Chapter 387-388 "Schiller's Bad Luck?" (Patreon)

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The coastline of New York is beautiful and there are many seaside hotels on the beach, most of which are high-rise buildings with good views overlooking the sea.

At this time of the season, the beach is not very crowded and few guests in the hotel have noticed that the fine weather suddenly became foggy.

A trace of mist swept past the coastline of New York, and two figures followed behind, as if chasing the air. At this moment, the sea breeze blew over, and the mist scattered like being blown away. With a sharp turn, it stopped at the top of the New World Hotel building.

Iron Man, wearing steel armor, also made a sharp turn. The jet noise and mechanical friction sounded at the same time as the armor landed. Seeing the gray mist on the opposite side condense into a human form, the face plate of Iron Man "clicked" and rose to reveal his angry face.

Soon, Captain America also jumped up. He shouted at the human figure formed by the mist: "Schiller! Stop!"

When Schiller reappeared, he was not wearing a black suit but a white doctor's uniform. He said helplessly: "I stopped. Will you listen to my explanation?"

Before he finished speaking, a micro missile flew over. Just as the missile was about to touch his body, Schiller turned into gray mist again and ran around New York.

Originally, Stark and Steve swept past the rooftops of major high-rise buildings in New York side by side. But soon, another figure joined them, Peter swung over with a spider silk and jumped up side by side with Steve. He turned his head and asked, "Captain! What's the matter? What are you chasing?"

"Peter! Stop him!!"

"Stop him?" Peter turned his head to look forward again, but only saw Iron Man flying in mid-air. He was surprised: "Are you fighting again? But this is New York! Captain, it may affect ordinary people!"

"Not Stark!" Steve said helplessly: "Didn't you see it? The mist in front!"

"Um... Actually I saw it a long time ago. Is that some new toy of Mr. Stark? Why can it fly? And fly in front of you?"

Steve ran while adjusting his breathing, and had to explain to Peter, making him seem a little out of breath.

"Peter! You...forget it, don't you know? That mist is Schiller!"

"Dr. Schiller?!" Peter was shocked: "What happened to him? Why did he become a mist????"

Peter's head turned back and forth, looking at the mist in front and then at Steve, not sure if he should believe this fact.

Steve spoke while running, panting a little. He coughed twice, slowed down, and then pointed ahead: "Peter! Catch up with him! Quick! I'm a little...can't run..."

Peter hesitated for a moment, but eventually chose to believe Steve. He shot out a spider silk and swung up, catching up with Stark flying ahead in a few strokes.

"Mr. Stark!" Peter shouted: "We can't catch up with him like this. We must surround him!"

Hearing Peter's voice, Stark finally sobered up a little from his anger. He suddenly realized that he was really stupid now. The mist in front of him didn't seem to be using full force at all. He was wasting energy.

Stark directly connected to the communication on Peter's Spider-Man suit and said, "Encirclement tactics."

"Received!"

It turned out that Spider-Man plus Red Bee's speed was terrible. In no time, the Schiller who was surrounded by Spider-Man who came around the flank was blocked. But he was not panicked at all. He turned aside to avoid Stark who rushed down, and then drifted to another direction.

"Do you plan to keep running like this?!" Stark shouted at Schiller through the mecha's loudspeaker.

"I brought a full five energy cores, enough to chase you around the equator! Jarvis can control the armor to cruise automatically, and I can sleep for a while on the way..."

Hearing this, Schiller seemed to make sense. Running like this, he would definitely not last longer than Stark, not because of physical strength, mainly because running day and night like this would be equivalent to working overtime day and night. He had just come back from vacation!

Suddenly, the mist stopped, then made a "bang" and turned into an arrow pointing at the building closest to the crowd.

Stark floated in mid-air with his arms crossed and slowly flew to the place Schiller was pointing. Seeing this scene, Peter felt a little familiar. A few seconds later, he suddenly realized: "Oh! Isn't this the gray mist that was peeking outside the window at the Stark Industries Expo that day?!"

When Steve, who was following behind, finally arrived, Schiller condensed into a human form again and said quickly: "Listen to my explanation."

Steve stared at Schiller's expression and asked, "Are you Dr. Schiller?"

