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

Just as Yi Chen was feeling the closeness of his clothing, strands of yellow silk threads emerged between his retinas.


"I can sense the restlessness of combat emanating from the depths of your flesh and bones."


"Indeed, I am about to face an opponent who is infinitely close to physical perfection, and I wish to confront him with the most primitive form of hand-to-hand combat.


Besides, I'll need your help, Yellow Skin, to cover up the gentleman's identity; there's another gentleman with a Skin Content of 100% undergoing Skin Transplant in the dream."


The yellow lines shifted, and the text changed.


"You wish to satisfy both physical struggle and identity concealment simultaneously? Then it shall be as you conducted in your previous slaughter training. I will make the necessary adjustments to 'Restriction Removal,' primarily enhancing the 'inner skin.'"


Chapter 318: The Assault