Lin Feng stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar face before him.
"Dean, why are you here?" Lin Feng’s voice was surprisingly weak and powerless.
What was going on? The Dean was here too. Was he back on Blue Star, beyond the four walls?
Or… had he transmigrated back?
But that wasn't right. He had been sleeping in his own villa just last night.
And he didn't think he had the ability to transmigrate back.
Lin Feng fell into confusion.
"Wait here, I'll get a doctor!"
The Dean, looking anxious, hurried out.
What was happening?
Lin Feng withdrew his gaze, raised his hand, and found himself alarmingly thin, no exaggeration to say skin and bones.
He patted himself down. Indeed, he was skeletal, and several electrode pads were stuck to his skin.
The ends of the pads were connected to a machine that was making a ticking sound, the very sound Lin Feng had heard before.
"Where did all my muscle go?"
Even before becoming Superman, he hadn't been this pathetic.
Lin Feng was bewildered. He scanned his surroundings and realized he was in a hospital room.
He wanted to get out of bed and go to the window, but he couldn't. His body felt as if it had been severely malnourished for a long time and simply wouldn't obey him.
Numb, Lin Feng lay back down on the bed.
At the same time, he felt a surge of panic.
This weak body was clearly not what a Superman should possess.
This damn…
The Dean stared, dumbfounded, while the doctor instinctively took a step back.
"Perhaps we should find a neurologist…"
"A neurologist? Why a neurologist?" Lin Feng roared, slapping the bed.
Then, he lay back down rigidly, eyes wide open, and fainted again…
After a chaotic episode, Lin Feng woke up again as dusk settled.
He had also learned the reason for his coma from the Dean.
Apparently, two years ago, while watching a movie at home, he had accidentally suffered an electric shock and had been in a coma ever since.
No issues had been found in any examinations.
Fortunately, Lin Feng had some savings, so he had been able to sustain himself with a life-support system for the past two years.
Lin Feng had no family, and only the orphanage dean visited him regularly.
The more Lin Feng listened, the more numb he became, his expression unreadable, a mix of tears and laughter.
So, according to the Dean, his years of life in Marvel were just a dream?
Even melodrama couldn't describe this plot!
Why would such a cliché plot happen to him? What kind of novel was this?
Despite all his calculations, Lin Feng had never imagined that such a melodramatic event would occur in his life.
Lin Feng no longer heard what the Dean was saying.
Iron Man was fake, Susan was fake, everything was fake, just a dream he had during his two-year coma?
"So I'm not Superman, I'm just an ordinary person…"
Lin Feng raised his hand and looked at his still skinny, claw-like fingers, his face filled with bitterness.
"This crappy development, how am I supposed to accept it…"
It was too damn much. Lin Feng didn't know what curse to utter.
It was easy to go from luxury to frugality, but after experiencing the power of Superman, being turned back into an ordinary person was worse than killing him.
"No, that's not right…"
Lin Feng sat up.
This shouldn't be just a dream.
Everything from yesterday was still vivid in his memory. He remembered everything about Marvel with perfect clarity.
Almost every significant event he had experienced, every detail, Lin Feng recalled clearly.
If it were just a dream, how could it be so real?
Could someone be targeting him?
Lin Feng pondered for a long time and arrived at this conclusion.
The Boys? No, the Mountain of Madness was still observing him. If the Boys had a plan against him, he wouldn't be clueless.
So, who were his enemies now?
And who possessed such power to strip a multiverse-level Silver Age Superman of his abilities?
Lin Feng narrowed his targets down to two.
The Time Variance Authority, and Hela…
However, compared to Hela, Lin Feng felt that the Time Variance Authority was more likely to be behind this.
Lin Feng glanced at the Dean beside him and considered another possibility.
Could it be that he was currently experiencing a dream?
But everything was so real…
No, no, if it were a dream, then the Time Variance Authority was even more suspicious.
After all, the overweight aunt from the Time Variance Authority had produced something akin to a time restraint device…
But no matter who it was, it was likely a conspiracy targeting him.