headache splitting again. Lin Feng's eyes snapped open, but instead of the ceiling of his rented apartment, he saw a pitch-black, ink-green darkness. The pungent, fishy stench of death filled his nostrils.

"Damn it, they really坑ed me!" Lin Feng rubbed his throbbing head and scrambled up. The sudden movement made him dizzy, almost scattering his just-awakened consciousness.

As his eyes adjusted, he found himself standing on a desolate, muddy shore. The sky was obscured by thick, ink-green clouds, casting an eerie glow over the decayed, fish-strewn landscape. The air reeked of putrefaction, a nauseating mix of rotting fish and something else—something ancient and primordial.

"Okay, Lin Feng, stay calm," he muttered to himself, trying to process the bizarre situation. "You're not in your apartment anymore. You're in some kind of nightmare. Or maybe... another world?" The thought sent a chill down his spine, but he refused to let fear take hold. He was Lin Feng, the guy who always found a way out of tight spots.