Chapter 1741 S: The Great Event of Apocalypse (VIII)

Suddenly, Barry felt like foam that was washed away by the water in the wash basin and into the sewer pipe. He was quickly pulled out of the current world by a force, and then he found that he was floating in a universe made of golden light. He heard a voice shout in his ear.

"Run! Barry! Run!!!"

He unconsciously followed the sound. In this empty space, there were no physical restrictions. He ran faster and faster, and the more he ran, the more hearty he felt. It was as if all the depression and grievances he had felt during this period were absorbed by him. Left behind.

Keep running, Barry reminded himself, if this is a dream, he must run faster than all the troubles, so that when he wakes up, at least he won't be broken into a cold sweat by the nightmare.

"Do you think this is a dream?" said a voice.

"Who are you? Where am I now?" Barry instinctively slowed down, as if he wanted to wait for the figure to appear.

When the voice came again, he said, "Don't slow down, keep increasing your speed, and then you can see me."

Barry had no choice but to continue running with his head down, faster, faster, faster, faster, faster...

The golden light became more and more intense, until it turned from a thin light gold to a rich golden yellow. Barry turned his head and saw a shadow running alongside him.

As his speed became faster and faster, the shadows gradually condensed into reality. Finally, in the endless light, they stopped, but they did not leave this world, but floated quietly in the warm light. among.

Standing across from Barry is another version of himself.

He is very young and looks like a college student. He is wearing a sweatshirt with cartoon patterns printed on it, which is the kind that Barry usually likes. He still has a little baby fat on his face. His face is rosy and his eyes are bright. He looks very healthy.

"I am you in the future. We have met before." College student Flash said: "I think you should still remember that the last time we met was at Gotham School of Magic."

"Yes, you made me choose Rodriguez College."

"It's just to bring you here." The other party said without hesitation: "I don't want to talk about fate or anything like that, but almost every Barry Allen will get the Speed ​​Force, and we will eventually become The Flash."

Barry understood everything. In order for his current self to obtain the Speed ​​Force, Barry suggested that he join Rodriguez College so that he could meet the two troublemakers, Bruce and Harley. After going through a series of hardships, Come here.

"I don't understand." Barry frowned and said, "How can this be? I mean, how can I go back to the past and arrange my memories when I have all the memories in the future? This is ridiculous."

"No, this is not ridiculous at all." The young Flash shook his head and said, "It's just that you still have a choice to make now."

"What?"

Barry looked into the young Flash's eyes, and he saw a complex emotion there. He opened his mouth to ask, but the young Flash's mind had already drifted back to a few days ago.

In the office of Dean Rodriguez of Gotham Academy of Magic, Schiller yawned sleepily after explaining his entire big plan, and Constantine also stood up, stretched and said, "No matter how good the movie is, We can’t watch it endlessly. I think we should go back and rest for a while. The exciting things are yet to come.”

"I agree." Pamela also stood up, nodded and said, "Next time, you have to be more prepared. I can be responsible for the snacks. Who is going to buy the wine?"

"I'm preparing drinks." Bruce put the pillows on the sofa and said, "If it's a family party-style movie viewing, then I have to invite you to Wayne Manor. I also want to invite a few friends over."

"God, didn't you want to call me Jack again?" Constantine spread his hands helplessly and said: "Then we got very drunk and started playing cards, and he took my little king away from his hand and refused to admit it... Okay Well, if you insist on calling him, be sure to call Gordon, only the Sheriff's handcuffs can cure him."

"I don't care." Zatanna shrugged and said, "I'm quite interested in your crocodile friend."

As they walked out, Bruce said: "He can't come. In order to build the facilities for the music festival, construction sites are busy with work. He works three jobs a day and is busy until midnight. He has no time to watch movies."

"Hal and Oliver probably don't have time either. They are busy harvesting spring wheat in Mexico, but Diana and Clark may come. They are quite interested in themselves in another universe."

The few of them chatted for a few more words, and then parted at the door of the dean's office. During this period, they had been immersed in the construction of the Gotham Academy of Magic. They had not done many things in the surface world, so after the meeting, they basically returned to the surface. The world handles miscellaneous real-world matters.

Schiller was reinstated at Gotham University. This was a condition for him to invite non-magic college professors such as Anna and Victor to come to the magic college to help. After he left, the freshman reception desk stopped accepting new students at all. Roy was a foreign student. I made countless calls to Anna’s office to complain, and Anna almost went crazy.

