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

When his head was crushed by Zede, the instant he was declared dead,


Yi Chen's consciousness immediately felt a call from the depths of the nightmare, as if a multitude of black tentacles rose from the deepest muck, dragging at his very being.


As he continued to sink with the drag of the tentacles,


there was nothing below, just a warm, primal darkness.


His consciousness was wrapped layer by layer in silt, while his physical structure began to ferment, expand, and perfect on the surface.


By the time this wondrous process completely ended,


A giant egg festooned with tentacles on the bottom dropped vertically into the Library area.


The top of the egg bloomed like a flower,


Yi Chen sat upright within, hugging his knees, still sporting his bun hairstyle, but his clothing was nowhere to be found.


Yi Chen was experiencing death and rebirth in the nightmare for the first time.


Even though his physical reconstruction was complete,


Chapter 317 Dressing