Finally, after all the loud laughter and bickering, Zhao Ren huffed and raised his arms. "I can't stand this anymore. I smell like a dead sewer rat that took a nap beside another sewer rat."
He summoned his metal ability and slowly formed a small shield to block himself off from view. After that, a round metal tub appeared at his feet, and then he built a makeshift room around it—just enough to hide his bathing process.
Everyone watched in mild amusement as the guy who had just climbed out of a spider's skull was now desperate to scrub himself clean.
Because even after dousing himself with more water, Zhao Ren grimaced. "Ugh. It still stinks. Like something fermented in my bones."
The others, who had tried to keep a safe distance, now exchanged glances and then collectively took a step back.
"You're not the only one," Yan Lin muttered, covering her nose.