Greedy was the one who originally returned to the office. He thought it would be interesting to work here for Pride for a few days. Then as soon as his butt stuck to the stool, he heard a "kakaka" sound coming from his ear. .

Turning around, a paper shredder with a large jagged mouth floated in the air, one person staring at the other with big eyes.

Then Greedy knew why Mediocrity was bitten by the shredder and howled in the abyss for three days. The shredder that Prideful’s student gave him was fucking alive and could bite 600 times in three seconds.

When Prideful came back, he found himself standing on the decorative line at the top of the wall in the corner of the office, about three meters above the ground. Gray Mist immediately said, "I didn't bring him up here. I didn't know you had such athletic ability."

Prideful stepped on the decorative line and looked down. Seeing the shredder looking at him with its mouth wide open, he immediately understood where Greedy's athletic ability came from.

Turning into a ball of gray mist and floating back to his seat, Prideful casually pinched a ball of paper and threw it to the shredder. After a slight shredding sound, the ball of paper disappeared. The shredder quietly floated back to its original position and lay down. It smacked its lips and there was no more movement.

Schiller saw the pile of papers on the table, shook his head and said, "If nothing unexpected happens, it may be full of academic garbage in the next week."

Just when Schiller was busy correcting papers and looking for gold in the shit, there was a knock on his office door.

In addition, Schiller now has an independent office, not to say that his academic status has been improved, but mainly because other professors do not have such good athletic cells as him.

Schiller raised his head, turned his head to look at the door and said, "Come in."

The one who came in was the young version of Barry Allen.

Schiller raised his eyelids slightly, revealing a hint of interest. But no matter what it was, it was more interesting than academic garbage when reviewing papers. Schiller put down his pen and looked at the young Flash who came in, and said, "Long time no see, have you made any achievements recently?"

"Uh, interstellar psychology... Wait, I'm not here for an academic report, I have something to consult, professor."

"Is it related to psychological theory or your own mental state?"

The Flash was stunned for a moment, and asked instinctively, "What's the difference?"

Schiller stood up and led the Flash to the single sofa by the office window, letting the Flash sit on one side and sitting on the other side. He put one leg on the other leg and said.

"First of all, I am a psychologist and a professor of psychology, not a practicing psychologist. Although I have a license, it was a long time ago that I last had a psychological consultation. I am not sure if my professional level has become rusty."

"You should understand the gap between theoretical psychology and applied psychology. If you really need psychological treatment urgently, I can let my other practicing psychologist personality come out to treat you."

The Flash opened his mouth, and Schiller said in advance: "Don't think it's troublesome. The experience accumulated over many years of practice is very important. It cannot be replaced by theoretical level, and he is also happy to do so."

"No, I mean can I listen to your opinion first and then ask him?"

Originally, Barry's slightly offensive proposal should have made Schiller frown, but when Schiller saw the Flash's face, he thought of the paper he brought to him when he crossed over last time. The level of this paper can compete with the graduation thesis submitted by Evans, and it can even be called the top three papers Schiller has received since he came to Gotham to coach.

Schiller had great patience for such students that ordinary people could hardly imagine. He did not think that this request was excessive at all. He nodded and said, "Tell me your specific question first."

"I am Barry Allen, but I am just one of them."

"What do you mean?"

"The little Barry in the current timeline will awaken the speed force in about three days due to an event in another universe. He faces a choice and I am the Barry Allen in the timeline of one of the choices."

"What choice?" Schiller asked again.

The Flash pursed his lips, as if he was entangled and nervous, and then he suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Schiller. The next second, Schiller saw an endless black tide in his eyes.

Schiller raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

"He can choose to take the dark origin power buried deep under Gotham. This power will merge with his speed force, making him the unique black lightning in all universes...that is, me."

After the voice fell, the golden light of lightning began to flash around the body of the Flash, but in a second, the thunder from the depths of the universe finally returned to the universe, becoming dark and mysterious.

The Flash's originally soft hair fluttered without wind, and the thick darkness filled his eyes. His voice seemed to come from deep space.

"This is an extremely powerful force, the most original darkness plus the most original speed. When I run, the dark multiverse is like dust passing by my eyes..."

"Then why did you come here?"

In an instant, the dark power and the speed force disappeared, and the Flash turned back to the simple college student, but the worry on his face did not decrease at all. He sighed deeply and said.

"Because this is unstable, I will lose control."