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 walnut-like object was juggled between his palms, colliding and generating a mix of noises.


On the surface of his arm, covered with scorch marks, slight movements of muscles and veins could be seen,


In a shabby little hut in the Outer Ring's moon viewing area, a mysterious figure, radiating a hot corpse aroma, seemed to be performing some kind of divination.


However, when his divination tried to reach the Yin Head in the sky, it was repelled by a force.


Beneath the hood, his face was covered in scorch marks, which were connected by "nodes." These nodes were actually cursed, burnt eyeballs.


Drawn by the rumors of the moon, the mysterious figure who had traveled all the way from Light City was none other than Small Grape. Grep.


After leaving William's body, he had set off on a journey of fire,


stopping at the lowest end of the Scorch Mark Plain, the


Chapter 732: Identity, Scene and Fear