Chapter 354: Allen Coaches the Flash on His Powers
As Ellie stepped into the room, a pungent, burnt smell hit her nose. Pinching her nose in disgust, she demanded, "Allen, do you even realize you're practically murdering someone in here?"
"Who did I kill?"
Allen looked completely innocent, his face the picture of pure cluelessness.
"Tying someone up and letting them get struck by lightning? That's attempted murder."
Ellie's face darkened, her tone turning stern. "I'm placing you under arrest and locking you up in a maximum-security prison."
"Oh please, if you're trying to get your hands on my pure and flawless body, just say it. No need for all these sanctimonious excuses."
Allen crossed his arms, puffed up with exaggerated pride. "Sorry, I don't like older women. You're not even as perfect as a single fingernail of Righty."
"Righty?"
Ellie laughed in exasperation, genuinely curious now—what kind of woman could be into this lunatic?
The answer came quickly—and horrifyingly.
Allen raised his right hand and proudly declared, "Righty and I are inseparable. She's gentle, obedient, her back is smooth and fair, her nails have this pinkish glow, and she wears lace gloves to please me. Jealous yet?"
"…"
He wasn't just insane. He was also pathetically single.
What a tragedy.
"Let me guess, your left hand is Lefty?" Ellie asked with a look of pity.
Immediately, Allen's expression turned guarded. He leaned back slightly and said suspiciously, "How do you know about my ex? Have you been spying on me?!"
You lunatic.
Who the hell would spy on you?
Cough cough…
Barry's sudden coughing broke through the nonsense.
Everyone's attention shifted to the victim—now charred like a piece of overcooked meat.
A layer of blackened, cracked keratin coated his skin, resembling a giant human cocoon. The scene was downright creepy, as if some demon were about to emerge.
Crack! Crack!
The brittle outer shell split open, revealing a blurred form within.
That's right—the figure was indistinct, vibrating so rapidly that his outline couldn't be seen clearly. Fleeting golden sparks flashed and vanished.
"This…"
The trembling form, blurry and after-imaged, was clearly something no ordinary person could manage.
"Barry is adapting to the Speed Force," Allen explained.
"Speed Force?"
Ellie looked confused and turned to him for clarification.
Allen folded his arms, affecting an air of profound mystery. "It's a secret technique of my sect. Channel lightning into the body, unlock human potential, and awaken the power to draw electricity from the void—hey, why are you filming?"
"I'm recording this."
Ellie raised her phone and started filming. If this was legit, it could be a breakthrough in superpower research—maybe even allow for mass production of powered individuals.
"Whoa, hey! Don't get any ideas! This really can kill people." Allen immediately dropped the act and warned her seriously.
In the multiverse, Barry was the Flash—the rightful wielder of the Speed Force. That's the only reason Allen dared go through with this experiment.
Try this on anyone else? They'd end up as nothing more than crispy charcoal.
"If he can handle it, why not others?"
Ellie frowned slightly, clearly skeptical.
"Barry has a special physiology. It can't be replicated."
Seeing her disbelief, Allen sighed and confessed, "Also because the DC editors designated him as the universe's reboot trigger."
"…"
Ellie continued to stare at him, unconvinced.
Allen pressed his lips into a tight line and said no more.
Fine. A few deaths might teach them not to mess around.
As long as he wasn't the one getting electrocuted, Allen couldn't care less who played guinea pig.
"What... happened to me?"
Barry had finally stilled. Golden lightning flickered in his eyes as he stared in awe at his fully restored body.
The Speed Force accelerated cellular metabolism, allowing its users to rapidly heal injuries.
However, Barry couldn't fully wield its power just yet.
"Little Barry, I'll start by teaching you a move: phasing through solid objects."
Allen narrowed his eyes with a devious smirk. "All you have to do is vibrate at ultra-high frequency. At the molecular level, you'll pass right through matter. This technique was co-developed by me and Righty."
"I'll give it a try."
Barry began vibrating his right hand. In full view of everyone, his arm quickly entered a ghostly afterimage state.
"Faster! Push it faster! Imagine yourself in the final boss battle, charging up a Getsuga Tenshō!" Allen encouraged him.
"…"
Not the most professional analogy—but surprisingly effective.
The afterimage intensified until his arm lost all clear form.
"I did it!"
Barry looked in disbelief at his hand as it passed through his belt, elated. "Master, this is the Speed Force, right?"
"Don't get ahead of yourself."
Allen replied coolly, "A true Flash can break the time barrier, travel to the past, and rewrite history."
Barry's eyes lit up. "Can I travel to the future?"
He was thinking about seeing how his life turned out—or maybe just getting lottery numbers to live in luxury forever.
Who needs a nine-to-five job when you've got superpowers?
"Absolutely not."
Allen shot down the idea without hesitation.
Traveling to the future doesn't exist.
Precognition is possible—mutants with ten-life reincarnations, mediums sensing short-term fluctuations—but actually altering the future? Impossible.
Even Allen's cheat ability only allowed him to go backward, never forward.
"Master, I want the Speed Force too," Bruce said with big, pleading eyes.
"Get lost."
Allen snapped. "Stick to being Batman. I let your last betrayal slide, but if you do it again, I'll make sure you never take that suit off again—ever."
Bruce shuddered.
Wearing the suit forever? That meant no showers, no bathroom breaks, and no... intimate time. He didn't want to die of his own stench.
"Allen, are there any other special aspects of the Speed Force?" Ellie asked curiously.
She had studied superpowers for years and had never seen anything as absurd as the Speed Force—rewriting time itself?
Naturally, she remained skeptical.
Still, super-speed alone was worth deep research.
"Great question."
Allen would never pass up a chance to show off. He began demonstrating practical applications of the Speed Force.
"Technique one: long-range lightning shuriken."
While explaining, he had Barry try it out.
"Rub your hands together at high frequency, gather golden electricity into a sphere, and throw it toward the target."
Barry's hands became blurs as he rubbed the air. Sparks of golden electricity built up at the center, compressing into a ball. He thrust it forward—
Boom!
A golden bolt exploded against the wall, leaving a scorched mark.
"Master, I did it!"
Barry looked ecstatic, seeking Allen's approval. It had worked on the first try.
"Don't get cocky. This move's basic. Anyone with hands could do it."
Allen tossed him a pair of nunchaku. "Try these. Use them to conduct electricity. Not only does it look cool, but it's practical for close combat too."
Barry looked at the weapons and hesitated. "What if the enemy's immune to lightning?"
"Simple," Allen said. "Enter Speed Force mode—and hit them with the nunchaku."
"…"