Research of a New God: Target, the Speed Force!

Metropolis, early morning.

Sunlight pierced the clouds, gilding the city that had just risen from the ruins in warm gold.

In the top-floor office of the Chaos Direction building, Link floated half a meter above the floor, bare-chested. His eyes were closed, like a monk in the deepest meditation. Every pore in his body opened, greedily absorbing the solar radiation pouring through the windows.

It was an experience unlike anything he had known.

He no longer needed food for energy. Sunlight was the perfect nourishment.

His hearing could pick out a bee's wings beating several kilometers away. His eyes could make out every detail of the craters on the moon.

To his senses, the entire world had become a scroll woven from countless streams of data, one he could read at will.

He could do anything.

And because of that, he felt more... bored than ever.

When one punch could shatter a mountain and one breath could blow out a forest fire, every challenge the mortal world offered lost its color.

It was like a top player who had beaten every game, only to discover there was nothing new left to hold his interest.

"Puddin', you're spacing out again."

Harley Quinn padded across the soft carpet barefoot, wearing Link's white shirt and carrying a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.

"You've been like this a lot lately. Like a cat that's eaten every canary and doesn't know what to chase next."

Link slowly opened his eyes, descended, and landed steadily on the floor.

He took the juice but did not drink it. Instead, he studied the orange liquid in the glass.

"Harley, did you know? If I wanted to, I could stop every molecule in this glass of orange juice from moving."

Harley blinked. She had no idea what he