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

Marquis Glatoni watched the black shallow well in front of him, observing the creature emerging from it, gazing at the black liquid that did not belong to the Old World.


His thoughts were abruptly pulled back to the past, recalling scenes from the invasion war.


Memories from the past hung over him like a sharp sword, forcing the Marquis to retreat a hundred meters.


But he immediately remembered that the young man before him had been recruited as the 'Chief Actor' for the Circus,


and the weapons he wielded also originated from the Original Tomb.


Both forces absolutely loathed the extraterrestrial invaders. If William really were an outsider with intentions against this world, he definitely wouldn't be accepted by them.


"This black liquid-like death might be a rare attribute he carries as a human, activated upon contact with the Original Tomb, evolving into a type of 'alternative death.'


Just like the first commander of the Death Plague Knights..."


Chapter 600 Yi