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

The guillotine was like the final period at the end of a story, signaling its conclusion.


The remnants of the Dark Moon that had been cleaved off fell directly, nearly demolishing the entire park.


As the aftershocks of the fall dispersed, that pervasive sense of despair and the feeling of physical separation that had spread throughout the city vanished completely.


William, in his Abyssal State, landed on the streets outside the park,


Yi Chen, with hemiplegia, fell alongside him, using a dagger's tip to prop himself upright, a rare heart-felt smile of relief spread across his face.


It had been a long while since he had experienced the sensation of severing "Evil," and it was a kind of "Evil" different from the past—an even stranger, weightier "Evil" that had already formed into a vessel for stories.


Even the loss of his lower body and multiple organs didn't concern Yi Chen,


Chapter 721: Stance and Reward