bookmarkrole Chapter 843 A mere nobody should be a figure of uncertainty in the multiverse.
Chapter 843 A mere nobody should be a figure of uncertainty in the multiverse.
Chapter 843 A mere nobody should die for the future of the multiverse (Part 1)
Ultimate Star.
The world under Brainiac's control.
Before the crisis, Barry Allen, the Flash, was jogging slowly under the dome.
This is Gotham City before the crisis, shrouded in a dome, and our pre-crisis Flash has lost his superpowers—
Clearly, he was trying to regain his superpowers by running constantly, but it was all in vain.
"Huff huff huff... God's God. The fastest man in the world right now, the fastest man in the world right now, mine..." Barry Allen panted as he answered the pager that was ringing in his pocket.
Barry before Flashpoint came from before Crisis on Infinite Earths, therefore we all know:
He doesn't have a smartphone.
(Note: Smartphones had not yet been invented when the comics were being drawn.)
"Hi, I received a pager."
He said, "Dr. Allen?"
"Hi, the Fulton case regarding unlawful imprisonment has come to light, and I think you might need to know..."
The Flash got a job as a forensic pathologist at the Gotham City Police Department, doing what he used to do, which was easy.
"I'll be there at 10:00," he said.
So Barry started running to work, making the most of what he still had.
Gotham has always been a crime city, and the crime rate has surged since the Dome was closed.
But the dome has sealed off everyone's time, and now no one will die, so illegal imprisonment has become the most heinous crime.
This doesn't sound fun at all. People don't die, and they don't become disabled, so imagine how uncomfortable it would be to be unable to die.
A knife was plunged into his body, and when it was pulled out, the wound healed as if time had reversed—
But what about the pain?
Fortunately, the Gotham Police Department received all the help he could get.
At 10 a.m., The Flash had already changed into his white coat at the Gotham City Police Department's medical examiner's office.
There are no bodies now, the forensic doctor is unemployed, but the staffing quota remains, and the name of the office location hasn't been changed.
Barry took out photos of his parents from the cabinet.
I want to know how Central City is now, whether it still exists. And what about my parents?
He silently wondered if Gotham had been quietly moved? Was Central City also trapped under the dome? Or had everything disappeared, leaving only Gotham City as an exhibit in a museum?
He was getting ready to go to work, but his mind was still in turmoil.
in the afternoon.
The Flash, Barry, and Batman, Bruce Wayne, sit in a coffee shop before Flashpoint.
"That's it, we'd better do our best," he said. "We can't just leave things as they are, we can't pretend we can go back to how we were before. This is how we are now, this is how it is."
Yet we continue to waste every tiny opportunity and pleasant moment, comforting ourselves that we've only been temporarily left behind.
"Do you really think that way?"
"No, yes, sometimes."
Barry said.
The Batman Bruce Wayne standing before him was dressed in a suit and tie, his face somewhat gloomy.
The Flash knew that the other person was also under a lot of pressure.
"It sounds a bit defeatist, which is not like the Barry I know."
Batman, dressed in casual clothes, answered him like this.
"Sometimes I have to say it out loud, this isn't defeatism, Bruce, it's pragmatism, maybe."
Before the lightning flashed, the Flash said, "And I'm not the Barry you used to know anymore. This morning in the park, a girl who was almost 20 years old ran faster than me, and she wasn't even running fast on purpose."
The Flash asked, "Do you think the end of the world is coming soon? Can we find a way out?"
"Everyone is working hard for him, in different ways."
"It's just a matter of scale," the Flash said. "How many terrible places have we been through over the years? How many enormous threats have we faced and dealt with, even when all hope was lost?"
"More than we share with each other," Batman Bruce Wayne admitted.
"A year has passed, Bruce, and nothing has changed, nothing has progressed, not even a single clue. We've never been in a situation like this before, never."
"So this is very unusual. We may be facing the most serious crisis ever, but that doesn't mean we should give up."
The Flash and Batman stare at each other.
"I have to go back to work now. Thank you for talking to me. It was nice to see you."
"Me too, Barry."
The Flash, Barry, stood up, and then he heard Batman whisper, "Barry?"
"Um?"
"Perhaps this experience is a marathon, rather than a full-speed sprint."
The Flash didn't reply. He talked to Batman, which eased his anxiety a little, but it didn't help much. He hailed a taxi.
"The traffic is very congested today." But after sitting for a while, he quickly noticed something unusual.
For a city that has remained almost unchanged, change is the most unusual thing.
"Something's in the air, you know? Everyone's on edge." The Flash heard the driver say this, and he opened his mouth:
"Really? I think..."
No, this guy is right, the atmosphere on the street is strange today, I just noticed...
Thinking this, he called out to the driver, "Could you pull over for a moment? I need to make a paid call—"
"I've finished my business... My next destination is... Aisley Street? Okay."
Then he looked around at the cars that were almost completely blocked.
He gave the money to the taxi driver: "I'll just walk over. Keep the change."
"No problem, bro," the driver replied.
It's about eight blocks; if I walk quickly, I predict it will take about 10 minutes, and I will...
For a moment, Barry the Flash's thoughts went blank.
He raised his head.
"What the hell..." he muttered to himself.
What happened in the sky? He can't see the dome anymore.
What happened in the sky?
"The inhabitants of my world..."
Meanwhile, the Flash and everyone on the street heard a voice. The Flash heard the people around him looking at each other in confusion and asking each other loudly.
"What was that sound?"
"Maybe we've been rescued, maybe we're finally going to get out of here?"
