Chapter 1705: S: The Apocalypse Event (Part 8)

Suddenly, Barry felt as if he were a bubble being flushed into the sewer by the water in the washbasin, being rapidly pulled out of the current world by a force, and 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 steps. In this void space, there was no physical limitation. He ran faster and faster, more and more heartily, as if all the stuffiness and grievances during this period had been thrown behind him.

Keep running, Barry reminded himself like this. If this is a dream, he must be faster than all troubles, so that when he wakes up, at least he won't be startled out of a cold sweat by a nightmare.

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

"Who are you? Where am I now?" Barry slowed down instinctively, as if waiting for that figure to appear.

When the voice appeared again, he said: "Don't slow down, continue to increase your speed, and then you can see me."

Barry had to continue to bury his head and run wildly, fast fast fast, faster faster faster...

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

As his speed became faster and faster, the phantom was also gradually condensing into substance. Finally, in the endless light, they stopped, but didn't leave this world, but floated quietly in the warm light.

Standing opposite Barry was another version of himself.

He was very young, looking like a college student, wearing a hoodie with a cartoon pattern on it, which was the kind Barry would usually like. His face still had some baby fat that hadn't faded, his face was ruddy, his eyes were bright, and he looked very healthy.

"I am the future you, we met before," the college student Flash said: "I think you should still remember that we met last time at the Cat Getan Magic School."

"Yes, it was you who let me choose the Rodriguez Academy."

"It was just to let you come here," the other party said without taboo: "I don't like to talk about things like destiny, but almost every Barry Allen will acquire the Speed Force, and we will eventually become the Flash."

Barry understood everything. The future self was just to let the current self acquire the Speed Force, and suggested that he join the Rodriguez Academy, so that he would meet the two troublemakers, little Bruce and Harley, and then come here after experiencing a whole series of hardships.

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

"No, this is not absurd 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 young Flash's eyes. He saw a complex emotion from there. He opened his mouth to ask, but the young Flash's thoughts had already drifted back to a few days ago.

In the office of the Dean of the Rodriguez Academy of the Cat Getan Magic School, Schiller, who had finished explaining his entire grand plan, yawned sleepily, and Constantine also stood up and stretched, saying: "No matter how good the movie is, it can't be watched endlessly. I think we should go back and rest for a while. The exciting part is still to come."

"I agree," Pamela also stood up, nodded and said: "Next time we must prepare enough. 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-style movie viewing, then I have to invite you to Wayne Manor. I also want to call a few friends over."

"My God, you don't want to call Jack again, do you?" Constantine spread his hands helplessly and said: "Then we get drunk and start playing cards, and he touches my small king from his hand and refuses to admit it... Okay, okay, if you have to invite him, remember to call Gordon. Only the sheriff's handcuffs can cure him."

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

Several people chatted for a few more words, and then parted at the door of the Dean's office. They had been immersed in the construction of the Cat Getan Magic School during this period, and many things in the surface world hadn't been handled, so after the meeting, they basically returned to the surface world to deal with the miscellaneous items in the real world.

Schiller resumed his position at Cat Getan University. This was the condition for him to invite Anna, Victor, and other non-magic academy professors to help at the Magic Academy. After he left, the freshman reception office completely stopped receiving freshmen. Roy didn't know how many complaint calls he made to Anna's office because of the complaints from out-of-town students, and Anna was almost driven crazy.

Originally, it was Greed who returned to the office. He thought that it would be interesting to work for Arrogance here for a few days, and then his butt just stuck to the stool when he heard a "click click click" sound in his ear.

Turning his head, a paper shredder with a jagged big mouth floated in the air, one person and one machine staring at each other.

Then Greed knew why Mediocrity was bitten by the paper shredder and went to the abyss to howl for three days. The paper shredder that Arrogance's student gave him was fucking alive and could bite six hundred times in three seconds.

