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"That's not something I can guarantee. I need to observe the data and see what the curve looks like."

"Anyway, let's get started quickly."

"Row."

Shen You agreed and then pulled out the prop from under the table.

A small lead box. The lid was opened, and inside lay a tiny green crystal that he had carefully cut out.

Kryptonite.

"Mmm... Ah..."

The green light shining on her face made Kara start to feel uncomfortable.

"Are you feeling very uncomfortable?" Shen You asked.

"A little... but it's okay, I can manage for now." She shook her slightly dizzy head.

Shen You quickly recorded the readings from the various devices attached to her.

Such a small piece of kryptonite should have had almost no impact on Superman, who was fully developed in the later stages of the comics.

In fact, this is reflected in many places in the original work; the effects of Kryptonite vary in tolerance. Early in his career, Superman almost fainted upon first seeing a small piece of Kryptonite, but its effects diminished as the story progressed. There were even more instances of Superman overcoming Kryptonite to defeat Kryptonite-powered villains like Metal Man.

Therefore, theoretically speaking, if targeted training is conducted intentionally, it should be possible to accelerate the improvement of Kryptonians' resistance to Kryptonite.

Of course, this was just speculation; Shen You would never draw any conclusions without solid experimental data. That's why he used Kara's body for testing, observing the changes in her organs and cells under kryptonite radiation.

If the experimental results prove the hypothesis to be reliable, then his next plan is to have Kara do kryptonite endurance training every day. Of course, a comprehensive physical examination will be needed every day to ensure there are no adverse effects. Then there will be artificial sunbathing to help her accelerate energy recovery after training.

Start with very small Kryptonite fragments, and gradually increase the dosage as she gets used to it. This will effectively help her overcome this greatest enemy of the Kryptonians.

Oh, there's just one small problem.

The training process might not be very comfortable.

Sure enough, the little girl's eyes widened immediately after she heard him finish his plan.

"Do it every day?"

The Kryptonian immediately shook his little head like a rattle.

"I do not want!"

Shen You thought for a moment and said, "The new handheld game console that Quinn Group will release next quarter."

Kara's eyes lit up, but after glancing at the kryptonite that had been put back in the box, she hesitated and shook her head.

"No."

"Plus their launch game bundle."

".make a deal."

The little girl's tuft of hair on her head softened.

There is no way, he gave too much.

Kara, drenched in sweat after completing the kryptonite test, was wiping herself with tissues as she walked upstairs. The wizard and his apprentice Raven, who were engrossed in their culinary practice as they passed the kitchen, caught a glimpse of her.

Raven exclaimed in surprise, "What was she doing down there that made her so tired?"

"Oh, testing some new equipment again, huh?" The old wizard was used to it.

“New equipment?” Raven asked with a strange expression. “That’s certainly some pretty intense new equipment.”

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Shen You noted down the research data and saved it in the newly created project file. Before he could analyze it further, a phone call came in.

It's Barry Allen.

Shen You promised to help Barry familiarize himself with and develop his superpowers when he had time. After all, considering his desire to study the Speed ​​Force and the laws of spacetime, there was no more direct way in the universe than using the father of the Speed ​​Force as a research subject.

So, for easy contact, he left Barry an encrypted number for emergency use.

"My God, you actually answered!" Barry's voice sounded breathless. "To be honest, I had no idea if I could get through to this number, but I really have no one else to talk to."

"Don't get agitated, Barry," Shen You asked. "What happened?"

Barry took a moment to catch his breath and tried to compose himself before speaking.

"I think I might have just traveled through time."

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Chapter 154 Plant Conditions

Gotham, suburbs.

"I told you, you can't do this!"

The one who spoke was a frail old man, wearing an old jacket, his body somewhat hunched, but his gaze was surprisingly firm.

This is a woodland that has been here for a long time. Lush trees surround the lake, whose waters are as calm as a mirror, with ripples spreading across its surface in the breeze. The towering trees and dense shrubs create a verdant sea of ​​green.

But that's all in the past.

Now, the area is filled with modern facilities and billowing dust. Roxon Industries bought the land and plans to fill in the lake and clear the woodland. It has become a construction site.

Cranes, bulldozers, and excavators surrounded the woodland, with excavators constantly shoveling out mud and sand, and workers' vehicles loaded with sand and gravel being continuously dumped into the pits.

The foreman, wearing a hard hat and with tanned skin, was drawn to the old man's shouts and frowned slightly.

"here we go again"

He stepped forward and patted the shoulders of the two staff members who were blocking the elderly man from entering the cordoned-off area.

"You all step back, I'll handle this."

