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 could be considered well-traveled and had seen many terrifying things, especially recently during his firewood gathering period, and owing to the influence of the Evil Sun's consciousness, he had never felt any fear.


All sorts of patients from the Old World had experienced the terror of Evil Techniques.


At that moment, however, Grep felt his heart rate soar to 160, and he needed to press his hand against his heart and take some whiskey to slightly ease it.


The shadow he had just seen reflected in the mirror, even though he hadn't seen it clearly, had triggered an instinctual sense of fear in him.


It was not merely a numeric reminder; Grep could distinctly feel that part of his own fear had been drawn away.


"What's going on! Is this also the pressure brought by the Duke?


Why does a mere black thing make me so afraid? I wasn't even this scared when I was deep in underground lava...


Chapter 733 Fear Density