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

The bells atop the Glory Hall tolled, their somber chimes signifying the enshrinement of a new gentleman within, with most gentlemen clear that this bell corresponded to contributors of nightmare events.


Most of them momentarily put aside their matters at hand, turning towards the direction of the bells to pay their respects.


certain gentlemen stationed at higher vantage points, who normally had a clear view of the hall's architecture, felt an odd sensation as the bells neared their end, as if something deep within the hall was watching them.


Those with higher Sensing Attributes or notable eye abilities could vaguely see a charred eyeball in the clouds above the hall, its ring-shaped pupil seemingly still ablaze.


Staring for an extended period even made these gentlemen's eyes burn, and the sudden onset of Pain snapped them back to reality,


prompting them to hastily check their own eyes after shifting their gaze,


Chapter 335: Ashes Reborn