Lin Feng stared at the face before him, familiar yet strangely foreign, and froze.
"Director, what are you doing here?" The moment Lin Feng spoke, he froze again. His voice was shockingly weak.
What's going on...? The director's here too. Am I back on Blue Star, outside those four walls underground?
Or... did I come back in my own body?
But that doesn't make sense. I was sleeping in my mansion last night!
Besides, I don't think I have the ability to come back in my own body.
Lin Feng sank into confusion.
"Wait here. I'll get the doctor!"
With that, the director hurried out, his face full of worry.
What's going on?
Lin Feng looked away and raised a hand. He was shockingly thin—skin and bones.
He felt along his body. Sure enough, he was all bones, with several electrode pads stuck to his skin.
The pads were connected to a machine that beeped steadily. It was the sound he had heard earlier.
"Where did all my muscle go?"
Even before I became Superman, I was never this scrawny...
Lin Feng couldn't understand it. He looked around and realized he was in a hospital room.
He tried to get out of bed and look through the window, but he couldn't. His body felt as though it had been starved for ages and refused to obey him.
Numb, Lin Feng lay back down.
Then panic began to set in.
This frail body was clearly not one Superman should have.
What the hell is going on?!
You've got to be kidding me. Where's my Silver Superman strength? I can't remember the last time I felt this weak...
Right. Silver Superman.
"System? System, are you there?!" Lin Feng's eyes lit up as he called out in his mind.
All he got was