When Arrogance returned, he found himself standing on the decorative line on the top of the office wall, about three meters from the ground. The Gray Mist immediately said: "I didn't bring him up, I didn't even know you had such athletic cells."

Arrogance stepped on the decorative line and looked down, seeing the paper shredder that was opening a big mouth and looking at him, and immediately understood where Greed's athletic cells came from.

Turning into a cloud of gray mist and floating back to his seat, Arrogance threw a paper ball to the paper shredder. After a slight crushing sound, the paper ball disappeared, and the paper shredder floated back to its original place and lay down, smacked its mouth, and never made a sound again.

Schiller saw the papers piled high on the table and shook his head gently, saying: "If there are no accidents, it might be choked to vomit by academic garbage for the next week."

Just as Schiller was burying his head in grading papers, busy panning for gold in the shit, the door of his office was knocked.

By the way, Schiller now has an independent office. It's not that his academic status has improved again, mainly because other professors don't have his good athletic cells.

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

The person who came in was Barry Allen, the young version.

Schiller raised his eyelids gently, revealing a hint of interest, but anyway, no matter what it was, it was more interesting than academic garbage when grading papers. Schiller put down his pen and looked at the young Flash who walked in, and said: "Long time no see, any results 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 is it related to your own psychological state?"

Flash was stunned for a moment, and asked instinctively: "Is there any difference?"

Schiller stood up, led Flash to the single sofa by the office window, let Flash sit on one side, while he sat on the other, crossed one leg over the other and said.

"First declare, I am a psychologist and a psychology professor, not a practicing psychologist. Although I have a license, it has been a long time since I last conducted psychological counseling. I am not sure if my practice level is rusty."

"You should understand the gap between theoretical psychology and applied psychology. If you indeed have a very urgent need for psychological treatment, I can let my other personality, a practicing psychologist, come out to treat you."

Flash opened his mouth, and Schiller spoke in advance: "Don't feel troublesome. The experience accumulated over years of practice is very important and cannot be replaced by theoretical level. And he is also very willing to do so."

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

Originally, such a proposal from Barry, which was even slightly offensive, should have made Schiller frown, but as soon as Schiller saw Flash's face, he thought of the paper he brought when he traveled over last time. The level of this paper could compete with the graduation thesis handed in by Evans, and could even be called one of the top three papers received by Schiller since he came to Cat Getan to teach.

Schiller held such huge patience for such a student, didn't feel that this request was excessive at all, and nodded: "Tell me your specific problem first."

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

"What do you mean?"

"The little Barry on the current timeline will awaken the Speed Force in a certain event in another universe in about three days. He is facing a choice, and I am Barry Allen on the timeline of one of the choice results."

"What choice?" Schiller asked again.

Flash pursed his lips, as if struggling and as if nervous, and then he suddenly raised his eyes to meet Schiller's. In the next second, Schiller saw endless black tides in his eyes.

Schiller raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

"He can choose to take away the dark source power buried deep under Cat Getan. This power will merge with his Speed Force, making him the unique Black Flash among all universes... that is me."

As the words fell, golden-yellow luster began to flicker around Flash's body, but within a second, the thunder from the depths of the universe returned to the universe, becoming pitch black and mysterious.

Flash's originally soft hair danced without wind, thick darkness filled his eyes, and his voice sounded like it came from deep space.

"This is an extremely powerful force, the most primordial darkness plus the most primordial speed. When I run, the Dark Multiverse is like dust passing before my eyes..."

"Then why did you come here?"

Instantly, the dark power and the Speed Force disappeared, and Flash turned back into that simple college student, but the worry on his face didn't decrease at all. He sighed deeply and said.

"Because it's unstable, I will lose control." ===== CHAPTER 1706 =====

In an instant, both the dark power and the Speed Force vanished. The Flash turned back into that simple college student, but the worry on his face had not diminished in the slightest; he let out a deep sigh and said.

"Because it's unstable, I'll lose control."