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

In order not to disturb the rest of the Sacred Bodies,


the Archbishop led Yi Chen out of the secret chamber and into a resting room inside the Church, while setting up a Radiant Barrier to prevent the leakage of new life aura.


As Yi Chen placed the Shortened shotgun tainted with Iron Disease on the table,


it seemed to trigger some sort of 'Ancient Switch',


the Archbishop, who appeared to have been left behind by the times, resembling a decrepit corpse, and even seemed to struggle to walk, surprisingly held the gun handle with practiced ease and even made a spinning motion to cock it in the palm of his hand.


Click~ the gun pointed at Yi Chen and was then drawn back for Appreciation, his ancient, wrinkly fingers touching the metal patterns on the surface of the gun.


"This is... the craftsmanship of Mariano, isn't it? The Sick Object's essence is basically preserved, short yet heavy, suitable for close to mid-range combat, a superior category, no wonder you want to get promoted."


Chapter 363: Research Progresses