" Sun for a hundred years?" Barry Allen's mind completely went blank. He subconsciously repeated Thor's words, feeling his worldview being torn apart piece by piece. "Just... just Sun for a hundred years?"
He knew that Kryptonian grew stronger by Sun, and Clark was a living example; decades of Sun had created the most powerful guardian on Earth.
But... can it become this strong in just one hundred years?
Three punches crippled Zod, and a Heat Vision melted an entire war fortress?
This isn't just a matter of strength; it's a power from another dimension!
"Yes, it's just been exposed to the sun for a hundred years." Thor nodded, a perfectly timed look of surprise on his face, as if he too were an innocent bystander.
"To be honest, I was quite surprised too. The lower limit of this race's physique is the upper limit that others can only achieve in a lifetime. After just basking in the sun for a hundred years, her strength has already Infinity the Universe Level."
Thor clicked his tongue, half sighing and half complaining, "Making yourself stronger just by Sun is a bit too much. If I were Superman, I'd just sit on a small stool in the core of the Sun for ten thousand years, and then who would dare to raise their voice at me?"
For a moment, Barry didn't know how to respond.
Even under normal circumstances, no one would dare to raise their voice at Superman.
But hasn't he seen enough abnormal situations in his life?
Just then, Barry noticed that Thor's gaze subtly swept over the woman standing quietly beside him, who was wearing a black tank top.
Death Tetiyu felt the gaze, said nothing, but a faint smile appeared on his lips.
"Alright, we shouldn't linger here." Thor clapped his hands, interrupting Barry's reverie.
With a gentle wave of his hand, an irresistible force instantly enveloped everyone present.
Space is distorted, and light and shadow shift.
The next second, everyone found themselves in the familiar, damp air of the Batcave.
Barry!
Before the Flash could even take in his surroundings, a warm body rushed into his arms.
It was his mother, Nora Allen.
"You're alright... I'm so glad you're alright!" Nora hugged her son tightly, her voice trembling with tears and filled with the relief of surviving a disaster.
Barry froze completely.
He could smell his mother's familiar fragrance and feel the strength of her embrace and the warmth of her body.
It all still feels unbelievably real.
It feels like I'm still in a dream.
But it was precisely this truth that turned into the sharpest knife, piercing his heart.
He remembered why he had come here.
To save her.
He then remembered what he had to do.
To correct everything, I must personally send this warmth back into the coldness of death.
This world, this world where his mother is still alive, is a false illusion he created with a small, selfish alteration.
If he wants to restore things to their original state, if he doesn't want the whole world to collapse completely because of his actions, he must go back and stop his past self.
That meant his mother's death was inevitable.
" Barry?" Thomas Wayne's hoarse voice came through as he lit a cigar. Through the swirling smoke, his weathered eyes saw through Barry's pain. "You haven't properly talked to me about... my son yet."
Barry was startled; he understood his father's intention.
He gently patted his mother's back and forced a smile, "Mom, I'm just going to say a few words to Mr. Wayne, I'll be right back."
After saying that, he followed Thomas to the other side of the Batcave.
"He was a hero," Barry began, telling the father the story of his son in another world who had inherited his will.
He recounted how Bruce became Gotham's Dark Knight, how he fought alongside him, and how he became the mind and cornerstone of the Justice League.
Thomas listened quietly, puffing on his cigar, the glow of the cigarette butt flickering on his face.
After a long while, he stubbed out his cigar, took out a letter from his pocket, and handed it to Barry.
"Give this to him for me."
Barry solemnly accepted the heavy letter, knowing that it contained all the love and guilt a father felt for his son.
He took a deep breath, turned around, and prepared to walk towards his mother, ready to confess everything to her, to reveal this cruel truth.
However, he saw Nora looking at him tenderly.
" Barry," she spoke first, "I already know."
Barry froze on the spot.
"I remember telling you before that you have to accept the things you can't change, right?" Nora's voice was soft, but every word struck Barry's heart.
Barry's gaze abruptly shifted to Thor.
Thor said nothing, but simply nodded slightly at him.
In an instant, Barry could no longer hold back.
He rushed over and hugged his mother again, burying his face deep in her shoulder, like a lost child who could only use all his strength to repeat it over and over again.
"I'm sorry... Mom... I'm sorry..."
