Why isn't he speaking?
Lin An stared blankly at the children surrounding him, who whispered among themselves in unease. His cracked lips parted instinctively.
He could tell that these strange children seemed very worried about his condition—or rather, that they were harboring a cautious hope that he might be able to do something.
He wasn't silent because he couldn't understand them. It was just that, after suddenly encountering such a situation, there were too many things he needed to consider.
Without the support of his Mental Strength, even thinking slightly faster made his head feel as if it were about to explode.
The System's functions had disappeared, and with them, his power.
Didn't that mean he couldn't even contact anyone now?
That included opening his Space Ring.
With difficulty, Lin An turned his head and instinctively looked down at himself.
All his equipment seemed to have vanished. His armor, mask, and suit, which had once looked ferocious and radiated overwhelming power, had now become ordinary everyday clothes.
Perhaps the road had been difficult when these children dragged him back.
His entire body was soaked, and his clothes were covered in mud and clotted blood.
The only thing that remained was the Doomsday Ring, now dull and lifeless, as if it had turned into a cheap trinket.
As expected, I can't open the ring anymore.
He gave a bitter laugh inwardly. Feeling the intense hunger in his stomach, Lin An experienced helplessness for the first time—or rather, for the first time in a long while. He had never imagined that one day he would feel hunger again.
Inside his ring was enough System "food" to feed more than ten thousand Awakened for a week.
"Restart. Escape System erased."
*"So the Savior System forcibly hid all my power, like faking my death