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

After weight reduction was completed, Marquis Glatoni did not launch an attack immediately but reassessed the young man before him.


William, who had been dodging continuously and performing multiple Star Transfers, showed no signs of needing to catch his breath and didn't seem to be dissipating any energy whatsoever.


It appeared that everything prior was just a disguise.


"In addition to luring me to expose my flaws and deliver a slash... you intentionally retreated by dodging, drawing me from the Black Bridge toward the city's edge to facilitate your teammates' infiltration of the Central Manor, didn't you?"


William quickly shook his head in denial, "No, no, no~ Our manpower is limited. Even if I could draw you away, they wouldn't be sufficient to infiltrate the Central Manor... unless we rescue teacher Zede or kill you.


The purpose of leading you to the city wall was just to 'engage in solo combat'.


Chapter 599: Devouring and Death