What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

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In the air.

The sand that had dripped into the laboratory began to drift.

"Bruce!"

Of course, the Flash inside the isolation chamber couldn't see the sand.

He stared in horror at the strange scars that appeared on his friend's body, the lines moving across Bruce's skin like living things, as he frantically pounded on the isolation pod and looked around.

The Flash knows.

He had to try to find a way to escape.

Bruce was far too audacious.

He needs to inform Superman about the situation as soon as possible!

"I knew I shouldn't have put it in the cage again!"

The Flash tried desperately to use resonance to penetrate the glass, but fortunately Bruce did not use the Speedster's defensive glass again, and he successfully passed through the glass and entered the laboratory.

"What should I do!?"

He first went to check on Bruce's condition.

Just as The Flash pulled out his phone.

"Oh, this looks bad, Flash. Danger is imminent. You might need my help." A voice that Flash knew very well suddenly rang in his mind.

That was the tone of voice that the mysterious boy in his bizarre dream, who treated him like a toy, always used!

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Chapter 146 The Tragedy of the Angels! Michael Descends!

Just as the boy's voice appeared, the laboratory lights began to flicker eerily, and the scars on Batman's body were spreading at a visible speed.

It certainly looks very dangerous.

"You can't just appear in my dreams?!"

The Flash looked down at his arm, where the scars were emitting an eerie blue light, which even the thick black bandages couldn't stop.

Even the entire scar seemed to wriggle at this moment, as if it were alive.

"Yes, I can always appear in your mind, but I'm afraid that would terrify you." The Dream Boy's voice echoed in the Flash's mind once again.

It is young but possesses an undeniable strength.

"..."

The Flash has indeed been living in constant fear lately, and he doesn't know whether he should thank the other person, since the other person seems kind but is actually a harmful "parasite".

"If you want to save him, or stop what is about to happen, you need to make a decision quickly: whether you are willing to accept my temporary arrival in your world to help you."

At this moment, the boy in the dream gave another reminder.

"You can help him? Really? What did Bruce do to himself?" The Flash was breathing heavily; he could feel the strange sensation spreading beneath his skin.

Because he was already being cautious enough, the Flash didn't respond immediately. He was worried that it was like a pact with the devil, and that giving a reply would open a door to this world for the other party.

"He made the craziest decision a madman could make." The Dream Boy didn't show any anger or urgency; he simply made his judgment with a sigh.

"Hearing that, for some reason, I'm not surprised at all." The Flash went over to check on Bruce and found that Bruce's body was trembling.

"The problem you and Bruce have is the same thing. I'm sorry, but I can't agree to something like that," the Flash said in a deep voice after a moment of hesitation.

The boy in the dream was silent for a moment.

“Every broken universe has two choices. The broken universe that’s eyeing Bruce Wayne has clearly made the bad choice, a different choice than ours.”

The boy's voice seemed to come from a distant time and space. He didn't know if he was trying to persuade the Flash, but the Flash remained unmoved.

As the world's fastest man, Barry Allen encounters an opponent who runs even faster than him every year, and almost every year he also encounters a bad guy disguised as a good guy.

Ten or twenty years of honing skills.

This really makes The Flash hesitant to easily trust inexplicable acts of kindness.

"There must be some price to pay for your help, right?" The Flash probed warily, his fingers unconsciously clenching as if considering Jordan's earlier suggestion.

He was very confused.

If the scars on his arm started spreading wildly, should he really just chop his arm off? Because Batman was in a coma, he couldn't find anyone to help him think about it.

"Of course there's a price to pay. The price is that you have to help me get home. I remember I already told you that before." The boy's voice carried a hint of helplessness.

"I don't think it's that simple."

The Flash begins searching the base, using his knowledge to try and find the backup plan left by Batman—he firmly believes that Batman would not take risks easily.

This man always makes the most thorough preparations before taking an adventure.

"That's not easy. Our hometown has drifted to who-knows-how-far away. But Flash and Batman, you two always manage to find a solution, don't you?"

The boy in the dream had a hint of anticipation in his voice.

"You seem to know us very well. How can I be sure you're not deceiving me and trying to trick me into doing something that's detrimental to our world?"

The Flash remained unmoved.

He tried to unlock the door of a warehouse, his fingers frantically searching through every possible combination of passwords. Fortunately, Batman hadn't set up a mechanism that would explode if he failed to unlock it five times.

