Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 109 Human Body Overclocking
  But when the 'book club' officially started, the smile on Dick's face was completely dull.

How did he think that he dared to enter the field of study and academic discussion with these two non-human beings?

This horse riding?
  A golden electric light lingered all over his body, and his whole body shook into a blurry afterimage. The books in his hand were carried one by one without any pause, just like the banknotes on the assembly line of the money printing machine.

The other one remained human for the time being, but when he completely put away the shyness that was infected by kindness - hell! This guy didn't even have to open the book!

Basically, you touch a book with your hand, pause for a few seconds, pick it up and put it aside, and then immediately reach out to touch the next book.

What kind of book club is this?

This is a Gouba reading club!

During the whole process, the two people would stop to exchange technical terms that Dick didn't understand at all every one or two minutes. Then one person would probably convince the other, and the other would frown and turn to the book to verify.

When the book club lasted about ten minutes, Barry's side had dozens of finished books piled up, and Terry's side had piles of books that were almost half as thick as Barry's.

Then Barry quickly left his seat, brought over a huge whiteboard, and wrote down a lot of dense calculation formulas.

Terry was still concentrating on calculating the physics formulas, and it took him a long time to stop writing and look back.

Dick lowered his head in confusion and saw that he had barely finished reading the title page of the first book.

Barry withdrew from the Speed ​​Force, and his lips, which were full just now, were now dry and peeling: "Sugar and moisture, I need a lot of sugar and moisture, thank you!"

Then he returned to his decadent look and left the Midtown Laboratory.

"Um, do you need anything to drink?"

"Coffee, soda, and preferably some high-calorie foods, I feel that the brain consumes energy at a ridiculously fast rate."

Barry occupied three of them, Terry one, and was writing and drawing in a loud discussion.

"Haha, take it easy, don't think too much and lose all your hair in one night!"

But then, he discovered that the pile of books previously placed on the table had disappeared, leaving only a few particularly thick books and a large pile of paper drafts filled with black fonts lying on the open space. There are also three more whiteboards.

Half an hour later, Dick regained his mood and returned to the Midtown Laboratory with large and small bags of food.

Dick made a desperate discovery.

He even had a hard time reading the introduction to the research topic at the front of the book, half understanding it.

Dick's expression froze, he gritted his teeth and sneered.

Then Barry continued to return to his seat and read the book. After about five or six minutes, Terry also stood up and walked to the whiteboard, picked up the pen, and aggressively began to complete Barry's formula.

In the end, he could only sigh helplessly and stand up with a weak look on his face.

He couldn't join in the two people's weird activities at all, because he couldn't even understand the first line of the formula written by Barry.

Then he stared at Dick with doubtful eyes: "By the way, why didn't you participate in a word of the discussion just now?"

The computer screen that had not been turned on before also lit up, and at the same time, several strange-shaped instruments were moved and put aside by some unknown method.

Dick found an opportunity to put down the food in his hand and scratched his not-so-smart head: "The book club is over?"

Barry took the time to look back, his eyes lit up, he rushed over and drank two glasses of Coke, and then emptied a bag of chicken popsicles at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye. Then he looked for a tissue to wipe his hands and nodded in reply. “Yes, we already have a rough idea.”

Barry pointed to a circular sketch on the second whiteboard at his end.

"I have a general understanding. As a newly debuted superhero, Terry's friend has good defense and offensive methods, but his mobility is a shortcoming, so we started from this idea..."

Then Barry spat out a lot of professional terms again. Dick's eyes widened when he heard it, and he felt like his soul was out of body for a long time.

"Since you have a super physique and unparalleled recovery ability, the design in many places can be bolder."

Barry pursed his lips, dug out some high-sugar foods from the food pile and ate them.

"We plan to design a human overclocking device based on the impact of the Speed ​​Field on me."

After hearing this, Dick's soul returned to his body in a daze, and his eyes began to focus again.

"Human overclocking device? What do you mean?"

Barry frowned and thought for a moment.

"For example, if you wear the device we predict, it can probably increase your speed to the speed of sound, and at the same time give you a comparable reaction speed - but after using it for more than half a minute, you will feel Death from excessive muscle damage, or the best outcome would be to become a vegetative state due to overload of the human nervous system."

Dick was shocked: "Isn't this a little too rough?"

Barry also seemed to have a headache. He scratched his head and grabbed another bag of potato chips and opened it.

"I asked him repeatedly, and he said that his friend does have super physical fitness and super healing ability, and his nerve reaction speed alone can reach about twice that of normal people. This shows that the upper limit of that person's nerve load is at least that of ordinary people. About five or six times.

Theoretically speaking, there is no problem in using such a device for people with this kind of physique, but they just need to replenish energy by eating a lot like me. "

Barry glanced at Terry, who was immersed in research at the moment, and grinned.

"He said he wanted to design it faster! He said he had to think about it for the future. It sounded like his friend would evolve."

Barry raised his head with some emotion, seeming to be looking up at the sky through the ceiling.

"This reminds me of when I was a kid, my mother always told me to buy bigger clothes for me, saying that I would be able to grow taller in the future."

Dick nodded silently. After all, he was not very clear about Bai's situation, which should only be a person's personality. But judging from Hei's previous performance, Hei himself should not have such an ability.

You can't be guilty just to commit suicide, right?
  Um? wrong?

Dick stared at Barry, who was holding another cup of coffee.

"You actually took out so much information about Bai from his mouth?"

Barry was stunned: "Oh~ the one he wants to send is Bai - wait, who is Bai? Why do you use the word intelligence?"

"nothing!"

Dick showed an expression of entrustment and held Barry's shoulders.

"Keep up the good work! When Batman finds out, I have to say thank you to you next time the Justice League meets!"

(End of this chapter)