Chapter 250: Mythology Form! And A New Profession!
Recalling not long ago.
In Demon Manor, Ian Kent, that kid, stared at his own legs and excitedly talked about the horrifying idea of dismantling them to use as “Christmas Reindeer” parts.
At that time, Reverse-Flash only thought it was the youth’s nonsense, but now he felt a chill from the depths of his soul, as if it wasn’t a joke but a preemptive declaration for “material.”
“I might really be done for…” Reverse-Flash’s consciousness fluctuated, he thought dying once wasn’t a big deal, but dying so thoroughly like this was truly unprecedented.
The soul can definitely die too.
Otherwise, why does his whole body feel ice-cold?
“I shouldn’t have become a Speedster from the beginning.”
Reverse-Flash Albert Swan’s remaining soul trembled in the tumultuous waves of the Speed Force, he even had a beautiful wish to hope for his soul to scatter completely.
Under his dazed, numb “gaze.”
The Speed Force Dimension was undergoing a subversive massive change.
That originally Pure, vast golden energy representing the Cosmic Time Cornerstone was now being madly invaded and assimilated by the chaotic gray-white electric arcs emanating from Ian’s body. It was no longer Ian connecting to the Speed Force, but the Speed Force seemingly being forced to become part of Ian!
The entire Dimension was shaking violently, on the spatial barriers, faint shadows of bizarre runes carrying Ian’s personal style that even Reverse-Flash couldn’t understand began to emerge.
Anyway, they could only be described as grotesquely shaped and bizarre.
It was as if the entire Speed Force Dimension was about to be forcibly imprinted with a mark unique to Ian.
“What is that!”
Against the background of the Speed Force energy vortex rolling in space, Reverse-Flash, like an illiterate, saw in horrified incomprehension as Ian’s body projected a colossal, shadowy figure that blotted out the sky, faintly visible.
That shadow was not physical, yet it emanated a majesty and indifference transcending time, as if one thought from It could decide the birth and death of countless Timelines.
At this suffocating moment, a clear and cold prompt sounded in Ian’s ear. The System, as always, maintained its aloof persona. 【You have obtained a universal skill: Mythic Form: Temporal Lord.】
【Mythic Form: Temporal Lord: When the truth of Time is spied upon, the chains of causality are broken, you are no longer a mortal traveler—but a Monarch transcending Time!
Your Will is the law of Time, your Existence itself is a challenge to「Eternity’s flow」.
In this form, you are both the observer of Time and its dominator; the fates of all beings, the sequence of all Events, all rest between your thoughts.
Even if the threads of Time all shatter.
That Existence which treads upon the laws of causality shall descend upon the world.
The supreme Monarch wielding Authority over Time shall reign over all things in the rifts of spacetime, manifesting Its form, rewriting the flow of Reality with absolute temporal power!】
Ian almost immediately checked the Mythic Form he had suddenly obtained.
It has the word Mythic.
Of course it wouldn’t be ordinary.
At the same time, not just the time node where Ian originally was, but the Past, the Future, countless Timelines, countless Parallel Universes—as long as their Rules were connected to the Speed Force, all beings looking up at the sky witnessed a terrifying spectacle that would be unforgettable for life, enough to subvert their worldview. The sky was no longer the familiar blue or night curtain; clouds were dispersed by an invisible force, replaced by countless violent, gray-white and golden interwoven lightning surging silently in the depths of cosmic Space.
Surging!
It was not a natural celestial phenomenon, but the entire Universe’s background seemed to turn into a churning nebula, and at the center of that nebula, a colossal figure impossible to describe in words for its vastness and Majesty, composed of lightning and Time Fragments, was faintly appearing, as if it would descend upon every node on the Timeline in the next instant!
One proof forever proven!
Its gaze seemed to pierce through spacetime, indifferently sweeping over myriad worlds.
Past, present, future—countless creatures shuddered, trembled, feared, uneasy, bringing an instinctive awe and fear from Life toward a higher-dimensional Existence.
The Universe’s anomaly.
Appeared at every point in Time.
For example.
Late 18th century, London during the first Industrial Revolution.
In London’s East End, near Whitechapel, on narrow, muddy Streets, the thick fog had not yet been fully dispersed by the Industrial Revolution’s heavy smoke, but now it mixed with a deeper Fear.
Under the factory chimneys belching thick smoke, workers who had just finished long labor.
Ragged citizens.
Even nobles riding in luxurious Carriages all simultaneously stopped, heads raised to the sky, stunned by the terrifying sight reflected in the cosmic starry Space.
The sky originally obscured by mist and coal dust now seemed like a huge, transparent curtain, behind which was the vast cosmic deep Space.
But this deep Space was not serene; countless gray-white and golden interwoven, silent lightning surged and roared like giant serpents in a frenzy. And at the center of that lightning storm, a blurry yet immensely colossal figure stood towering, Its outline formed by flowing Time and shattered Stars.
