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

As the most distinctive hotel in Rat City that accommodates the most out-of-town visitors, its status is also extremely high.


The owner, Congriff Blacktail, is a formidable figure well-known throughout Rat City,


yet such a hotel mysteriously collapsed at night. Aside from the large number of onlookers, several completely different noble rat people specially came from the Inner City District.


One of them held a flute, and as the sound of the flute rang out, a large swarm of rats burrowed into the building's ruins to investigate. "Congriff is dead, the reason being the leakage of the Abyss's secret..."


A certain marsupial rat noble lurking underground voiced from its abdomen, "What an idiot!"


Another female noble, whose pink tail peeked out from beneath her long skirt, said:


"This may not necessarily be stupidity.


The exceedingly timid Congriff, who only knows how to hide in the crevices, is not stupid enough to do this.


Chapter 530 Moon Rats