A sense of dread washed over Barry. Unlike his friend Batman… he had initially accepted life inside the dome.
"Only one city survives...only the strong survive. Your era has ended, your world has vanished, but I have the power to give a city...a glimmer of hope for the future."
Barry looked up. In that instant, he felt a power return to his body.
He wasn't sure.
"Today your prisons will become arenas, and of the two cities you are in, only one will survive today."
"The defenders of the two cities will fight fiercely here, and only the strongest heroes will stand firm."
Barry heard the sound, growing louder and louder, penetrating everyone's ears:
"The only ones who have escaped today's judgment will be forgotten and embraced by darkness!"
"What does that mean?"
Paris heard the noisy chatter of the people around him and asked.
Someone was looking up at the sky above.
"That's not our sky!"
Barry heard someone say that.
Everyone was taken aback.
Barry overheard a father telling his child that everything would be alright.
But Barry didn't have time to think about that; he had to go back to Bruce. The dome had collapsed, and now we had a chance!
We have a chance...
Barry ran past the man who had asked the question and heard him say, "Does anyone know what that means?"
He ran past the fleeing crowd: "Yes, that's right, buddy, run and hide!"
"That's a good thing, right? We can go out now... can't we?"
He heard someone say that, and at the same time, golden speed force wrapped around him.
"My God, he's back." Barry looked at his hands and ran faster and faster.
"He's back!!!"
Golden lightning bolts whipped up a whirlwind that swept across the entire street.
I am Barry Allen, the Flash. The Speed Force returned to me, and just like that, I realized I had forgotten how wonderful it felt. I felt energetic again. And I am the fastest man alive in the world.
We need to gather intelligence as soon as possible.
We need to find a favorable observation point, and this is a good one.
The Flash climbed to the top of Wayne Tower and looked out over the city center.
"Oh my god, this isn't Earth, it's outside."
Barry soon saw the barren lands beyond the city and another city with towering buildings in the distance.
"Other places have other cities, but Gotham is too quiet, it's a little scary."
The Flash thought.
He was trying to find someone he could communicate with.
He shouted towards the blue sky:
"Hello, who are you? What battle are you referring to? If you want a guard, there's one right now—"
The Flash kept shouting, and then he heard a voice behind him reply, "Hello."
"Who?"
He turned his head and saw a figure standing behind the dripping beast.
"I think... I am your opponent. I think you should join the battle."
The Flash heard the figure say.
"I don't want to fight. Who are you?" the Flash asked, receiving a reply: "The Dome opened just now. I've lost my powers for a long time, and I haven't felt that overflowing power within me for a long time, but now it's back, and it's restored perfectly. And I think... well. I think I am..."
The Flash finally saw the figure emerging from behind the Dripping Beast; he was wearing a blue wizard's robe and holding a wooden wand.
He was a Black man with scleral show and no pupils, and a beard covering both sides of his lips and chin...
As he stood in the Gotham City sunlight, Barry heard him identify himself:
"I am Superman."
"You said you are...who?"
"A superman from a parallel universe."
That blue-robed mage who called himself Superman... let's call him Mage Superman for now.
It was only then that Barry Allen, the Flash, realized that the other person was holding a wand in one hand and carrying someone in the other.
He knew that person, Batman, Bruce Wayne.
"When I entered this city, it seemed I triggered some kind of mechanism, which attracted this person's attack. Let me think, no, let me guess..."
The sorcerer threw the unconscious Batman onto the ground.
"Is this the Batman from your urban legends?"
"Yes, how did you...?"
"When I came to your city, after I subdued him, I went to your city library first."
"That's what Master Chao said."
"oh oh."
Barry knew the other person must have quickly read through the city.
They looked at each other speechlessly for a moment, then the Flash spoke first:
"Wait, are we really going to fight?"
"It seems that this was a man-made battle, orchestrated by the unknown person who imprisoned our city," the mage replied.
"And the reward is that the winner's city survives?"
"Barry asked."
"That seems to be the basic rule. Isn't it strangely simple? The entity that imprisoned us is clearly a highly advanced being."
The sorcerer said, "He stole cities from different timelines and parallel super-dimensional universes. And that's how he trapped us like specimens inside containers in the dome."
It opens and closes these containers as easily as turning on a rabbit cage or bird cage.
To this day, we have not been able to do anything about escaping the container or freeing everyone.
He can strip all the superhumans imprisoned of their abilities, and even return them with a mere thought.
It is an entity with extremely advanced performance, displaying boundless capabilities, superior governance, and advanced technology; perhaps it could even be described as extremely terrifying magic.
Because it is unknown, even someone like me cannot perceive it, prove its existence, or verify its authenticity.
The Sorcerer's words were very rational and full of wisdom, which was quite different from the Superman that Barry knew.
The stronger, more rational, and wiser the opponent... then...
"But all he wants is for us to fight, isn't it?"
"That's what The Flash, Barry, said."
"Yes, does that make you uncomfortable? To intentionally force them into gladiatorial combat with such formidable abilities?"
"This joke has been overused in Star Trek," the Flash replied.
"That's right," Master Chao replied.
"When you say someone like me, it sounds like you could have easily walked away from it."
"That's right. My brain has now evolved into an accelerated phase; I'm becoming intelligent at breakneck speed."
"You're quite modest too."
"This is not self-praise, but simply stating a fact. I want to speak with you directly so that you understand what I am saying."
The Superman said:
"Nice to meet you. I am Superman, a powerful nobody from Earth 9. Our worlds are adjacent and coexist in the trans-time stream."
"We are forced to fight, but I am trying to stop it all."
(End of this chapter)