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

Three young gentlemen were 'resting with their eyes closed' here in different poses.


Yi Chen sat cross-legged at the edge of the rooftop, gazing at the starry sky.


Jin held his hands in front of him, his back leaning against the entrance to the staircase,


while Reagan was sitting more casually on the ground, holding a large bag of pickled cucumbers. Although his eyes were closed, he regularly popped a sour cucumber into his mouth.


The three were maintaining a state of "thought sharing," using the connection of Madness Brain to obtain visual information from student Scott, which was being transmitted in real time from the City of the Dead.


This allowed them to spy on Bart Prada, the Apprentice Knight who dominated the City of the Dead and possessed Sun Dis.


Chapter 352: Entering the Jar