A Deity-like figure, Its indifferent gaze piercing through Victorian brick and fog, directly imprinting into everyone’s soul depths.
“God… that… what is that?!” A man wearing a tattered Top Hat dropped the Tool in his hand, making a crisp sound.
He was completely unaware.
“Is it the end of the world? Has Judgment Day come?!” An Old Woman fearfully crossed herself over her chest, her voice trembling.
“No… it doesn’t seem like it… that looks like… a ‘person’s’ shadow?”
A Youth who had read some books murmured palely, his worldview collapsing. This era’s exploration of the starry sky and Universe had not yet begun.
Such a sight in the sky would surely terrify even the educated.
“It’s… a Demon! It must be related to Jack the Ripper… Jack the Ripper summoned Hell’s Demons!” Someone linked it to the serial murders currently panicking London.
This immediately triggered even greater commotion.
“Demons! Demons have definitely descended!” Someone let out a hysterical scream. Panic spread like a plague through the crowd, whispers of confusion, fear, and despair forming a noisy sea.
“Oh! No!” People fearfully crossed themselves, knelt in Prayer, or fled like headless flies, seeking insufficient cellars to hide in.
A Detective investigating clues dropped his Pipe into the Muddy Water.
He stared blankly at the sky, murmuring: “This… this exceeds any natural phenomenon… and any scientific explanation…”
His worldview, along with all his deductions about the case, seemed so petty and laughable in this moment. Not just the Detective, even other Detectives didn’t know what was happening.
Behind the Window at 221B Baker Street.
A tall man in a dressing gown held a Pipe, brows furrowed, staring intently at the celestial anomaly. His partner, a slightly portly Doctor, asked in panic.
“Sherlock Holmes, what… what is this?”
The Doctor was also very frightened.
Sherlock Holmes’s gaze was sharp as an eagle, trying to analyze Logic and patterns from the chaotic Light and Shadow, but finally, he slowly exhaled a smoke ring, his voice carrying unprecedented gravity: “Watson, I’m afraid… what we face is a ‘Strength’ far beyond our comprehension.”
Even the greatest Detective seemed unable to analyze useful Information, perhaps related to this era where the Supernatural was not manifest, and he rarely encountered Supernatural things.
“You have to tell me this is at least not some Crime.”
Doctor Watson sought psychological comfort, at least a tiny deception to ease him a bit.
However.
Holmes didn’t really want to indulge him.
“Who knows, maybe it is, perhaps it’s a Crime we can’t understand or touch… You’d better think quickly about how we’re paying next month’s rent.”
Holmes shrugged.
Though still curiously watching outside, he lacked the panic and unease of others.
When he raised his hand to look at his trembling hands instinctively fearing, his expression was only one of excited wonder, as if finding a new unknown to research.
“We have no rent because of you?”
“That’s not important!”
“Then what is important!”
“Thinking about how to pay the rent is most important.”
“Aren’t you the one who should use your brain!”
……
The argument continued in the Room on the second floor.
And below this small building.
Outside an elegantly decorated coffee shop, a Woman in an exquisite long dress fitting the era, with extraordinary temperament, slowly set down her Coffee Cup.
She looked up, calmly gazing at the cosmic-stirring anomaly in the sky, her face showing none of the surrounding crowd’s panic, instead carrying a serene insight into all things.
“I’m here to see Sherlock Holmes, not this guy, bad luck.”
The Woman sighed, elegantly picking up the Parasol leaning against the table, “snap” opening it and raising it overhead to block that unsettling “light” not from the Sun.
In the instant the Parasol rose from in front of her to overhead, briefly blocking her view—the parasol edge swept past, and on the originally empty seat opposite, a Woman shrouded entirely in a black gauze dress appeared as if by magic, silently.
Her face was indistinct, her body emanating a cold aura of all things’ end and eternal slumber. This person was the anthropomorphic incarnation of Death itself—Miss Death.
“So.”
Miss Death spoke, her voice ethereal and distant, seeming very aloof.
“It seems you knew before me that Speedsters have long been unable to truly freely traverse Time because, on a macro level above the Timeline, it has ultimately gained a newborn controller.” Her gaze seemed to pierce the coffee shop’s roof, directly landing on the colossal figure in the cosmic nebula.
“Oh?”
The Woman holding the umbrella curved her lips in a subtle smile, noncommittal.
“Then what are you, Paradox Lady?”
Miss Death withdrew her gaze to the Woman opposite, with a hint of probing, “A Time Lord… shouldn’t be enemies with the wielder of Time, right?”
Her words were like probing some boundary.
The Woman called Paradox Lady maintained her mysterious smile, not directly answering Miss Death’s question. She merely gently lifted her now lukewarm Coffee.
Took a sip, her movements unhurried.