The foreman stopped the old man and said impatiently, "Why are you here again? I told you yesterday that next time you won't be so polite."

“No, you don’t understand,” the old man said emotionally. “This is a cursed jungle, and it has been so for a long time.”

Long ago, there was a swamp here, a swamp that buried evil! Many years ago, a notorious drug lord from this city slumbered here because his heinous acts had angered the swamp god!

This has been a long-standing custom among the local residents; no one dares to pass by here at night, because we all know that the swamp god dwells here.”

"Forget it," the foreman interrupted impatiently. "Listen, old man. Here's the thing: our deadline is already tight, and now there's a suspected environmental terrorist targeting this project."

So we're all under a lot of pressure right now and don't have the time or inclination to listen to your boring urban legends. If you're sensible, this would be the last time you bother us here.

Otherwise, don't blame me for not warning you.

A piercing noise interrupted him, followed by an unsettling roar. The foreman, startled, turned around: "What's going on?"

"It seems there's something wrong with the drilling rig."

The foreman, temporarily disregarding the elderly man, quickly went over to check on the situation.

"It seems to be a problem with the hydraulic system. We'll have to take it apart to find out what's wrong."

The machine's outer casing was removed, exposing the structure beneath. But what appeared beneath the casing left everyone stunned.

It's grass.

Or to be more precise, various grass-like plants had somehow spread and crawled into the equipment, now extending out from the gaps in the machine.

"This is unbelievable!"

The foreman muttered something, then suddenly heard a scream from behind him.

Everyone turned around and saw a worker being dragged into the darkness without warning, his legs wrapped around his body, and disappearing from sight.

"What's going on?!" the foreman asked in astonishment.

The lights went out the next moment.

The jungle launched a counterattack.

Tentacle-like tendrils pierced through the darkness, their domineering force engulfing everyone present and dragging them into the darkness without warning. The ground cracked, unknown plants sprouted from the earth, excavators were overturned, sparks flew from the equipment, and cables were severed in two.

The sounds of heavy objects falling, explosions, and workers' screams filled the air. In an instant, plants covered the entire area, and the construction site was in complete chaos.

The old man huddled in the corner, watching as figures darted out from the plants and flew about, and he couldn't help but tremble.

"I warned you. I warned you a long time ago."

Midtown.

"So, are you sure you've traveled through time?"

In a coffee shop in Midtown, Shen You looked at Barry suspiciously across the table.

"I'm at least 90 percent sure, 870 percent is more like it, no less than that," Barry said confidently.

"Tell me, what happened?"

Shen You picked up his coffee and took a sip, quickly concluding in his mind that it wasn't as good as his own.

“Okay. Phew. It’s good to have someone to talk to about this. I really have no one else to share this with.” Barry took a deep breath and said, “It’s like this. You know, I’ve been trying lately, um, to use my talents to help people and stuff.”

Then recently, some guys with superpowers have started appearing in Midtown. One of them was the one I encountered yesterday; he can control the weather and calls himself a 'weather wizard.'"

Shen You recognized this guy; he seemed to be a member of the classic Flash fan club, the "Rogues." However, he didn't actually rely on superpowers, but rather on a high-tech device called the "Weather Wand," created by a scientist named Clyde, which was later stolen by the Weather Wizard.

"In short, the Weather Wizard was cornered by me, and he decided to fight back. Then the Weather Wizard unleashed his power, a power I'd never seen him use before. He wanted to trigger a tsunami to flood Midtown. Although I found him and knocked him unconscious, it was too late; the tsunami was unstoppable."

"But obviously I don't have your strength, I can't push it back. So I came up with an idea."

"You run along the coastline as fast as you can, trying to create a wall of wind to push it back, right?" Shen You said.

Barry looked surprised: "How...how did you know?"

"Guess."

Shen You recalled a scene from the first season of the American TV series "The Flash". It was Barry's first time traveling through time. At that time, the Flash was still a rookie. He ran as fast as he could to push back the tsunami, but accidentally rushed into a time tunnel. When he came out, it was already a day earlier.

"Yes, I knew the weather wizard's location a day in advance after I came back and managed to control him, but I still think it's impossible. I may be fast, but I can't be faster than light."

"That's hard to say," Shen You said. "Perhaps the situation was urgent, and you pushed your limits without realizing it. Or perhaps it was just your instincts that triggered a hidden aspect of the Speed ​​Force."

Different versions of the story have different settings regarding The Flash's time travel. Sometimes the setting requires him to travel faster than light, but in some TV series, it's not necessary.

Shen You was not present at the time and lacked data, so he could not draw conclusions before conducting further research.