“If I wanted to harm you, Barry Allen, you would have been completely corrupted long ago—believe me, I’m not lying, my power is beyond your imagination.”

The boy's voice suddenly took on a serious tone.

“Batman can’t die. I still need him to help me figure out how to get home—that’s my sincerity.” As he said this, the scar on the Flash’s arm suddenly faded away.

The skin has also returned to its normal color.

"what happened?"

The Flash was somewhat astonished. The problem that he and the Justice League had been trying to solve for so long seemed to have been taken back by the very outer universe that had been eroding him.

"The corruption you have suffered is only so that we can observe the outside world—that is our eye." The dream boy's voice sounded much more ethereal at this moment.

It was as if the message was being transmitted to the Flash's brain from a much farther location.

"So, you mean Bruce's current situation is due to invasions from many outer universes observing our world?" The Flash looked at Batman, whose face was covered in scars.

"My television no longer displays what your eyes see, but your understanding is not wrong." The dream boy's ethereal voice was slightly unclear.

It's like there's a problem with signal reception and transmission.

"This is really not a good thing."

The Flash exhausted all possible six-digit password combinations but still couldn't open Batman's warehouse. His attempt to use resonance to break into the warehouse also ended in failure.

"You need to make a decision quickly. I can't lend you my power; you're too weak." The Dream Boy spoke again, stating the fact that left the Flash speechless in the most ordinary tone.

“I could run faster, but ever since you corrupted me, my speed and physical abilities have been declining.” The Flash slammed his fist on the door.

His strength wasn't even enough to trigger the intrusion alarm.

"..."

This really made The Flash very uncomfortable.

"It's not because we're secretly absorbing your power, but because we should read less of those books written by Superman's youngest son." Dream Boy had clearly seen Ian's works through the Flash's eyes.

The novel "The Overbearing Superman Falls in Love with Me" has been updated to a new stage. The superman, whose soul is in a deep sleep, has become the makeup mirror grandpa of the reincarnated female lead. Every day, he secretly wipes off the reincarnated female lead's sunscreen and then uses her skin to absorb sunlight to restore his soul—occasionally, he also absorbs some of the female lead's superpowers.

Yes.

The female protagonist gained superpowers in her second life.

Urban novels all become like this in their later stages.

"Oh? If it weren't for you guys, would my speed have just vanished into thin air?" The Flash didn't believe Dream Boy's words at all; everyone in the Justice League loved reading Ian's novels.

Superman is an exception.

“No, they’ve always been there. In fact, you’re much, much stronger than before. You feel like you’re slowing down just because you’re running with me and my world on your back, and my world is attracting more cosmic matter to reinforce it.” The Dream Boy’s response clearly exceeded the Flash’s expectations.

His expression remained blank for a long time.

It wasn't until Batman let out a painful groan that the Flash snapped out of his daze at the unexpected answer.

"I need to find someone who can make decisions to assess the situation." The Flash's eyes flickered violently. He glanced at Batman, who looked like he might kick the bucket at any moment, then turned and ran towards the door.

Before he finished speaking, he had already transformed into a golden lightning bolt and rushed out of the underground base. The energy of the Speed ​​Force left a dazzling trail of light behind him, and in the blink of an eye, he was on the surface.

however.

Before the Flash could even rush towards Metropolis, an unexpected scene came into view.

on the ground.

In front of a dilapidated church.

Superman was already hovering in mid-air, his red cape fluttering in the wind. The Flash was extremely surprised, wondering if Clark had become so powerful that even Batman's base couldn't block his super hearing anymore.

"Clark?"

The Flash stopped in surprise.

Superman did not answer.

His expression was unusually serious, his gaze fixed on an abandoned church in the distance. Before the Flash could ask any further questions, Superman had already dashed towards the church like an arrow released from a bow.

"and many more!"

The Flash quickly followed.

The two stormed into the church one after the other, and the sight before them made The Flash gasp – Ian Kent was standing among a group of fallen angels.

Beside him was Madison, the plague woman who could emit super AIDS.

"remember!"

After seeing off the Dream God, Ian jumped back onto the stage, raised his arms, and shouted, "Every drop of sweat you shed on earth today is your ticket back to heaven tomorrow!"

The angels were so moved by what they heard that several of them were wiping away tears.

"see this!"