"Isn't this obvious?" Schiller sighed: "I knew that guy wasn't so kind-hearted. When he persuaded me to go on vacation, I should have thought..."

He shook his head, seeming a little helpless, but the people opposite did not hear his muttering to himself. Stark opened his faceplate again, and there was still some anger that had not faded away. He said: "Schiller! You went too far this time!"

"I know that it is impossible for everything in this world to follow the rules. If that were the case, we might not be able to solve most of the troubles."

"So I don't mind some of your and Nick's actions, even though I know your means of doing certain things may not be so glorious. But someone has to do this kind of thing. I understand you."

Stark said very seriously: "But that doesn't mean you can raid S.H.I.E.L.D.'s base, kidnap hostages and threaten us, nor does it mean you can cooperate with Hydra to assassinate important figures!"

Schiller was about to speak, but Stark continued: "I know, it was your other personality who did that. But if one of your personalities is Hydra, it means you need treatment!"

Seemingly afraid of provoking Schiller's emotions, Stark walked closer and reached out, saying: "Listen, I'm also annoyed when some people say 'I do this for your own good' to me, but this time I have to say this..."

"Because we are friends, we must stop the dangerous behavior of that personality of yours to prevent you from being harmed."

When Stark was about to continue persuading, a portal suddenly opened in mid-air. Strange walked out of the portal angrily and said to Schiller: "You tricked me into doing experiments on the spaceship, and then blamed me for being Hydra. It turned out to be in order to bypass me and make a deal with Mephisto. This is a breach of contract, do you know that?"

Strange was obviously very angry, as if a lot of money had disappeared before his eyes. He waved his hand, and the circular ring behind him became more and more dazzling, as if about to fly over to Schiller. He said: "The legal team of the Sanctum Sanctorum is on their way. You must give me an explanation!"

Schiller was about to speak when suddenly the roar of helicopter rotors sounded in mid-air. Nick hung on the ladder lowered from the helicopter and shouted at Schiller: "You really know how to find a place! My best secret base was messed up by you. I lost tens of millions of dollars! Next time you want to do something, can you give us a call in advance?!"

"Schiller, you have to come back with us..."

"You owe me an explanation!"

"Explanation, I need an explanation..."

"Why did you do this?"

"What exactly is Hydra?"

"You went too far, you know?!"

"Stop!" Schiller said loudly. He took a deep breath and turned to Strange first: "Did I frame you? Wasn't your experiment on the spaceship successful?"

"Um..." Strange was choked for a moment. He said: "It was successful, but that's not why you framed me!"

"How did I frame you?"

"You..." Strange originally wanted to eloquently tell everyone what an intricate plot Schiller had woven just to make Iron Man and Captain America misunderstand him. But after reviewing this matter in his mind, he found that Schiller didn't seem to have framed him.

"In the Hydra organization, my code name is Doctor. So what? Aren't I a doctor? Or can there only be one doctor in the world?"

"But you deliberately misled me..."

"Then why were you misled?"

After that, Schiller said with his arms crossed: "Also, I breached the contract? I bypassed you to make a deal with Mephisto? Who told you that? If you really want to come to that conclusion, I'll take your share away..."

"Wait, did you say there's a share for me?"

"Otherwise, aren't you the supreme sorcerer?"

Strange's expression immediately became hesitant. He stroked the ribbon in his hand and the ring on his finger. Schiller continued: "Aren't you staying to discuss the profit sharing terms with me?"

With a "crackle", the portal opened and Strange stepped in. Before leaving, he didn't forget to say: "You'd better give me a price that satisfies me, otherwise..."

Seeing Strange leave, Schiller turned to Nick and pointed aside with his arm: "Get out of here! Otherwise, I'll call the IRS immediately to surrender for tax evasion and perjury, and then testify against you as a stain witness and apply for the witness protection program."

When the IRS was mentioned, Nick waved to the helicopter pilot without looking back: "Go!"

"Hey, Nick! Are you just leaving like that?! Do you really believe he will surrender?!" Stark looked up at the disappearing Nick. Nick shouted back at him: "Haven't you noticed yet?! He's a madman!"

