Lord of the Abyss: My Attendants Are Campus Beauties

Lin Ye was jolted awake by an indescribably foul stench.

It was the ultimate odor, a rancid blend of years-old grime, rotting food, and the fermented excrement of some kind of creature. It surged into his nostrils and shot straight to the crown of his head, nearly making him pass out again.

He snapped his eyes open. Instead of the ceiling of his ten-square-meter rental, piled with takeout containers, he saw a hazy gray sky speckled with suspicious patches of grease. His body was wrapped in a thick, slick, icy liquid. Every tiny movement stirred up even more nauseating molecules of stench.