What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

But there's no need to hide at all.

All living things that touch them will have their lives taken away by them—that's why, due to carelessness and lack of evasion, a double-door refrigerator fell from the sky and slammed the unfortunate last of the Time Wraiths to the spot.

It was still a bit chilly inside.

of course.

The minus twenty degrees Celsius was not enough to slow down the undead for long; it ignored the obstacles of matter and broke through. However, Ian, who was prepared, grabbed its right leg, which it used to run.

"Ho ho ho!!"

The Time Wraith roared angrily, "I've always been the one reaping other people's time, how dare someone try to capture me today?" It glanced back at the little boy as if nothing had happened.

this moment.

The Time Ghost was bewildered.

It seemed to realize only now that it had encountered something unclean.

"Ho ho ho~"

It could not speak, or was no longer able to speak, and could only roar a warning at Ian who was holding it, and stretched out its hands in an attempt to take Ian's life directly.

however.

The Time Wraith soon discovered that its "innate" ability did not seem to be working properly; the other party not only did not move towards death, but its smile became increasingly grotesque.

"Wait for me for an hour, just one hour. You must be a super-nutritious species!" Ian's arm had indeed been eroded, but this only caused his flesh and blood to decay.

Berserker Experience +9

Berserker Experience +7

Berserker Experience +8

……

Ian stared at the countdown to his professional awakening.

He really didn't want to give up this rare species. Maybe by devouring the Time Wraith, he could gain a speed-related boost; if all else failed, he could even offer it to his adoptive father.

Just like the previous Demon God's Child!

Ian has had enough of the hardship of not having high base stats. He wants to be able to beat the Speed ​​Force just by relying on his stats, just like his father. The Speed ​​Force is indeed a natural counter to superheroes like him who don't have high base stats.

"It'll only take an hour! It won't take up much of your time!"

Ian was pulling the Time Wraith towards his body with all his might. Perhaps he hadn't told the truth enough in his daily life, because even the "ghost" didn't seem to believe his attempts to comfort it.

"Hoohoho!"

The ghost of time is struggling desperately.

It looks like a Komodo dragon caught by Indians.

When it found that Ian's hands were not moving, it even used its other foot to kick Ian's face—resulting in its other ankle being grabbed as well.

Facing the boy whose eyes were shining.

The Time Wraith finally made a decision that went against its identity as a speedster.

"Crack!"

A sickening cracking sound rang out—it had escaped by losing a leg. Its upper body frantically paved the ground, using its hands instead of legs to propel itself into the Speed ​​Force vortex like a black lightning bolt.

The outside world is too dangerous!

It wants to hide in the arms of the Speed ​​Force mother!

"Damn it! Come back! I won't eat you! Christmas is coming soon, I'll make you my reindeer." Of course, Ian couldn't catch up, and his deception didn't fool the Time Wraith.

after all.

The Time Wraith is simply dead.

He's not stupid.

They once had a very useful brain.

"If I go inside, can I also become a speedster?" Ian wasn't always so bold; at least at this moment, he was hesitant to act rashly and follow the time-traveling undead.

of course.

The Speed ​​Force didn't give him a choice either.

"Brush~"

The Speed ​​Force vortex vanished almost instantly, as if it had never existed, and the living room returned to silence from its noisy state.

It disappeared too quickly.

It's as if the Speed ​​Force itself is worried that Ian will rush into its body.

"Don't do this, Santa's Ian's reindeer, now only has two reindeer legs left?" The two legs that Ian was holding in his arms were still trying to escape his clutches.

however.

Even though the red Speed ​​Force was flashing on their legs, it was still useless. Ian was very strong, and they were still pressed hard into his arms.

Berserker Experience +4

Berserker Experience +3

Berserker Experience +3

……

Some force is still corroding Ian's chest.

But it's not a big problem.

Once the self-healing frenzy is activated, the lost life force will be replenished. The power that constantly corrodes his body even makes Ian feel a kind of pleasure hidden in the corrosion.

The legs of the Time Ghost.

It could very well become Ian's new leveling artifact.

"Good stuff!"

Ian examined the two twitching legs of the Time Undead as if they were new toys.

Black limbs twisted in his hands.

The red arcs of electricity pulsating on the surface of his legs crackled from time to time.

"Ian! I'm here to save you!"

Jordan's voice came from above. With a "thud," the second young master crashed into the living room in a rather inelegant manner, his body bulging with the idols Jonathan had given him.

It looks quite funny.

But there was also a strange sense of solemnity about it.

"What about people?"

Jordan, exuding an aura of religion, looked around, his gaze finally settling on the legs that were flailing about in Ian's hands. He was somewhat surprised, with a look of utter astonishment.

"I can't give this to you, I have a better use for it!" Ian's vigilance immediately rose, and just in case, he quickly hid the Time Wraith's legs behind his back.

"I know they must have some wonderful use. Don't be silly, why would I steal your things, Second Brother? I just wanted to ask, what was that man in yellow all about?"

Jordan coughed lightly.

The topic was abruptly changed.

An awkward silence filled the air.

“That’s Reverse Lightning.” Barry Allen’s voice suddenly broke in. The speedster had woken up at some point and was leaning against the broken wall, rubbing his bruised neck.

“He came looking for me. I’m sorry to have dragged you into this.” Barry Allen’s voice carried a hint of guilt; he felt that it was his fault that the family’s children had suffered such an undeserved misfortune.

Actually, nobody cares about this.

"oh oh."

Jordan's gaze was shifty, and his focus was clearly quite unusual.

"It's him, not her?"

He didn't know what he was expecting. His second brother, who suffered from social anxiety, lacked a fulfilling adolescence, so it was clear that he had a tendency to be extremely repressed and ostentatious.

Ian couldn't help but glance at him sideways.

He had paid special attention to this beforehand.

His second brother was still in the room. When the roof was blasted open for some reason, he instinctively peeked out, but then shrank back after seeing the figure in the sky that had been shot and Ian.

"It seems our lab has never thought about this question before. That's true, no one can say for sure what the gender of Reverse Lightning is. Maybe I'll have to tell Dr. Wilson about your guess when I get back."

“If Reverse Flash is a female speedster, then we must have been looking in the wrong direction before.” Barry Allen seemed to have been inspired by Jordan’s ingenious idea.

He woke up relatively late.

Therefore, they have no idea what happened before.

Ian hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

And right now.

Barry Allen then looked at Ian, who was holding his two legs.

"You fought Reverse-Flash? And... are those the legs of a Time Wraith you're holding?" He was clearly shocked by another round of Ian's words.

Those are time-dead spirits that speedsters can't avoid at all!

How come there are only two legs left?

And it was even being held in the little boy's hand??

All of a sudden.

The Flash simply couldn't piece together what had happened before.

“There were two Reverse-Flashes. One ran right into my second brother’s gun and was seriously injured. Then the other Reverse-Flash killed him.” Ian had a Time Undead’s leg tucked under each of his arms.

He recounted the outrageous things that had happened to him.

The various time travel issues involving the speedsters are probably something even the Flash couldn't figure out; just look at the shocked expression on Barry Allen's face to see that.