YOH what is happening my people this is a new story I do not own DC or their characters. The back story of the MC and how he died plus his knowledge and abilities will be explain so chill and let it flow ✌️
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Chapter 1: A Week Before the Explosion
The alley smelled like rust, rain, and old electricity.
Astrix Snow opened his eyes slowly, not because he was calm—but because panic was useless when you didn't yet understand the board you were standing on.
Cold concrete pressed against his palm. Neon light spilled from the mouth of the alley, painting the puddles in sickly blues and purples. Somewhere beyond the buildings, Central City hummed—alive, ignorant, ticking toward something catastrophic.
Astrix exhaled.
Black hair fell loosely over his forehead, darker than the alley itself, absorbing the light instead of reflecting it. Rain slid down sharp cheekbones and a jawline too defined to belong to an ordinary man. His face wasn't handsome in a soft way—it was precise. Carved. As if someone had taken the concept of a predator and refined it until nothing unnecessary remained.
When he stood, the world didn't shift to accommodate him.
That told him everything.
"No system," Astrix muttered.
He tried anyway.
"Status".
"Open interface".
"Initialize protocol".
Nothing answered. No translucent screens. No artificial chime. No omniscient voice congratulating him on being "chosen."
Good.
He had no intention of becoming entertainment for some bored god " But me being here, alive there's a catch, at least not for now."
Astrix tilted his head upward, crimson eyes scanning the skyline visible between the alley's walls. They were dark—deep red, like dried blood under glass. Eyes that didn't burn with rage or madness, but calculation.
"If there are gods watching," he said quietly, "they'll be disappointed."
He didn't beg. Didn't pray. Didn't call out to higher beings to give him power in exchange for obedience. Those stories always ended the same way—chains dressed up as blessings.
Instead, Astrix stepped out of the alley and into the city.
The city was... lively at least compared to what he is used to.
Too clean. Too bright. Too confident.
Screens wrapped around buildings, broadcasting smiling anchors and shallow headlines. Trams glided over magnetic rails. People moved with purpose, unaware that their city was balanced on a knife's edge.
Astrix walked until he reached a street-side newspaper stand. The vendor barely glanced at him.
He picked up a paper.
CENTRAL CITY DAILY
Innovation Summit Approaches: Accelerator Test Set to Redefine the Future
His fingers tightened.
DC universe.
He scanned the date.
Seven days.
Astrix closed his eyes for exactly three seconds.
So it wasn't a dream. Not hallucination. Not some half-baked regression fantasy.
He was here.
A week before the accelerator explosion.
The event that would tear a hole through the city's future—creating monsters, heroes, casualties, and collateral damage that history would politely call "necessary losses."
"I wonder if it's truly alive in some universe the city usually has a spirit or consciousness."
"Still this universe is too chaotic".
Side characters died in explosions like that.
Astrix Snow had no intention of being one.
"Panic later," he murmured. "Plan now."
He folded the newspaper neatly and slid it under his arm.
By nightfall, Astrix had a temporary base.
An abandoned upper floor in a condemned tech building—its power was unstable, its network obsolete, and its security laughable. Perfect. No one monitored places like this anymore.
' I woke up with my belongings exactly before I died. Hmm at least my memories of this franchise is still fresh I will use some of the villain hideouts before I get somewhere to stay.'
He sat on the floor, back against a concrete pillar, laptop scavenged from a pawnshop humming softly in his hands.
' I don't have enough for a better computer and food so I guess I'll use this.'
Only then did he allow himself to think forward.
No system.
No divine sponsor.
No plot armor.
Which meant only one thing.
"Fine," Astrix said. "I'll build my own advantage."
His crimson eyes reflected lines of code as he began typing.
The city's greatest minds were obsessed with speed. Energy. Breakthroughs. Bigger machines. Louder experiments.
Idiots.
Information was the real weapon.
And intelligence—true intelligence—didn't need to explode to change the world.
The idea came together quietly.
" I'll create an artificial intelligence or at least a carrier for the real deal."
Not an assistant. Not a glorified search engine. And definitely not a sentient being begging for rights.
An artificial intelligence designed for prediction, simulation, and strategic inference.
One that could observe patterns humans ignored. One that could model future outcomes with ruthless efficiency.
Astrix paused, fingers hovering over the keyboard.
"Name," he said softly.
He didn't choose something grand.
He chose something functional.
"SYNARA"
The screen flickered as the initial framework compiled.
SYNARA v0.01 — Core Architecture Initialized
Astrix's lips curved slightly—not a smile. More like acknowledgment.
"You serve me," he said, voice low. "You work with me."
The AI responded only with silent processing.
Good.
The first night passed without sleep.
Astrix rewrote existing machine-learning models from scratch, stripping away inefficiencies, biases, and safety redundancies. He didn't need SYNARA to be polite.
He needed it to be honest.
By dawn, Central City's outdated network protocols lay exposed before him like a dissected organism. Traffic systems. Emergency response patterns. Corporate data flows. Public surveillance blind spots.
Gideon absorbed it all.
[Predictive accuracy improving.
Pattern correlation: 12.6% above baseline.]
"Not enough," Astrix said.
He stood by the crackedint and leaned against the window, watching the city wake up.
Seven days.
Seven days before a machine meant to "advance humanity" tore reality apart.
He didn't need to stop the explosion.
Not yet.
First, he needed to survive it.
Second—he needed to benefit from it. He was not going to just jump on the lightning and hope to be flash from the show he saw that the forces could be childish and petty so even if he and Barry were struck at the same time high chances he would die and Barry would live.
So he will not try to replicate any of the freak accidents he will try a different way.
By hacking account he got money to buy parts to create a processor and hard drive that would not limit SYNARA.
On the third day, SYNARA crossed a threshold.
[Emergent behavior detected.]
Adaptive inference module stable.
Astrix stared at the screen.
"Explain."
[I am beginning to identify variables you have not explicitly defined.]
He exhaled slowly.
"Good. That's what I built you for."
He didn't feel pride.
He felt alignment.
By the sixth day, Astrix Snow had vanished from every unofficial record that mattered.
No cameras lingered on his face long enough. No databases flagged his presence. SYNARA quietly nudged probabilities, altered patterns, and ensured that Astrix existed only in the margins.He created documents purchase everything have SYNARA hack government accounts to create a fake identity of a young aspiring engineer but limit by background and funds.
He did this precisely to throw of Sisco Felicity snow and anyone else who would look into his back ground he was not going to be normal. In a world of abnormalities normal is the abnormal so a plain background could not work.
That night, thunder rolled over Central City.
The accelerator loomed in the distance—a monument to human arrogance, glowing faintly against the clouds.
Astrix stood at the edge of the rooftop, black coat fluttering in the wind.
Midnight hair. Crimson eyes. A figure the city had no reason to notice.
Yet.
"Tomorrow," he said calmly, "the world changes."
Behind him, SYNARA processed millions of outcomes. It wasn't enough for him if he was to have it on earth (previous world) it would be the most advanced ai but here it wasn't enough gideon could process hundred of billions of out comes on top of having information on the timeline and multiverse.
Plus the only reason SYNARA was this advanced was because of the level of technology in this world.The information from institutions that attempted artificial intelligence those that succeeded and failed SYNARA absorbed them and incorporated them improving even further but it was not enough to compete with gideon.
So he created a plan to sneak into star labs take the earpiece version of gideon from the timevault.
"SYNARA what are the odds of succeeding with the plan?"
[Probability of Astrix Snow surviving the accelerator event:
14.2%]
Astrix smiled for real this time.
"Then let's improve the odds."