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 square brazier built of special stone,


burned with intense, scorching flames that seemed regular. While the firelight was a warm yellow, wrapped within was a layer of white. This white flame-layer seemed alive, breathing with the rhythm of the flames, as if it were slumbering.


it was like a fly stuck on ointment, his consciousness firmly affixed to it,


even though he stood twenty meters away. He suffered the most direct combustion, which not only warmed his body but also scorched his consciousness.


Those in the past who failed to acquire the Flame did not do so because the ritual failed,


but because they simply could not endure the direct scorching from the bonfire. Before even getting close, their consciousnesses were cleansed to the point of idiocy, and their bodies charred, tossed into the brazier like burnt charcoal.


Chapter 430: The Offspring of Evil Sun