Looking at the helicopter flying farther and farther until it disappeared, Stark was speechless. Then he found that Schiller had turned his head to him again. Stark shook his head and said: "Don't try to shake me. Stark will not compromise with you!"

Then he saw Schiller slowly put his hand into his pocket and take out a recorder.

"Click, I find that I used to be so stupid..."

"I find that I used to be so stupid..."

"I find that I used to be so stupid..."

"Do you think this can shake me? Your childish little tricks..." Stark snorted, and then he heard Schiller say: "I remember Miss Pepper's birthday should be coming up soon. This should be a very nice birthday present, don't you think?"

With a "bang", a micro-cannonball hit in front of Schiller. Stark flew up and said: "Give it to me!!"

"Enough!" Steve's voice came. He knew he had to stop the increasingly eccentric farce. He walked up, looked Schiller in the eye and said: "If you are really Dr. Schiller, you should cooperate with us."

"Your other personality says you are innocent, you are not Hydra, and you are our friend. So you should stand with us against the evil Hydra, right?"

"What do you want?"

"Come back with us, doctor, we will treat you."

"I swear, if you are really innocent, I will never hurt you or let anyone hurt you. I guarantee it in the name of Captain America." Steve said earnestly.

"I don't believe in the honor of Captain America." Schiller also looked Steve in the eye and said. He saw a trace of disappointment in Steve's eyes, and then he continued: "But I believe in Steve Rogers."

After that, he took the initiative to walk over and stood opposite Steve: "What do you want to do? Put handcuffs on me?"

"No." Steve shook his head: "It's precisely because I don't want to do this, don't want to use violence and a disrespectful attitude to treat you, treat an innocent person who has done nothing wrong, that I did not take direct action."

Schiller stared into Steve's eyes and saw that there was still un dissipated fatigue and vicissitudes there, not at all like Captain America's usual spirited eyes.

He sighed and said, "Steve, you know? Now that I'm standing in front of you and willing to surrender without resistance, it's not because you or Stark really have the ability to threaten me, but because of you, Steve..."

His tone became somewhat sighing: "Steve Rogers, a truly good man."

Ten minutes later, Schiller sat calmly in the only chair in the center of an office in the underground base of S.H.I.E.L.D. It was not an interrogation chair, just an ordinary armchair, so there was no restraint device. This was not an interrogation room, just an empty office.

But Schiller still sat calmly in the chair without moving. He just looked up at the dim light bulb, with a rather flat attitude.

His very cooperative attitude made Stark unsure of what to say. Schiller did not look at Stark standing at the door. He still looked at the light bulb on the ceiling and said: "I think you must be thinking now that if I fight with you, it will be more conducive to promoting the development of the matter."

"However, the plot of 'knowing each other through fighting and dissolving grievances with a smile' does not suit me. I don't like unnecessary consumption."

"If the consequence of a fight is that everyone can sit down calmly and talk, it is best to skip this laborious fighting process. Why don't you just assume we have fought and start talking directly?"

"Are you aware of your other personality?"

Schiller nodded but did not speak. Stark continued to ask: "Who appeared first, you or him?"

"It seems you have indeed studied a lot of psychology books. You have asked the key question."

"So?" Stark had a bad premonition.

"He appeared first." Schiller told the truth.

Stark's premonition came true. Upon hearing this answer, he closed his eyes hard for a moment and cursed in a low voice.

"So is he the dominant personality?"

Schiller shook his head but did not speak. Stark took a deep breath and said: "It seems that psychotherapy is more difficult than I imagined."

"I've told you long ago that if the patient is unwilling to cooperate, the psychologist can't actually do much."

"Why are you unwilling to cooperate? Are you worried about the means we will take to deal with your other personality?"

Schiller lowered his head and looked at Stark: "You haven't figured out a key problem. I'm not unwilling to cooperate, I'm just unwilling to cooperate with you because you can't cure me."

Stark walked over to Schiller and looked down at him from top to bottom, but did not feel any pressure on him. He said: "I know, after learning some theoretical knowledge for a few days, I can't even call myself a psychologist, but at least I can ask you about your symptoms, right?"

