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

Seeing the others had already chosen their targets, Catherine jumped out and turned her gaze toward the deputy director Kimberly, who had undergone physical prosthetic transformation, "Oh, someone infected with the metal disease? They're the type I'm least skilled at dealing with. But never mind~ Since you all have chosen your targets, I'll just make do then."


No sooner had the words left her mouth~ whoosh!


A laser beam shot out instantaneously, piercing right through Catherine's forehead, as well as the door behind her and a pedestrian reading a newspaper across the church street.


the moment Catherine's forehead was pierced, her body began to rapidly fill in the flesh.


A closer look would reveal the eerie and terrifying nature of the flesh repair: between the holes pierced and scorched by the laser, tiny female bodies surged in, embracing each other to complete the filling.


Chapter 306: The Magician's Tactics