Chapter 365: The Incident Ends, Allen Returns
As the final note played, the performance came to an end.
The humans watching the livestream were utterly exhausted, panting and struggling to catch their breath.
Allen's dance moves were simply too abstract, with exaggerated motions that overwhelmed the viewers. Some of the elderly fainted on the spot, while the younger and more robust ones felt like they had taken some kind of blue pill—left battling on their beds all night long.
The effects: dizziness, wobbling legs, and an uncontrollable tremble.
Bruce wore a dead-inside expression, his mind numb, body moving shamefully on its own.
Barry, meanwhile, had accidentally triggered the Speed Force mid-dance, his entire figure turning into a blur of pixels—an indecipherable mosaic.
As the music stopped, countless demons let out a breath of relief, grateful that the unbearable, nightmarish choreography had finally ended.
"Despicable knowledge is entering my head…"
Allen stuck out his tongue and gave his head a dramatic shake, singing, "Shake it out! Shake the despicable knowledge out!"
Here we go again!
Because once again, everyone found their bodies mimicking him—tongues out, heads shaking.
"Presented by the underachievers, with love."
"If you know the subject, study that one. Aim for hundreds if you want. Calcium hydride, calcium oxide, carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, fluorine, neon… If you don't know it, skip it. But fail again, and your grandma will…"
The tone shifted.
No longer tragic or sentimental—instead, an endless flood of knowledge filled everyone's minds.
From math olympiad problems to geometric diagrams, and onward to the vast cosmos and stellar systems.
All of it—world-class academic challenges that gave even the brightest students migraines—poured into their heads without warning.
Like a loving grandma who refuses to believe you've had enough to eat, relentlessly spooning more into your mouth.
The kind of love where grandma thinks you're still hungry.
"Ow, ow, ow, my head hurts!"
"I can't solve it! I really can't! This is way too hard!"
"I don't want to study! I don't want to go to school! I don't want any of this…"
This song forced humanity to relive the torment of school—body and soul rejecting it as if it were a recurring nightmare.
One impossible question after another popped into their minds, looking like alien scripture.
Frankly, they'd rather fight demons than solve those problems.
"Triangles are stable… hiss ha… the shortest distance between two points is a straight line… hiss ha… the formula for a square is…"
Even the simple-minded demons began drooling as they tried to memorize what was being force-fed into their brains.
Their CPUs started to overheat.
At last, the moment had arrived.
The gods went to war.
Three hundred and sixty-six divine banners erupted in blinding light, from which the Celestial Court's deities descended.
"Brothers, once we finish this round, our Heavenly Court will truly be established!"
With that rallying cry from the Mad Heavenly Emperor, the 365 divine spirits charged at the demons like a pack of wolves.
In the Spirit Realm, they had already cleared out the vengeful and malicious spirits, which had allowed the gods to hatch. But their power only increased once they manifested physically in the real world.
Now, with the vast number of demons overrunning Los Angeles and the spiritual feedback generated by them, the gods were rapidly evolving and ascending.
No one saw it happen—because humanity was still drowning in the sea of unwanted knowledge.
Ironically, as the demons struggled to solve impossible equations, they died off one by one without even realizing it.
Allen merely needed to keep singing and dancing, keeping them entranced and restrained long enough for the gods to slaughter them.
As the gods ascended, they awakened divine powers, speeding up the cleansing of evil.
By the time humanity regained consciousness…
Los Angeles was already free of demons.
Sunlight once again bathed the sky, the hellgates sealed shut. Only the shattered ruins hinted that a catastrophe had once threatened mankind.
"Master, where are you…?"
Bruce, now awake, looked toward the rooftop, where the flags had long vanished—and so had Allen. All that remained was Barry the Flash, unconscious from hunger.
Having maintained Speed Force activation for so long without replenishing energy, Barry had collapsed into a state of shock.
Soldiers across the city slowly awoke as well, gazing at the now-silent streets with gratitude—they were alive.
Meanwhile, the government began a full-scale manhunt for Allen, aiming to capture and control him, hoping to use him as a deterrent against the world's superpowers.
After all, every person has a weakness. Once exposed, they can be controlled—through money, beauty, power. Everything could be laid at his feet.
Unfortunately for them, Allen was no longer in this universe.
He had quietly returned to his original one.
——
Arkham Fortress.
"Lefty, Righty, did you miss me?"
Allen held a red bat in each hand, scrubbing himself with foamy body wash.
His first act upon returning was to take a shower—after all, even the mentally unstable have to keep clean.
Not seeing his usual comedy trio came as a surprise. Joker, Penguin, and Riddler were often in the fortress scheming away.
What really puzzled him, though, was that King Shark (Nanaue) wasn't home either.
The guy had a wife now—he really shouldn't be out and about like that. Totally improper.
Still, Allen didn't think much of it. In his view, nothing beats the joy of a hot shower.
At that moment, in the new blood clan nest…
Lilith was strategizing for her clan's future when she suddenly felt an intimate sensation that made her pale cheeks flush red.
"That damned man… Why does he need to wash that part for so long?!"
The real-time feedback from their shared link allowed her to vividly feel its… shape.
Yet she dared not retrieve the missing part from him. She feared it might bring total annihilation upon her clan.
Still, she'd grown used to it. This wasn't her first time.
Leaning calmly against her chair, Lilith waited for the torment to pass. At this point, she might even be enjoying it.
Back in the shower, Allen rinsed off the foam and sighed in satisfaction. "Wow… I'm once again pure, flawless, and silky smooth."
He lifted his right hand.
"Little Righty, you want…"
Blushing, he averted his gaze from his own hand and shyly muttered, "Only once, okay? I don't want to wash all over again."
"Little Lefty, stop it—we've already broken up. We shouldn't be doing things this intimate anymore."
"Little Righty, you're saying a bit of body wash will make it smoother? You're so thoughtful."
With a mischievous grin, Allen squeezed more soap into his right palm, his expression full of expectation.
"Commander, sir."
"Ah—!"
Without warning, a full-body hologram of Unita appeared in the shower, startling Allen so badly he clutched his chest to cover up.
But alas—with only two hands, he couldn't cover all three critical zones. A small sacrifice had to be made.
"Unita-sen-sen… It's not what you think! I was just washing my armpits!"
Scrambling for an excuse, Allen declared with utter conviction, "Yes! Just my armpits! Stuff builds up there and bacteria love it!"
"I believe you unconditionally, Commander," Unita said with a cold glance. "But I have a report."
"C-Can you wait until I put some clothes on? Getting ambushed in the shower is very embarrassing…"
"I'll wait in the main hall."
Just before ending the projection, Unita solemnly added, "Commander, I suggest you pull it out and clean thoroughly. Prolonged buildup can cause infections. If you have time, consider a circumcision."
"…"
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