American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 181 1918

Generally speaking, members of the Lightning family or those who deal with the Speed ​​Force are equipped with a suit to prevent the embarrassing situation of the suit spontaneously combusting under high-speed operation.

But this will not happen for Gino.

Running on the wide road, at such a speed that the surrounding scenery became blurred like a mosaic.

Accompanied by a rush of red and yellow electricity, each step he took on the ground produced a burst of crimson arcs.

With his already extraordinary speed further enhanced by the Speed ​​Force, even Gino himself felt dizzy.

The surrounding scenery changed like flowing water, and as the speed increased, the surrounding landscape was also transformed into striking red and yellow colors. These colors were being moved and left behind by Gino. That familiar energy made an idea pop into Gino's mind.

He has entered the Speed ​​Force channel.

The so-called Speed ​​Force Channel is an energy channel through which the Lightning family travels between the past and the future.

This passageway, associated with time, is often linked to the unknown and terror.

Barry Allen from the future traveled back in time in an attempt to save his mother's life, but the result was that the entire timeline completely collapsed.

Those who play with time will eventually be played by time.

This statement shares a similar meaning with Nietzsche's "Beyond Good and Evil," a work favored by Clark. "He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you."

Running through the Speed ​​Force tunnel, surrounded by only the monotonous colors of red and yellow.

"No, this isn't right." Gino ran. If simply running could travel through time, it might not be that simple.

"I need to be faster." Gino slowly raised his head, his gaze resolute.

He didn't know exactly how fast the Flash was, but he did know how fast he could run.

Breathe, breathe.

Swing your arms and take a step.

Feeling the electric current around the speed channel hitting my cheeks, giving me a tingling sensation.

Gino was completely focused.

"Bang!"

The energy contained in the steel body is released simultaneously from trillions of cells within the body.

The golden lightning on the surface, under the influence of the solar energy contained within the cells, transforms into an ultimate gilded color.

Scorching hot, dazzling.

"boom!"

With a sudden burst of power from his right leg, like a runner in a race who is fully focused, his figure flashed and became a golden afterimage.

The golden lightning also enveloped the body as it ran.

It was as if it had vanished into thin air; its extreme speed even created a sonic boom within the Speed ​​Force space!

Run, run some more!

The crackling sound of lightning echoed in my ears. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that the original red and yellow colors were gradually changing and distorting under extreme speed.

"Buzz!"

It's like about to break through a solid concrete wall, or a difficult obstacle.

It's like reaching some kind of zero point.

"Buzz~" A strange sound, similar to the auditory hallucinations often heard in science fiction movies.

The surrounding scenery seemed to change in an instant.

Everything turned into a dark blue hue.

His breathing became heavy and long, and Gino stared in astonishment at his arm, which seemed to be stretched and twisted by space.

His gaze swept across the surroundings.

It was as if we had entered a four-dimensional space; everything seemed strange and bizarre.

The space was dark blue, and everything seemed dull and lifeless.

Gino narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a brief silence, he chose to take another step.

"Sizzle~"

Golden light illuminated the space as the boy ran, and crimson electricity twisted the entire space, as if a golden flame had ignited the sky.

Countless images flashed past on either side of me.

The quantum mask that Clark tore apart.

The unfortunate bat cub whose back was broken by Gino.

Everything, all the scenes that had happened, played out in turn, like a familiar yet strange revolving lantern, as I observed everything.

They seemed to possess a special magic, as if they were watching another, unfamiliar version of himself. Gino gazed at the scenes flashing by, all of which were his past memories.

Until the image of a newborn baby came into view, it meant that Gino had run through his past.

"Snapped!"

The boy stopped here.

He was all alone in the vast, silent space.

Run forward or turn back?

This thought, which arose from the bottom of his heart, was like two paths laid out before Gino.

Forward or backward?

"Heh." Gino chuckled and shook his head self-deprecatingly. When did he ever hesitate?

With a determined look in his eyes, the boy ran again!

"Bang!"

Everything in the surrounding space is changing rapidly.

Another series of major historical events unfolded before my eyes.

History, the history recorded by time, unfolded before Gino's eyes as if playing in reverse.

From the end of World War II to the speech given by Little Mustache on the balcony that opened the curtain on World War II.

History is going backward.

until,

A sudden burst of magnificent blue light emerged from a point in time, and as space twisted and reorganized once more, it engulfed Gino, who was running, like a tsunami.

....

1918 years.

On the eve of the end of World War I.

The azure sea stretched as far as the eye could see, its waves surging.

The ocean has always been something that people both yearn for and fear.

The oceans, which cover 71% of the Earth, are the birthplace of most life.

"Splash!"

The waves swept around, creating turbulent billows, and a thick fog rose from nowhere, enveloping the entire sea area.

From above the thick fog, a "fireball" roared and pierced the sky as it plummeted downwards.

Its speed was so great that it created a sonic boom visible to the naked eye at the lowest point of the fireball.

"boom!"

An old World War I plane just happened to crash into a fireball.

In an instant, the machine disintegrated and exploded.

Twisted parts and the burning fuselage scattered into the sea, splashing up sprays of water.

The fireball, undiminished in its power, crashed into the sea, creating a giant wave tens of meters high that surged outwards, splashing up ripples.

After a brief silence,

"Splash!"

A blur of motion pierced the sea as Gino, cursing, ripped off his tattered short-sleeved shirt, revealing his muscular upper body.

Looking around, thick fog rose up, and in the sea fog not far away, islands were nestled and hidden.

The boy rubbed his forehead in exasperation, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

Based on what we just saw, it's possible that some kind of spatial energy from this era captured us at this particular point in time.

The body's cells were inexplicably fatigued, and the act of using brute force to break through the timeline was quite physically demanding.

"Let's find a place to rest now." Gino rubbed his sore arms, intending to rest here for a while before leaving.

Stepping on the water, Gino casually chose a direction and prepared to leave.

However, the noise behind him interrupted his thoughts.

The thick fog spread like ripples on water, as if some invisible barrier had been breached.

Several armored warships, fully loaded with German troops, roared toward Gino.

"So, that guy is the pilot?"

Someone saw the blond boy walking on the water, and this incredible scene made their hands tremble uncontrollably.

Legend has it that only Jesus could walk on water. Could that blond boy be Jesus?

(End of this chapter)