"Ahem... where... wasn't I at the Gotham Theater?"
Rubbing his swollen-feeling head, Zuo Ci groggily stood up, only to find himself amid collapsed ruins. Everywhere he looked, there were crumbling walls and gray clouds of dust.
The sight left Zuo Ci even more confused. He distinctly remembered entering the pitch-black Gotham Theater. How had the scenery changed to this in the blink of an eye?
Had they switched from a horror movie theme to a war theme?
No way. How could they change it that fast...?
BOOM!!!
While Zuo Ci stood there in a daze, an explosion erupted beside him without warning, blasting him away along with the cover around him.
"Cough, cough... wait... what the hell is going on now...?"
With a thud, Zuo Ci landed inside a trench. Luckily, it absorbed much of the impact, sparing him any serious injuries.
"Cough, cough... wait, where's my strength? Did the Glove's effect wear off that fast?"
Coughing as he climbed up from the bottom of the trench, Zuo Ci ignored his numerous little cuts and the dust covering him and hurriedly checked his body.
He discovered that not only had the Viltrumite strength he had gained through the Power Exchange Glove completely disappeared, but even the strength he had originally obtained from the system was gone.
He was no different from when he had first transmigrated here. Overnight, he had gone straight back to square one.
Once he confirmed that, Zuo Ci became even more bewildered.
Why had this happened? Was someone targeting him? Or was he...
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
While he pondered that, another relentless series of explosions erupted.
Although he had temporarily lost his strength, the reflexes Zuo Ci had developed during this time remained. He dropped back into the trench almost instantly, doing his best to avoid