"Tony, like Peter, you are not suitable to be a psychologist." Schiller said slowly, turning his head: "This is not because you are not smart enough or because you have not systematically learned theoretical knowledge."

"Then why?"

"Because you are too sympathetic."

"Shouldn't a doctor be sympathetic?"

Schiller shook his head and said: "In a sense, sympathy is the fundamental motivation to become a doctor. It is precisely because of sympathy for patients that one goes to learn those complex and profound knowledge to treat them."

"But in fact, if you go all the way down this road, you will find that overly sympathizing with the patient's situation and empathizing with them will only destroy yourself."

"Not to mention..." Schiller looked up at Stark's eyes and said: "You are still trying to treat me now, Tony. This is dangerous."

His eyes made Stark want to back off, as if he was the patient sitting in the chair receiving treatment.

Stark realized that some theoretical knowledge described in the book was very difficult to apply in practice, for example, the superior posture did not give him confidence as a doctor, and the "patient" sitting in the chair receiving treatment was more like a doctor than him.

Just as Stark was about to say something, his phone rang. The screen showed Steve's call. He hesitated for a moment, then turned around and walked out of the office to answer Steve's call.

"Hey, I'm with Bucky here. You'd better come over."

"Why should I come over? To disturb you and your best old friend chatting?"

"I'm not kidding, Tony. Bucky told me how Schiller's other personality kidnapped him and... I can only say he's more dangerous than I imagined. Don't rush to treat him."

Stark hung up the phone. He turned his head and glanced at the quiet Schiller sitting there through the window above the office door. He put away his phone and strode down the corridor.

When he came to the ward where Steve and Bucky were, Stark paused before pushing the door open. At this time, he heard Steve's slightly serious voice coming from the ward: "Bucky, do you remember what happened recently?"

"Yes, I remember." Another hoarse voice came: "My memory is fragmented and confused, but some fragments have been circling in my mind..."

"Do you remember... Howard Stark?"

Just then, Steve heard the sound of the door being pushed open. Stark walked into the ward as if he had just arrived. Steve immediately stopped the topic and said to Stark: "You'd better come and listen to what Schiller did to him."

Stark stood still without moving. He glanced at Bucky and then at Steve: "Are you sure he's awake now? I don't want him to suddenly stand up and come up to one of us."

His tone was unfriendly, but Steve didn't mind. He said: "I was just about to say this. Do you want to know how he lifted the brainwashing?"

Stark looked up at Steve, waiting for his next words. Steve glanced back at Bucky and said: "Schiller not only kidnapped Bucky, he tortured him for six hours, then..."

Steve swallowed and his Adam's apple kept trembling, as if remembering something terrible.

"In six hours, he completely tore apart the personality brainwashed by Hydra."

"He nailed some wedges into Bucky's body..." Steve gestured, trying hard to explain the process clearly, but Bucky's hoarse voice came: "Some' is not very accurate. He used a full 40 or more wedges. "

"If I hadn't received special modifications, I would definitely be dead now. And died in agony."

Steve covered his forehead, lowered his head and sighed deeply. He said, "In any case, Schiller's personality is really too dangerous."

"Dangerous' is not very accurate either." Bucky's dry voice came again: "He's a madman."

"At first, he woke me up. I thought he wanted me to suppress that brainwashed personality myself, but later I found that he just wanted me to witness it all. He wanted an audience to watch his performance."

"He tortured that personality to madness before my eyes. I don't know how many pieces it was broken into, but in the end, he completely annihilated it."

Bucky's voice sounded numb, as if talking about something completely unrelated to himself. But it made Stark's back chill.

Bucky lay flat on the bed. He moved his eyes from the ceiling and looked at Stark. He said: "I remember Howard Stark. I remember I was ordered to stage a car accident to kill them."

"No, Bucky, don't say that." Steve turned around and stretched out his hand to stop Bucky from continuing. Stark walked over, stopped Steve's movements, and looked into Bucky's eyes: "Do you know who I am?"

"I know you're like him," Bucky said with his eyes closed. "The reason I brought this up is because after doing all this, the lunatic told me that if I saw someone like Howard, I should tell him all this."

"The persona that was brainwashed by Hydra died very painfully. Even as a bystander, it made me feel immense fear."

