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

Yuri, clad in a deep red suit, black shirt, and a tie adorned with a red-eyed skull, looked at the magician's hat with a puzzled expression.


"I'm sure I locked onto the 'slaughter line', so there's no way I could have missed... But I cut through this instead? Did a 'material exchange' take place? The very instant my blade hit, this hat swapped places with the nightmare itself.


This woman is barely clinging to life; she couldn't possibly have used such a sophisticated ability.


However, Yuri was not at all afraid and was about to lead the Executioner Group in pursuit when,


Prophet Marko and Martin, who were supposed to be at the rear, somehow caught up to the front line with unimaginable speed and reached out to place their hands on Yuri's shoulders.


"Marko... why are you at the front line?"


Chapter 327 Threat Neutralized