You Can't Go On Like This

In truth, even those rare donkeys who stood at the very pinnacle in luck, strength, and talent, and had successfully gotten their carrot, were still far from satisfied.

The higher they stood, the less satisfied they were with their position. To become a Unique God, which one of them had not been proud and ambitious along the way? The more they discovered their own insignificance, the more they raged themselves mad, desperately trying to climb even higher peaks.

Until a group of fearless fools had had their fill of roaming the God Realm and were nearly driven mad, so they recklessly went to the edge of the God Realm, attempting to uncover the mysteries of the Source Wall that sealed it off.

Then they were stuck to the wall, becoming immobile living corpses and falling into utter despair.

Someone like Donnie, meanwhile, was one of the lucky ones, someone with the chance to see the even greater, more despair-inducing mountain hidden behind the smaller one.

"The Flash was a genius. He exhausted every secret related to speed in this world..."

The Spectre spoke in an eerie tone, merely using Old Bartender's body to make a profound expression that made Donnie's teeth itch.

The feeling of hating someone yet being unable to kill him was truly awful.

Donnie looked coldly at the Spectre without commenting.

The Flash the Spectre mentioned was not some "trash" like the Flash of the main universe, who could not even keep Reverse-Flash under control.

He meant the monster who had created the Speed Force Wall.

That was a monster who had exhausted every form of speed in existence.

To that Flash, speed had become a laughable concept, a boring thing devoid of any meaning.

He discovered—or perhaps created—the Speed Force, allowing this wondrous energy system to