Barry placed one hand on a wheelchair and the other on a tricycle. Suddenly, two clusters of blue light shot out from his palms.
The blue light wrapped around both the wheelchair and the tricycle tightly.
Then, something unbelievable happened—
The two objects began to merge together. The wheelchair expanded to nearly four times its original size, while the tricycle transformed from a child's toy into an adult-sized vehicle.
That was Barry's dream ability — Fantasy Reconstruction.
"Not enough time to explain—get in, now!" Barry shouted as he hopped into the driver's seat, urging the others not to waste a second.
For the sake of his teammates, this was his last-ditch gamble.
Once everyone was on board, Barry started pedaling furiously. Through the hinge system, the wheels turned and the vehicle shot forward down the mountain road.
Whooo—whooo—whooo!
The sound of a train's whistle grew louder and louder as the hybrid vehicle picked up speed, racing toward the mountain's midsection.
"Push harder! Go! Go!"
Barry's legs moved so fast they left afterimages. Sparks flew from the spinning gears, and smoke poured from the friction of the wheels.
At that moment, the "Wheelchair Express" driven by Barry reached top speed, the scenery blurring around them.
The wind howled across his face, so sharp it felt like his skin was being peeled off.
"Slower! For God's sake, slow down!"
"Aaaahhhh!"
"Damn, we're flying— I'm gonna pee myself!"
"Hang on, kids! Uncle Barry's about to drift!"
With an insane twist of the handlebars, Barry forced the six-passenger contraption into a sharp turn that defied physics.
"Waaaaaah!"
Screams filled the air behind him.
"Blegh!"
A cloud of vomit misted backward in the wind.
"I'm... I'm seeing my grandma again..."
"Hold on, Will!"
Toot toot—!
A mechanical roar echoed from behind. The train was closing in.
Freddy leaned out the window, laughing wildly. "Hey there, little kids on the wheelchair express! If you don't move, Uncle Freddy's choo-choo train won't be so nice anymore!"
"Go faster! He's catching up!"
Barry didn't reply—he just kept drifting, controlling the vehicle like a man possessed. The winding road ahead was full of sharp turns—
Time to show off some real skill.
That rickety wheelchair-car roared like a sports car, sliding through the turns with lightning speed.
Passengers were tossed around like rag dolls, but the distance between them and the train widened.
"Hold on—one more curve and we're almost there!"
He tried to sound encouraging, but no one could respond; they were all too busy trying not to lose their brains.
Freddy's laughter echoed again, sharp and manic.
"Barry! You can't win! That pathetic dream power of yours? Not even close! Time to end this! Hahaha!"
"Emergency energy boost—activated!"
"What?!"
Barry's eyes widened as the train's body shook violently three times, each with a thunderous boom. One by one, the train cars detached and exploded, turning into a blast of rocket-like propulsion.
The train burst forward in a storm of sparks, closing the gap to less than a meter in an instant.
It was time for his final move—
Whirlwind Spin!
The wheelchair-car suddenly spun like a cyclone, twisting at an impossible angle to speed through the curve.
BOOM!
The train's engine, now like a fired cannonball, slammed into the back of Barry's vehicle—sending it and everyone aboard flying off the road.
"Nooooo!"
The whole crew plummeted into the bottomless gorge below.
---
White and green colors blended to form the palette of winter.
In a quiet town by Crystal Lake, a public trial was about to begin.
The townsfolk gathered like a sea of dark clouds, their anger thick in the air.
At the center stood a handsome young man—his face and build identical to Barry's.
But now, he looked like a criminal, surrounded by a mob ready to tear him apart.
"You lied to us! You're no hero—you're a monster!" someone shouted.
An old mother cried out, "My son is dead because of you! Why didn't you save him?!"
A righteous-looking cop pointed a gun at him. "Demon! You belong in hell—with Jason!"
Children glared at him with disappointment. "You're not Ultraman. We don't like you anymore."
The crowd roared:
"We don't need you!"
"You tainted our town!"
"Kill him! Kill the demon!"
Barry stood there silently as their insults poured down like acid rain—
words of hate, disgust, and betrayal.
To them, he was evil incarnate.
A monster who deserved to die.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Rotten eggs splattered across his face, the sticky yolk dripping over his obsidian eyes.
That was the spark that lit the mob's fury.
They raised hoes, shovels, harpoons, sticks—even bricks and beer bottles—
anything they could use as weapons.
Then, they all charged.
Their faces twisted with madness and hatred.
Clang!
The sharp sound of metal echoed through the chaos.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
White bone blades flashed.
They sliced through the mob's weapons like paper, cutting through flesh and bone.
Barry moved like a reaper—no hesitation, no mercy.
The mob's courage shattered under his brutal counterattack.
They screamed and ran, slipping in blood and mud.
"How could you?! Weren't you supposed to protect us?!"
"Why are you fighting back?! Just die already!"
Barry ignored them completely. "Whining cowards," he muttered. Mercy was not part of his vocabulary.
If you stood with him, you were his ally—
If you stood against him, you were his enemy.
And enemies only got one thing—pain.
Moments later, no one was left standing.
Those who didn't flee were dead on the ground.
"I did the right thing," Barry whispered hoarsely. "So why do you force me... Don't you want to live?"
No one answered.
Then suddenly, everything froze—
The wind stopped, the noise vanished, and the world around him shattered like glass.
When the fragments cleared—
He was standing in a mansion.
A massive, luxurious villa—its first floor alone stretched over a thousand square meters.
Dozens of staff stood by in silence, awaiting his orders.
By the pool in the courtyard, dozens of stunning women in bikinis lounged around, giving him teasing smiles and flirty winks.
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