outside brought in a carefully prepared nutritious breakfast.


He only took a few bites of breakfast before setting it aside, not feeling hungry at all since he had swallowed a large bag of pus from Jin before dawn, enough to last until noon without eating.


Prophet Yuri was sitting at a nearby workbench, wearing glasses that could seal aura, as well as gloves with the same sealing effect, drawing a new design for a maid model.


Without sealing, an inadvertent leak of killing intent could shred the workbench.


"Done! The basic design has been finalized. It will require multiple experimental adjustments later. I hope it can replicate around 50% of your physical structure."


"Mr. Yuri, the reason you can maintain 'delicacy' amid slaughter is because you engaged in mechanical design work, right?"


Chapter 274: Meat Sense Enhancement