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Chapter 99: Power Up
George stayed crouched, hand still tingling faintly from contact. The last wisp of red lightning danced briefly in his palm, then thinned, weakened, and finally dispersed, swallowed by the sea of Chaos Energy already within him.
It didn't fight back. It didn't flare or twist. It simply faded into the current, like ink dissolving in dark water, unnoticed and fully absorbed.
He exhaled. His gaze shifted to the body sprawled nearby—the predator who had murdered pregnant women for sport, now lying still in the desert heat.
George stood and stepped away, as if the man's presence was something that might cling to his skin. He flexed his right hand slowly, then began to shake it, gradually increasing speed.
This time, something responded. The motion grew sharper, quicker, building on itself.
The skin around his knuckles prickled. In less than five seconds, golden lightning snapped to life, crackling around his hand like it had always been waiting. The connection was real.
The experiment had worked. The Speed Force was his now.
George didn't bother with sentiment. He raised a finger and summoned a fireball. With one flick, the corpse was engulfed, incinerated in seconds.
Flames curled upward, then vanished in the wind, leaving behind a smear of crystallized sand.
No need to linger. A second later, George was gone, shifting realities back into the Marvel Universe. Now that the Speed Force had been tethered to his body, there was nothing else to extract from this world.
Moments after he vanished, a red blur tore through the horizon. Barry Allen skidded to a stop where George had stood. Lightning pulsed from his boots as he surveyed the scene.
"Ramon, I'm on-site. You sure this is it?"
Cisco Ramon's voice crackled through the comm. "Coordinates match. You see anything?"
Barry scanned the crystallized patch of scorched earth. "Just a melted crater. I'll grab some samples."
"Copy that. I'll keep the line open."
Barry crouched, running two fingers along the residue. "Whatever happened here wasn't natural, man," he muttered, half to himself.
Earlier, while George had manipulated Nigo to spark the Speed Force, STAR Labs' sensors had triggered an emergency flare—an unexplained fluctuation in the Speed Force field.
Barry had ditched his dinner with Iris and raced here, but it was already too late.
Six months later, George stood in his alchemy lab, a detailed magic circle blueprint spread before him. All his clones dispelled, their memories returned.
His head throbbed faintly with the flood of condensed experience, but this time, it was manageable. He exhaled and smiled.
The Speed Force had unfolded slowly. It didn't give itself all at once. But over half a year and through relentless clone testing, he had forced its layers open.
Super Speed came first—predictable, fundamental. George could now push beyond escape velocity in the time it took to blink. His molecules felt like they hummed even at rest.
Then came Speed Absorption and Transfer. He tested it on flying birds, on falling fruit, and even on rainfall. He could drain motion, steal speed, and redirect it. At will.
Healing was next. It was subtle at first—cuts closed in hours, then minutes, then seconds. Eventually, he realized it wasn't just his wounds he could fix.
Others responded too. Combined with his Shikotsumyaku-based regeneration, his healing now rivaled or surpassed even Wolverine's.
Super Perception followed. At first, he could feel motion across his courtyard. A few weeks later, across Hogwarts Island.
Birds, insects, footsteps, even heartbeats moving through rooms. The world slowed to a crawl whenever he focused.
Then his thoughts began accelerating. Scenarios played out in real-time simulations in his mind. A dozen strategies unfolded at once.
The old drawback of clone memory overload disappeared. His brain simply processed it all.
Flight came after. He could use raw Speed Force to fly, but he found it wasteful. Instead, he layered it into his bone wings, fusing technique with instinct. Now, no platforms were needed.
The shield ability emerged during a failed alchemy reaction—he'd reflexively pushed back the explosion with a wave of Speed Force, repelling it mid-air.
Structure Creation was next. His clothing, worn thin from friction, regenerated on its own. Eventually, he realized he could form temporary armor, bridges, even weapons, just by willing them into shape at speed.
Then came Muscle Growth—raw physical strength boosted by accelerated fiber response. It came with exhaustion, but when timed right, the power spike could rival Asgardians.
Self-Molecular Control took the longest. At first, anything he phased through disintegrated. Then, the Chaos Energy within him began stabilizing the kinetic interference.
Now, he could walk through walls or melt a man's organs without leaving a mark. When used in combat, it bordered on annihilation.
Other abilities remained in theory—he hadn't needed clones via Speed Force; his Shadow Clones already did the job better. Eidetic memory? He had that for years.
Only two powers remained untouched: Time Travel and the Infinite Mass Punch. The former he intentionally avoided. The latter, he had calculated that, if thrown at actual light speed, it could trigger a gravitational collapse.
No need. Even approaching that velocity would still obliterate most opponents.
As for the rumored ability to resist the Anti-Life Equation, that was tabled for now. No reason to probe what hadn't yet surfaced.
He sometimes wished he had watched the old Flash series back in his previous life—he might've uncovered more obscure powers. But speculation wasn't a strategy.
All that mattered now was what he'd built.
From what he knew, even the Barry Allen of this world's Suicide Squad reality hadn't unlocked as many layers. Not yet.
Power-wise, George now ranked above most of Earth's defenders. Except Scarlet Witch and Captain Marvel, none of the Avengers could challenge him alone.
Thor's strength was unmatched, sure, but he wasn't fast enough to respond to a near-light-speed strike.
The Hulk could endure more damage than most beings alive, but endurance meant nothing if he never saw the hit coming.
Captain Marvel was fast—but not fast enough. Superluminal wasn't the same as this. Not anymore.
And Wanda… Wanda was something else entirely. Reality didn't bind her the way it bound others. Still, George had already begun crafting contingency measures for her. Nothing final, but he had time.
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