The air in the hospital room became heavy, pressing down on everything as if the atmosphere itself was bowing to a king. The medical monitors flickered and glitched, unable to handle the sudden surge of distorted logic.
Luu Fueg let out a soft breath. With a simple thought, the gravity snapped back to normal. The floating medical tools clattered to the floor.
"Weak..." he murmured, looking at his trembling hands. "This body is like a fragile glass cup. If I release even 1% of my true soul's pressure, it will shatter into dust."
He needed to adapt. In this world where 'Oen' energy was being used by machines and flying cars, he was an anomaly—a god trapped in a broken vessel.
Suddenly, the door slid open. A young nurse walked in, holding a digital tablet. She froze, her eyes widening as she saw the mess on the floor and Luu Fueg sitting upright, his silver eyes glowing with an unearthly light.
"Patient 404... you're awake?" she stammered, checking her tablet. "That's impossible. Your Mana Heart was completely destroyed. You were supposed to be in a coma forever."
Luu Fueg tilted his head, a cold, predatory smile playing on his lips. "Impossible is just a word for those who don't understand the Void."
Before the nurse could react, a loud explosion rocked the hospital. The building shivered. Red emergency lights began to pulse, and a robotic voice echoed through the halls:
[Alert: Villain Attack in Progress. High-energy Oen signatures detected on the 4th floor. All non-combatants, evacuate immediately.]
Luu Fueg stood up, his hospital gown fluttering. He didn't feel fear. Instead, he felt a spark of interest. "A villain? Let's see how the 'strong' of this era fight."