Chapter 1740 S Apocalypse Event (VIII)

Suddenly, Barry felt like the foam in the sink that was washed into the drain by the water in the wash basin, and was quickly pulled out of the present world by a force. Then he found himself floating in a universe made of golden light, and he heard a voice shouting in his ear.

"Run! Barry! Run!!!"

He unconsciously followed the voice and moved his feet. In this empty space, without physical restrictions, he ran faster and faster, and more and more freely, as if all the depression and grievances during this period of time were left behind.

Keep running, Barry reminded himself, if this is a dream, he must be faster than all troubles, so that when he wakes up, at least he will not be scared by the nightmare and sweat.

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

"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 appeared again, he said, "Don't slow down, keep speeding up, then you can see me."

Barry had no choice but to keep running, faster, faster, faster, faster...

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

As his speed increased, the shadow gradually condensed into substance. Finally, in the endless light, they stopped, but did not leave this world, but quietly floated in the warm light.

Standing opposite Barry was another him.

He was very young, looked like a college student, wearing a sweatshirt with cartoon patterns printed on it, the kind that Barry usually liked, with a little baby fat on his face, ruddy complexion, bright eyes, and looked very healthy.

"I am you in the future. We have met before." The college student Flash said, "I think you should remember that the last time we met was at Gotham Magic School."

"Yes, you asked me to choose Rodriguez College."

"It is to get you here." The other party said without hesitation, "I don't like to talk about fate, but almost every Barry Allen will gain super speed, and we will eventually become the Flash."

Barry understood everything. His future self was to let his current self gain super speed, and suggested that he join Rodriguez College so that he could meet Bruce and Harley, the two troublemakers, and then come here after a series of hardships.

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

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

"What?"

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

In the office of the dean of the Rodriguez School of Gotham Magic Academy, Schiller yawned a little sleepily after explaining his whole big plan, and Constantine stood up and 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 excitement is still to come."

"I agree." Pamela also stood up, nodded and said: "Next time, you must prepare more. I can be responsible for the snacks. Who will buy the wine?"

"I'll prepare the drinks." Bruce put the pillow on the sofa and said: "If it's a family gathering, then I have to invite you to Wayne Manor. I also want to invite a few friends over."

"God, you don't want to call Jack again?" Constantine spread his hands helplessly and said: "Then we got drunk and started playing cards, and he took my little king from his hand and refused to admit it...Okay, okay Well, if you must invite him, remember to invite Gordon, only the sheriff's handcuffs can deal with him. "

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

As the few people walked out, Bruce said, "He can't come. In order to build the facilities for the music festival, construction sites are rushing to work. He works three jobs a day until midnight and 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 still quite interested in themselves in another universe."

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

Schiller was reinstated at Gotham University. This was the condition for him to invite non-magic academy professors such as Anna and Victor to come to the magic academy to help. After he left, the freshman reception desk stopped receiving new students. Roy made countless calls to Anna's office because of complaints from out-of-town students. Anna was almost going crazy.

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

Turning his head, a shredder with a big sawtooth mouth was floating in the air. The man and the shredder stared at each other.

Then Greedy knew why Mediocrity was bitten by the shredder and howled in the abyss for three days. The shredder given to him by Pride's student was fucking alive and could bite 600 times in three seconds.

When Pride returned, he found himself standing on the top of the decorative line at the corner of the office wall, 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."

Pride stepped on the decorative line and looked down. When he saw the shredder staring at him with a big mouth, he immediately understood where Greedy's athletic ability came from.

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

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

Just when Schiller was busy correcting papers and panning for gold in shit, his office door was knocked.

In other words, Schiller now has an independent office, not because 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 Barry Allen, the young version.

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 window of the office, 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 only one of them."

"What do you mean?"

"The young 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 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 rich 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..."

"So why did you come here?"

Instantly, the dark force and the speed force disappeared, and the Flash turned back into the innocent college student, but the worry on his face did not diminish at all. He sighed deeply and said.

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