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

With the Skin Promotion ceremony about to commence, Wrinkled Skin Spacy, as the chief tailor, naturally received an invitation to attend the event in person.


Actually, even without an invitation, he would have made his way to the scene, leveraging his past role at the Divine Skin Mansion. After all, his old friend was about to break free from restraints and regain freedom, and he had to stand there to see him off in person.


Spacy also dressed elaborately, taking out the bodice leather garment he had prepared long ago,


and enveloped all parts of his body except for his mouth and eyes, stuffing the wrinkles evenly into it, taking a whole morning to ensure his appearance was impeccable.


He looked like a black-skinned man with a round and uniform belly.


Before leaving, he placed his palm on the surface of his desk,


Chapter 367: The One with the Skin