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 moon of the Old World once resembled a sphere of unpolished jade, constantly radiating coldness, its so-called craters filled in by clear flowing water.


Those who were scorched by the Evil Sun during the day or had painful pasts could choose to gaze at the moon when dusk fell,


the chill from the moon soothing their minds, nourishing their souls, and even for some fortunate ones, there was a chance to feel the caress of the Moonlight Queen's spirit.


Because of this, the Patients of the Old World harbored a unique affection towards the moon, and even more so for those who came here to admire it;


yet what now rose into the sky was not at all the moon they had in mind, indeed, except for its silver hue, it bore no resemblance to the moon at all,


it was something else, something that could instill Fear in them.


And it was in the moment that the 'New Moon' rose that an invisible Barrier formed within a ten-kilometer radius.


Chapter 731: Primary Election