Chapter 98 098 Three-Star Rating
Although Barry and Vladimir don't get along at all, they are quite compatible in some ways.
For example, their youthful appearances, their unbridled behavior, or at least their shared goal—to keep children in their innocent years.
For example, Vladimir's "Lolita," a high-level but almost non-lethal supernatural ability, is the most unsolvable reality-modifying ability in the supernatural ability category, while Barry's "Neverland" is a time-manipulation ability that is considered high-end even among supernatural abilities. But to be honest... these two really don't have any direct combat power.
Strictly speaking, both "Lolita" and "Neverland" belong to the category of control abilities, and quite powerful ones at that. If someone is controlled by these two abilities, there is no way to escape unless they have a nullifying ability user to help them.
Then, as always... the combat capabilities of these two are simply tragic.
Leaving aside the mention of "Lolita" several times, Barry's "Neverland" mainly operates by gradually creating a spherical control zone in the area Barry selects. Once fully controlled, Barry can control time within the spherical zone, accelerating or decelerating, moving forward or backward at will.
From an external perspective, the spherical area initially had a frosted texture, but when it became completely transparent, it meant that Barry had complete control of the area.
Initially, its hardness was roughly equivalent to concrete. It became harder as control increased, and once Barry had complete control of the spherical area, the ability layer could no longer be destroyed.
The process takes about four or five minutes, which isn't particularly long or short. However, it's a bit awkwardly slow for a direct confrontation.
After all that, what I really want to emphasize is that Barry's ability is one of the most powerful defensive capabilities in the world.
—Although it's not the original purpose of Neverland, it's definitely effective enough.
The attack from behind was Hawthorne's scarlet letter, the one coming straight at us was Mitchell's accelerated throwing knives after his weathering, and Mark Twain's barrage of shots.
All of these attacks hit Neverland and bounced off, without causing any trouble.
Steinbeck had no plants at the moment, so the grapevines couldn't help and didn't move. Loft, however, seemed to be a step behind, waiting until he saw everyone around him launch an attack before transforming his hands and assuming a charging stance.
The problem is a lack of enthusiasm.
Loft, whose perception is extraordinary: So Montgomery was in that box, wasn't he? What happened all of a sudden?
The group of people didn't suddenly lose control and attack; their leader, Fitzgerald, acted even faster.
I wonder how much money Fitzgerald burned in that instant. That punch that landed on Neverland was more spectacular than Mary Shelley's rampage. If Barry hadn't had the indestructible Exupéry acting as a brake behind him, he might have been sent flying like a "moby whale" by that punch.
The other members of the group were also furious, and seeing Fitzgerald make a move, they immediately followed suit with an attack. Although they didn't hurt Barry, they clearly expressed their anger.
If it weren't for Neverland blocking the way, Barry's brains would probably be splattered out, let alone his marrow.
Those who are ordered to cause trouble are not afraid at all. As long as they stay in Neverland and don't go out, even the Black Cat of Morgue Street can't do anything to them. Fitzgerald doesn't have any neutralizing abilities. No matter how strong he is, he can only kick Neverland like a ball, but in the end, he still can't hurt Barry himself.
As for Exupé... Exupé is even tougher than Barry, so ignore him.
While Mary Shelley of Neverland in Barry could at least exhibit some flexibility, the Little Prince of Exupéry was truly rigid and unshakeable.
Despite being surrounded, Barry continued to grin and joke, even holding up the huge box in front of him like a shield, saying, "Hey, still not satisfied? I even went to more than a dozen stores to buy enough white chrysanthemums to fill this box."
After all, it was a large box that could easily fit an adult. The baby-girl Montgomery was much smaller, and Barry had to visit quite a few stores to buy enough white chrysanthemums.
Then, Barry dramatically tilted his head in thought: "Ah, if you're worried about the blood staining the flowers, it's alright. Vladimir didn't even have any blood left this time..."
Barry's inner thoughts: Ah, so if you put superpowers on someone, there must be no blood left, right?
Barry felt that he had spoken the truth for the first time, and that he was standing on the moral high ground. For a moment, he was righteous and proud, and even his speech became more imposing.
However, given the obviously suggestive words just now and the arrogant attitude now... Barry might have had his bone marrow knocked out just now, but now, if more than ten centimeters of bone are left in the field, that would be a mercy from the combination.
Standing in front of Barrie, Fitzgerald punched Neverland again, slamming Exupéry, who was braking behind him, into the outer wall of the beluga whale. Exupéry barely came to a stop before his thighs were above the ground.
Fitzgerald's devilish aura silenced Barry, who could only hover arrogantly in the spherical area, trying his best to hide his unease with disdain.
“We understand your attitude very well.” Fitzgerald pressed his hand on Neverland, forcing the solid island to deform. “Now, please tell Christie that I will definitely pay her a visit at a later date.”
Fitzgerald practically bleeds as he pronounced the words "visit in person."
Loft, who sees through everything (probably): It's rare to see Fitzgerald so out of control.
Fitzgerald was a successful businessman, but faced with such blatant provocation and humiliation, he did not suppress his anger at all.
Realizing he might have gone too far, Barry's eyes darted around. Without a word, he hoisted Exupéry onto his shoulder and sped away.
Barry: Run! If our prank gets exposed, we'll get beaten up!
Before leaving, Barry thoughtfully placed the box on his desk to prevent any misunderstanding from causing Montgomery to be injured again.
In their pursuit of Barry, Mark Twain and Mitchell both took a few steps forward and moved away from the desk. For a moment, the person closest to the suitcase was Alcott, who was standing behind the desk.
Facing the mixed gazes from the group (only Loft looked bewildered), Alcott's hand trembled slightly as he reached out and opened the safety buckle on his suitcase.
Fitzgerald clenched his fist, noticing Alcott's trembling as well: "Alcott, that's fine. I'll open it."
“No need.” Alcott’s voice trembled slightly, as if she had already witnessed the terrible state inside the box, but she didn’t stop. “I have that kind of courage too.”
The group members wore expressions of sadness. Mitchell, who was standing relatively close, even instinctively covered his eyes with his fan, but then resolutely looked straight ahead.
Finally, Alcott's trembling hands lifted the lid of the box.
After being turned into a young girl, Montgomery was bound hand and foot and stuffed into a pile of white chrysanthemum petals for several hours: Ugh! (Let me out!)
Other members of the group: ...
Oh no, I've been tricked.
I've been thoroughly fooled.
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