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

A roadside restaurant with a giant cow skull hanging above its sign.


In one of the private rooms, an eating contest seemed to be underway, with waitstaff continuously bringing in dishes like steak, fried bone skewers, and tendon meatball soup.


Every so often, a large number of plates would be carried out from the room.


Reagan and Zede ate voraciously as if nothing was wrong,


Reagan had been staying at the Power Station this whole time, assisting with the Dreaming project and analyzing various brainwave data, hardly ever having a proper meal.


Zede had also expended a large amount of energy in the Dreaming process and hadn't had the chance to eat a hot meal after waking.


Their hearty eating contrasted sharply with the two other people across the table who appeared frail and had no appetite at all.


Covered in wounds, with visible indentations in their bodies where bones had not yet properly regrown.


Chapter 330: Dinner Party