A splitting headache.
Lin An opened his eyes with some difficulty, his vision instinctively a blur.
He couldn't make out his surroundings. The dim light overhead looked like patches of light, forming one circle after another in his field of vision.
The air was damp, like moldy cardboard boxes in a warehouse. Waves of chilly air drilled straight into his nostrils.
"Have I entered the mission?"
His voice was hoarse.
The moment he woke, Lin An instinctively rose to his feet at top speed, subconsciously preparing to guard against his surroundings.
However, just as he stood up, an unprecedented weakness surged through his limbs, and he nearly stumbled and fell.
"Bang!"
He hurriedly grabbed what seemed to be a cabinet beside him. A sudden shock ran through Lin An as he realized that something seemed very wrong.
His body was incredibly powerful. His muscle control and neural responses were hundreds or even thousands of times beyond those of ordinary people. With his physical capabilities, how could he be unable even to stand steadily?
This isn't the weakness caused by long-distance teleportation!
Lin An abruptly lowered his head to look at himself, then instinctively threw a punch with his right hand.
All he heard was an extremely feeble whoosh.
A few seconds later, as his vision gradually cleared, Lin An discovered in disbelief that his strength had vanished.
It was as if he had returned to the time before the apocalypse. Not only was his body incomparably weak, even his powerful five senses, which he had long since grown accustomed to, had all disappeared. His Mind Space was completely empty. No, more accurately, even his Mental Strength was gone!
The room was cramped. In Lin An's eyes, he had clearly been teleported into a dusty bedroom, wearing nothing but a simple