老王Graduallyshookofftheconfusionandsatup,theheadwasalittledizzy,asiftherewasapebbleinthehead.Hesawthewhiteceilingbeforehim,thenthebedsheetstickingtohisbody.Suddenly,he noticed something different.

His hands, usually just average size, were now slightly larger, biceps visibly more defined. He flexed them, a bit of pain mixed with a strange sense of excitement running through him. This wasn't just a dream, right? His reflection in the mirror confirmed it. The old, middle-aged man looking back at him had been replaced by someone... beefier, stronger.

"Okay, okay," he muttered, standing up. The room swayed a bit, but he caught himself. "So, superpowers. How do I even use this?" He didn't remember any training, no special diet, no mysterious ritual. Just waking up and suddenly being... this.

His first test was the doorknob. With a grip that seemed to improve overnight, he twisted it. It gave way, the sound echoing strangely in the quiet house. "Not bad," he thought. But then he remembered something crucial.