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[DC] The Flash: Silver Lightning

In a whirlwind of mishaps and electrifying heroics, Dr. Wells recounts the fateful day with a disregard for Elon's bewilderment. "The particle accelerator... then it exploded, unleashing a tempestuous storm. Tragically, lightning struck you and Barry Allen. In the aftermath, you both were rushed to the hospital. Due to a series of unfortunate events, including misdiagnosis and power failures, I had no choice but to transfer you and Barry to the Star Labs for recovery." "Particle accelerator explosion!" "Barry Allen!" Elon's mind buzzed with a deafening ring. The events that unfolded and the mention of that name were almost too incredulous to believe.

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Goodness

Seeing Barry hesitate, Elon frowned and asked, "Is there something else? You look troubled."

Barry said solemnly, "Elon, I need you to promise me one thing."

Elon's frown deepened, "What is it?"

"No, you must promise. It's for your sake and everyone else's."

Barry's expression turned serious.

"Control yourself, don't kill."

Elon's frown eased, thinking it was just Barry's saintly nature acting up. He must have heard Elon casually mention electrocuting a meta-human and thought Elon didn't care about life, hence the warning.

Did Elon care about other people's lives?

Did he?

Didn't he?

No, he didn't.

After all, this was just a TV show, a show marked by goodness. Elon never felt a sense of belonging in this world, nor did he consider it real. He was just lost in an online game, where all NPCs were building a heroic game.

Would you care about the lives of NPCs in a game?

No.

Why not?

Because from the beginning, you were looking down on them from a superior perspective.

This was just a TV show, virtual and fake. It didn't matter. You could do anything, be casual about it, as long as you could go home. The destruction of this world wouldn't matter, it was just a TV show.

This mindset had always dominated Elon's mind, but his introverted Eastern nature made it manifest slowly.

Especially after crossing over and gaining more powerful and destructive abilities than ordinary people, he became intoxicated with this power, viewing all life as insignificant.

Elon was a smart person, not just in this world but also in the real one. He was of above-average intelligence among ordinary people and had a strong will.

So, when his frown eased and he became impatient with Barry, he activated his super-speed thinking, examining himself from all angles.

Elon was confused. He knew his mindset was off, gradually getting lost due to his power. Barry, who had once been lost himself, was familiar with this situation. He saw in Elon the arrogance he once had.

Fortunately, Barry was always a kind person, and even when lost, he didn't make any big mistakes. Elon was different; his heart, desperate to return home, didn't care about good or evil.

His eyes flashed with a silver arc as he recalled the events of the past month.

He had thought he could easily control everything, Wells, Reverse-Flash, the future direction, always confident, planning everything, just because he had watched the TV show.

When did he become so easily angered? The first time facing Reverse-Flash, he was lost and helpless in this strange world, unable to return. This frustration and anger were understandable. Any person with attachments wouldn't want to cross over, and Elon understood this.

But the second time, dealing with Weather Wizard, even if Barry was injured, his anger seemed too high.

He even threatened to kill Mardon.

When did he become so extreme, so easily angered, so indifferent to life?

In the real world, he couldn't even bear to kill a chicken, and when faced with a dead life, he would stop and mourn for a few seconds.

But here, he was so cruel as to want to destroy a life.

At the same time, this coldness made Elon shudder, his heart unmoved, accepting the slaughter as natural.

Just because he didn't consider this real? Just because he thought this was virtual, fake?

"Elon, the incident with Weather Wizard was a warning."

"We've all had our hearts invaded by superpowers."

"Superpowers amplify our inner actions."

"If we can't control our hearts, superpowers will lead us down a path of no return."

"Elon, you are my good friend."

"Promise me, respect life, control yourself, and don't underestimate any life because of superpowers."

Barry's words woke Elon from his confusion; he needed restraint, self-discipline.

He couldn't promise to never kill again and become a saint, but if someone crossed his limits, he wouldn't hesitate to execute them. For crimes like child trafficking, rape, and murder, Elon wouldn't be soft-hearted.

But at least he needed to clearly recognize and understand the meaning of his actions, face his morals, and have no regrets.

Whether real or fake, if his heart sank, even if he returned to the real world, he would only be a demon, bringing suffering to his loved ones.

No, his loved one should only have a happy smile, never the pain of suffering.

Elon's mind conjured a smiling face, his heart clear and transparent.

His eyes lit up, then the electric arcs dissipated as he exited his super-speed thinking mode.

"Barry, thank you, I understand," Elon said solemnly to Barry.

"I will control myself. Unless absolutely necessary, I won't kill easily."

Barry became anxious; his intention was not to kill under any circumstances, not just when necessary.

Barry meant that they should assist in capturing criminals, but they had no right to kill.

So Barry also said solemnly to Elon, "No, Elon, my meaning is, don't kill, no matter how angry or sad you are, don't let the thought of killing dominate your mind."

Elon was speechless, then remembered that in the Flash series, Barry was indeed such a person, overly kind.

He didn't argue with Barry, instead posing a scenario.

"Barry, if killing a criminal could save 100 ordinary people, what would you do?"

"I wouldn't kill, nor do I have the right to kill. I would save those 100 ordinary people."

"What if you didn't have this ability?"

"I wouldn't kill, I would choose to save people."

"Barry, anyone has the right to kill a murderer. A killer will be killed by others."

"No, we should leave it to the law to judge. As long as we capture and imprison him, he won't be able to harm people."

"What if he escapes and kills again?"

"Capture him again."

"What about the person he kills after escaping? Should they pay for your kindness? Should they die because you chose not to kill? Should they die to prove your mercy to the murderer? And then the world will sing praises of your mercy to the criminal, the hero who doesn't kill, the great hero, whose throne of heroism is built on the bones of innocent dead?"

Elon said coldly.

He couldn't understand this overly kind value system from the TV show. A person who deserved death should die, not be imprisoned, only to escape someday and kill a few more people, then be imprisoned again, repeating the cycle, and becoming the hero who captured him.

Elon didn't want to be such a hero, nor did he want to be that kind of hero.

Barry was silent; he couldn't convince Elon, and Elon couldn't convince him. Their values were too different.

"Elon, let's have a fight. You are my good friend, and I won't let you have blood on your hands. If I win, you'll listen to me."