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

It was only when the voice from outside made it through that William, who was in the Thought Library, snapped back to reality.


He had been completely engrossed in observing the Abyss, watching the rhythmic pulsations of the abyss in his abdomen and the simultaneous transformations of the surrounding limbs.


He was merely observing, not doing anything extra.


It was through hours of observation that William saw something, something beyond the scope of the physical, associated with the root of illness.


The abyss in his abdomen mainly originated from what was once known as "Life Gate," which corresponds to the "Palace" among flocks of sheep.


The current rhythmic contractions of the Abyss could be regarded as a "palace contraction phenomenon," a mode of expression for a life illness, a performance of life by the physical. Perhaps in this way, they could be connected.


As Yi Chen tossed out his question, William responded:


Chapter 637: Self-Invested Wrestling