"Gah!" Muscle Lantern woke up with a start, feeling groggy as he looked around, disoriented for a minute before regaining his senses as he looked around, "Where's…that guy?"
"Sir, you're finally up." The staff approached him, sporting a wry smile, "We tried waking you up for the past two hours, but you didn't budge an inch. We were worried and called an ambulance, but even they were unable to lift you."
"Unable to lift me?" Muscle Lantern frowned, only then realising that his ability had been activated in full swing, causing him to weigh a couple of tonnes now. But surprisingly, there was no difference in his physique, unlike before when his body bulged according to the mass gain.
Moreover, he was clear-headed, sensing millions of thoughts clash in his mind, almost making him drunk from power as a result, for his mind currently operated at speeds from his prime, when he had yet to unleash his trump card.
