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"Thanks,."
Ian nodded in response.
"Hmm?" The female demon was taken aback when she heard the thanks. She had thought she would encounter an evil god who was familiar with Lucifer, but she did not expect the other party to be so polite.
"It seems you're not as arrogant as Lucifer always praised." The female demon looked at Ian thoughtfully, then suddenly changed the subject and licked her lips.
"A date?"
What a direct invitation!
Ian smiled.
"I'm afraid you have AIDS."
His refusal was also simple and unpretentious.
Sincere feelings.
"..."
The female demon, who indeed enjoyed casual sex, remained somewhat silent. Barry Allen shrank to the edge of the flowerbed, leaning against the wall. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but feel a genuine sense of the local customs and culture outside Midtown.
"unlucky!"
The female demon, struck by Ian's swift blade, turned away in displeasure, her figure disappearing into the night, seemingly vanishing from the streets of the metropolis in the blink of an eye.
"Why can that head you've collected talk?" Barry Allen asked, looking at the unconscious demon head in the trunk after the female demon left.
He had initially thought it was just a figurine.
“Uncle Barry, you clearly don’t have a super brain.” Ian’s assessment was quite fair, albeit slightly tactful. He walked up to the large sack and untied the rope binding it.
Savita lay motionless inside.
All over.
There was no longer any fluctuation of the Speed Force.
He must not be asleep.
Savita's armor was intact, but he was lifeless. Ian reached out and carefully removed the mask from Savita's helmet.
as predicted.
The person inside, clad in armor, was beyond dead. His entire body looked as if it had been scorched by lava, and his unseeing eyes resembled two charred lumps.
"This is impossible!"
Barry Allen leaned over and took a look.
He immediately began to tremble as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
He couldn't accept this fact.
The man who had once hunted him down and nearly destroyed the entire Central City, the terrifying being who called himself the "God of Speed," actually had a face exactly like his own!? Realizing what was happening, Barry Allen felt a chill run down his spine, and cold sweat poured down his back as if countless needles were crawling up his spine.
"Saveta, that's me?"
Barry Allen couldn't accept this fact.
He was struck by lightning.
My mind went completely blank.
“This is what a speedster looks like.” Ian already knew this information, so he wasn’t surprised. He began to frantically dismantle Savita’s armor.
The night wind howled.
Barry Allen remained standing there, shocked and terrified.
Meanwhile, Ian was picking up equipment.
After all, they are all futuristic technologies and can all be considered good things, especially the fist blade on the wrist. Ian had to use his little brain to find a way to disassemble it.
"It can cut iron like mud."
Ian tested the fist blade by casually slicing it across a stone brick wall. With a soft sound, the fist blade, made of a mysterious alloy, effortlessly cut through the brick.
It's as smooth as cutting butter.
"If it can cut through the stone bricks here, it might be able to cut through steel. And if it can cut through steel, then it must be able to cut through something else."
Ian tried again.
Berserker Experience +3
Berserker Experience +2
Berserker Experience +23
He proved once again that he truly is a genius.
"What are you doing?"
The Flash broke free from his fear of the future, not through willpower, but through external factors. He discovered that Ian was doing things he couldn't understand at all.
This led Barry Allen to suspect that Ian was being mind-controlled.
"I'm leveling up."
Ian also knew that his actions could easily frighten outsiders.
He had his thigh reattached.
With his self-healing ability activated, Ian quickly recovered completely. He could still jump hundreds of meters high, but the hunger in his stomach became more and more obvious.
"Goo~"
Barry Allen swallowed hard.
He watched this scene unfold.
His expression was absolutely priceless.
Ian saw this.
He immediately began to explain.
"If you suffer the pain you inflict on yourself, you'll suffer less from the beatings others inflict on you. You have no idea how miserable I am today. Just because I'm not hardworking, I almost got my guts beaten out."
“Luckily, I haven’t turned my appendix into a locker yet.” Ian made a look of lingering fear, but Barry Allen’s gaze toward him became even more suspicious.
What does it mean to "reform your own appendix"?
Is this a statement with no errors in its sentence structure?
The air was somewhat quiet.
“I understand now, Metropolis is too far from heaven…too close to Gotham.” After a long while, Barry Allen, who had long realized something was wrong, seemed to finally understand everything.
He limped up to Hellcat with Ian's help.
"Do you have a driver's license?"
Barry Allen looked suspicious.
"Yes, yes."
Ian pulled out a psychic card.
The above information about legitimacy caused Barry Allen to fall silent again.
He always felt that something was very wrong, but since he had accidentally become a cripple with a broken leg, he had no choice in certain matters.
……
The city's neon lights twinkled in the distance, like countless stars falling to earth. The Hellcat cruised smoothly through the night, and there were still many pedestrians on the streets and alleys of the metropolis.
This is a level of security that you can't see in Midtown or many other cities.
The sense of security that Superman brings.
"Your father doesn't know you got a fake document?"
Barry Allen, the Flash, slumped in the back seat, his right leg wound hastily bandaged with an emergency bandage, but what made him even more uneasy was the girl with flushed cheeks in the front seat.
He didn't know whether he should ask Ian how many people he had kidnapped.
"Did I really not get taken to a new parallel universe by Savitar?" Barry Allen wondered if he had entered the universe of Tyrant Superman, and the person driving in front of him, looking all serious, was none other than the second-generation rich kid of Metropolis.
Have you heard of me before?
Ian pretended to be steering the wheel.
"of course."
Barry Allen nodded.
"Then you're still in the main universe."
Ian's answer left Barry Allen puzzled. However, he was too preoccupied to think about Ian at the moment; Savita's face was still haunting him.
“Saveta’s face is just like mine, but I don’t get the sense that you’re not surprised at all?” Barry Allen found Ian strange, even stranger than Bruce Wayne, the strangest person he had ever met.
"Because I have an omniscient mind."
Ian thought the term sounded much cooler than "superbrain".
"..."
Barry Allen, however, found it difficult to comment on this.
He missed out on an experience after all.
“Savita is a remnant of your time, and doesn’t really have much to do with you personally.” Ian wasn’t one to beat around the bush, so he said what he could say.
Time remnants refer to fragments of the past or future, and characters appearing in the current timeline, due to distortions or alterations in the timeline within the story of The Flash.
The Speedster has too many bugs.
Ian's omniscient mind couldn't quite figure it out in a short time.
"You actually know about time remnants?"
Barry Allen was visibly startled.
"The Omniscient Brain".