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

Mossande Wise, the leader, whose face had been crushed, was healed instantly. For a circus performer, physical disintegration was nothing unusual, and his regenerative powers ranked in the top five within the circus.


Having his head crushed was hardly a matter of concern; what truly annoyed and humiliated him was simply the act of "falling down."


If his circus peers were to find out about this, he might become the butt of jokes or, worse, his fall could be exaggerated and lead to a demotion by the boss.


Just as he was about to unleash his real power, flattening the central street of Nightmare Town with one foot, he felt something in the Church that hadn't been completely crushed, staunchly held up by a pure physical force.


Upon closer inspection, the scene beneath the gigantic foot shocked Mossande.


Chapter 307: Monster