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

Grep picked up the metal spoon from the ground and unexpectedly discovered that the end of the spoon appeared to have been sharpened, exceptionally pointed, it could completely be used as a cutting tool.


At the same time, a prompt sound arose by his ear.


"Congratulations, you have obtained a hidden reward, 'Peeping Tom's Spoon'. This spoon, formed from evil thoughts, is capable of transforming between consciousness and physical form."


"Evil thoughts... Are they another concept fabricated by William in the performance scene?"


Grep looked at the spoon in his hand, fiddling with it for half a moment, but he failed to achieve the so-called transformation.


When he tried to understand 'evil thoughts', recalling some terrible past events and wanting to kill someone, the spoon in his hand immediately disassembled into dim particles and was absorbed into his wrist.


He could even feel a spoon that was both illusory and real embedded in his arm.


Chapter 737: The Truth