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

tailor association - President's Office


A dense, even sticky, skin scent filled the room.


It was like the smell of dozens of pigskins forcibly pressed into a clay pot, continuously simmered with water in a cramped kitchen for tens of days.


Spacy put on an apparatus similar to a posture corrector, tucking in his protruding belly to shorten the distance between himself and Yi Chen.


The eyeballs within the skin headgear were completely bulging, almost touching Yi Chen's skin surface, meticulously inspecting every part—up, down, left, and right.


Yi Chen was used to it by now; he had even ordered custom clothing at the Nameless Clothing Store before, where Ivan had engaged in similar behavior, making Yi Chen wonder if tailors all had this kind of 'hobby'.


"How can this be… Who taught you 'Restriction Removal'? Was it Claude?"


"No, I realized it on my own. A few days before the nightmare game, I learned it temporarily in Yuri's Prophet House."


Chapter 338 Special Loan