“At the end of Time.” Paradox Lady set down her Coffee Cup, her voice gentle yet carrying undeniable Strength, “You promised me you would grant Ian Kent his necessary Fated Death.”
This was a query.
Miss Death’s face under the black veil seemed to move slightly.
“I always keep my word.”
No one could see her expression, nor discern emotion from her tone.
“If that’s the case.” Paradox Lady nodded in satisfaction: “Good.”
She stood, still holding the seemingly ordinary Parasol, walking lightly toward a abruptly appearing, very old-looking blue Police Telephone Booth at the street corner.
“You… are even worse than Ian Kent.”
Watching Paradox Lady enter the Telephone Booth, then the booth emitting a strange noise like space being compressed and released, vanishing into thin air.
Miss Death’s figure also dissipated silently into the air like wind-blown sand art. The surrounding noisy, panicked crowd noticed nothing of this brief meeting between the two transcendent Existences.
Their attention remained firmly captured by the terrifying spectacle in the sky, immersed in immense Fear of the unknown. Such world-shaking events also occurred in other eras.
The present where Ian lived.
And the future he would eventually reach, though it would surely be changed beyond recognition.
21st century.
In the Justice League’s Satellite hall, piercing alarms echoed in every corner. But no one paid attention, as the Superheroes were all overwhelmed.
And the surrounding Reality was also distorting and changing.
Any further anomalies.
Were no longer worth making a fuss over.
“Destroy it!”
Cyborg’s Apokolips Technology had severely degraded, more like human tissue; he found himself “devolving” into a Mortal, but not a proper ordinary person.
How to describe it.
Cyborg found himself turning from a tech warrior into some kind of “Pinduoduo” warrior, his various parts seeming collected from different creatures.
“Damn! This Hamburger is so good!!” Fat Girl Heroine had no mind for other things; she knew it was wrong, but her Body obviously had its own ideas.
Aquaman was the same.
“Good news, I still have my beer; bad news, my beer is glowing rainbow colors.”
His focus was only on his own health issues.
“Speedsters are done for!”
The Flash lay on the ground with a dead-inside expression.
What Reverse-Flash could sense.
He could perceive too.
“What should we do, friends!”
Even while eating, Fat Girl Heroine’s rationality was still fighting her appetite.
“Another Crisis appearing in the sky! Very terrifying!”
As a Demigod, her perception was more direct; it wasn’t the Olympus pantheon power she knew, but a more primal, fundamental manifestation of Authority.
“Besides relying on Superman, what else can we do? This isn’t something we can get involved in; it’s not a movie where we matter in every Event.”
Aquaman’s Wisdom seemed greatly enhanced.
“Exactly.”
Green Lantern arrived late, but now he was already 【Green Hat Man】.
They felt a bit like giving up, or seeing through the “red dust.” And in low Earth orbit, Clark Kent, Superman, was still striving.
He was flying at speeds beyond physical Limits in the direction opposite Earth’s rotation. Behind Clark trailed a long energy tail, his Body enduring unimaginable spacetime torsion, every inch of muscle groaning in Pain, as if to forcibly drag this planet off its predetermined temporal track.
He saw it too.
He saw that projected across the entire cosmic background.
Indescribably colossal figure. Though blurry, a heart-palpitating familiarity from his bloodline stabbed his heart like an ice pick.
“How many more changes will pop up!”
Shock, Confusion, worry, complex emotions instantly overwhelmed Clark. But his flight speed didn’t slow; he pushed even harder!
He didn’t know what happened to Ian or what this cosmic anomaly meant; he only knew if it was related to sending Ian into the Speed Force.
Then he must go faster!
Before everything was irreversible, reverse Time to fully prevent the Timeline’s fixation! He became a blue-red meteor tearing through Space, lonely and stubborn against the Universe’s seemingly accelerating, solidifying time flow, shouldering the burden of saving the world on his overburdened shoulders.
The surrounding Stars seemed dimmed by that massive projection in the sky.
Only Superman’s figure, flowing upstream at all costs, became a faint yet unextinguished light of hope in this collapsing spacetime.
However.
Perhaps he had the chance to save the world.
But ultimately.
The Timeline’s Influence would still descend upon him.
“What’s going on!!!”
Superman suddenly felt something Silent, unknown, hidden deep in his Genes awakening due to ripples from the Past.
That was.
Codex of Life.
……
Meanwhile, inside the Speed Force Dimension, Ian filled with endless Speed Force now bearing his personal color hadn’t had time to study the power of his newly obtained 【Mythic Form: Temporal Lord】 when the cold System prompt sounded again in his ear.
【You have contacted unknown Supernatural substance; new Profession Template unlocked. Fulfill Profession acquisition prerequisites to obtain a corrected Supernatural Profession.】
【New Profession『Paradox Knight』 unlocked in Profession Selection Interface.】