In the midst of this deeply moving scene, a discordant yellow lightning bolt suddenly shot into the Batcave without warning!
Reverse-Flash, by Elberd Thawne.
Under normal circumstances, given his speed, no one here except Barry should be able to track him.
He can mock and manipulate at will, and then achieve his goal.
But this time, he discovered a scene that Shocker him.
The Supergirl injured Krypton general with a single punch.
That lazy man from beginning to end.
That woman in black with an eerie aura.
And then there's his arch-nemesis Barry Allen, who's currently holding his mother and weeping bitterly.
The four of them turned their heads in unison, their four pairs of eyes and eight gazes locking onto his rapidly moving body with absolute precision.
No matter how he changed direction or accelerated, those eight gazes followed him as if welded to the spot.
This... how is this possible?!
Reverse-Flash's mind went blank for a moment; the extreme Shocker caused his usually impeccable control of his body to falter fatally.
The left foot tripped over the right foot.
"Thump--!"
Yellow Lightning fell face-first into the mud.
Before he could get up, Kara's icy gaze had already enveloped him.
She didn't even bother to move her hands; she simply opened her mouth slightly.
"Call--"
An extreme cold current surged out, instantly freezing Reverse-Flash's legs and the ground beneath him into a large, crystal-clear block of ice.
"Alberd Thawne!" Barry saw his mortal enemy, the murderer of his mother, and anger instantly overwhelmed his grief. He stood up straight, golden lightning crackling around him.
" Barry," Thor's voice drifted over, "If you want to restart this world, you'd better kill him."
Barry turned around abruptly, looking at Thor with confusion. "Why?"
"It's simple. As long as Reverse-Flash continues to exist in this timeline, he will endlessly plunder the energy of the Speed Force's origin."
Thor explained slowly, "The two Speed Force have been canceling each other out for so long that you'll never accumulate enough energy to correct all of this."
"Under normal circumstances, multiple speedsters can travel through time together, but as you know, this is the universe you created, which is outside the normal realm."
Barry hesitated.
He wanted nothing more than to tear Thawne to pieces, but he had never killed anyone; that was his bottom line as a hero.
Thomas Wayne clearly sensed his hesitation.
This Old Bat, who had spent half his life struggling in the city of sin, never believed in any kind of bottom line.
With a blank expression, he pulled a pistol from under his trench coat and aimed it at Reverse-Flash, who was still struggling on the ground.
"Bang!"
A crisp gunshot rang out, echoing through the empty Batcave.
The Reverse-Flash's hole was wide open, like a smashed watermelon, with red and white splattered all over the floor.
Nora gasped instinctively, but when she realized that the yellow demon was the one who had killed her, the discomfort was quickly replaced by a complex calm.
it's all over.
Barry took one last, deep look at his mother, etching her face and her smile into his heart.
He resolutely turned around, placed his hands on the ground, and assumed a standard starting position.
" Barry," Thor's voice rang out again just as he was about to leave, "See you then."
As soon as he finished speaking, Thor, Kara, and Death Tetiyu vanished into thin air.
Without further hesitation, Barry transformed into a streak of golden lightning and rushed towards the unknown distance.
As he ran, the world he created began to crumble, and finally, a dazzling white light devoured everything.
Gotham City, Batcave.
A flash of golden light appeared, Barry stood before Bruce Wayne, handing him a letter.
Bruce removed his hood, revealing a tired yet resolute face.
After reading the letter, he remained silent for a long time, finally looking up at Barry.
"You are a good messenger, Barry."
Barry said nothing, only nodded, and then vanished in golden light once more.
Central City, Barry Allen's apartment.
He returned to his home, back to everything familiar. He took out his key and inserted it into the lock.
Click.
The door opened.
However, the sight in the living room caused the key in his hand to slip instantly and fall to the ground with a crisp sound.
A figure he thought he would never see again was sitting on his sofa, holding a steaming cup of coffee. When she saw him, she gave him a gentle smile.
It was his mother, Nora Allen.
Barry's mind went blank, and in a trembling voice, he asked the impossible question.
"Mom... why... why are you here?"
Nora Allen took a sip of her coffee and calmly watched her dumbfounded son.
"That guy named Thor brought me here."
She put down her coffee cup and tilted her head.
What? Aren't you happy to see me?