Chaos Descends (End of This Arc)

Time crept toward noon. Of the six billion people worldwide, hundreds of millions knew that a total solar eclipse would cover certain regions at noon today, but among those hundreds of millions, no more than three hundred knew that today would bring calamity upon the human world.

Above the center of Atlantis Island, two figures floated in the air.

Nyarlathotep gripped Fatty Kid's bald head, his body containing an independent world, while his other hand held the Human Skin Book he had just obtained from within the island—The Cultes des Goules.

"ke-xsi-ly-oiy!"

A strange language emerged from the faceless man's mouth. A twisted human face appeared on the cover of the Human Skin Book in his palm, and the book began flipping through its pages on its own.

"Master, what are you doing?" Fatty Kid watched the Human Skin Book flipping in the faceless man's hand and sensed energy within it that he was utterly incapable of absorbing.

"Just open your mouth!"

Seeing the faceless man's expression, Fatty Kid felt the urge to resist for the first time and wanted to escape his control. But the gap in strength between them was far too great. The faceless man seized his mouth and tore off his entire jaw.

Unable to close his mouth without a jaw, Fatty Kid struggled in agony. At that moment, the flipping Human Skin Book in the faceless man's other hand seemed to catch a peculiar scent emanating from within Fatty Kid. A malformed, twisted arm grew from between the pages and swiftly crawled down his throat into his body.

"Next, I'll need to expend some of my vital essence..."

The faceless man's twisted right arm plunged directly into Fatty Kid's skull, planting streams of chaotic essence into his body.

The faceless man withdrew his shriveled right