"This is why he woke me up before doing all this..." Bucky's hands gripped the railing tightly. "That persona has paid the price. Now it's my turn."

Steve heard an unusual meaning in Bucky's words. He hurried to Bucky's side, pressed his arm and said, "Don't do this, Bucky. I think we can talk about it..."

Bucky's expression has been numb, as if after years of being controlled, he no longer made expressions, but Steve saw determination in his eyes.

"Someone has paid the price for you," Stark glanced at Steve, then said to Bucky, "You should be glad that your friend, as always, chose to sacrifice himself when faced with a choice that had nothing to do with him."

Stark turned his head and said, "...An utter moron."

Bucky turned to Steve. He had guessed everything from Stark's words. He saw that Steve was in a very haggard state now due to acute anxiety symptoms and continuous insomnia. He had heavy dark circles, pale complexion, no color in his lips, and red bloodshot eyes. He didn't look like Captain America at all.

Bucky stared into Steve's eyes and said, "I've never seen you like this before."

"Sorry, I'm a little tired recently. Maybe I'll feel better after a good night's rest."

"No, I mean I'm glad the first person I saw after waking up was Steve Rogers, not Captain America."

Bucky's numb tone finally fluctuated a little. He said, "Forget the damn lies they instilled in you. The war is over, only the two of us are left."

Steve's arm started shaking uncontrollably again. The various negative effects of acute anxiety had not faded, causing his mental state to become very unstable and seriously affecting his physical control.

Stark promptly interrupted all this. He said, "Right now we need to discuss Schiller's condition."

"In theory, if that persona was also from Hydra, he had no reason to help Bucky get rid of the brainwashing." Steve sighed and said, "As I calmly thought about it on the way here..."

"If he really was from Hydra, what damage did he bring?"

Stark thought along the same lines. He said after thinking for a moment, "Although it suddenly became more difficult for us to deal with Hydra in the process, the end result was that we stormed into the nest of that tentacled monster and destroyed it completely."

"According to my monitoring, Hydra seems to have calmed down a lot recently. The previously endless cases have decreased a lot."

Steve stroked his chin and tried to focus his attention to think. He said, "Although he kidnapped Bucky, he helped him get rid of the brainwashing. If we ignore his somewhat violent means, perhaps only he could do it."

"But it can't be denied that he admitted himself that he was from Hydra, and the clues to assassinating key figures also pointed to him," Stark continued.

"But now he has retreated into Dr. Schiller's body. We can't use violent means against him. Schiller didn't do anything wrong... Right, is he willing to cooperate?" Steve looked up at Stark and asked.

"He said he is willing to cooperate, just not with me," Stark shook his head and said, "He said it's because treating him would be very dangerous, but I don't understand what's so dangerous."

"Tony, I don't mean to diminish your learning ability, but I think any subject can't be fully grasped just by learning theoretical knowledge for a few days, especially for professionals like doctors, who may require a lot of practical experience. So..."

"You don't need to be so tactful. I know I'm not a professional. Since he's unwilling to cooperate with me for this reason, I'll find him professional help."

Stark seemed determined to oppose Schiller. He picked up the phone and called Pepper, "Help me invite all the world-class psychologists and psychiatrists you can invite. I want to conduct a consultation for a seriously ill doctor..."

The next day, Steve and Stark stood silently outside the consultation room at Arkham Sanatorium, watching the scene inside.

"Hey, Tim, long time no see. Are you still wandering around Florida? ...What? You're married? Congratulations, how strange. Back when we were studying at Harvard, you were famous as a playboy. How did you change your mind?" Schiller patted a black doctor on the shoulder and said.

As the two of them chatted, another thin white doctor walked over and said, "Schiller, long time no see. How come you didn't tell me when you came to New York?"

The black doctor also said, "That's right. At the time, you had the best grades among us. Even if you didn't stay at the school, you wouldn't end up in a sanatorium, would you?"

"I was at the Presbyterian Hospital before, but someone was making trouble for me there. You know I came to hide."

"Professor Tyler, how are you here too? Is your health OK? Are you still teaching pathology?" Schiller turned his head and said to another old professor with white hair. The old professor was clearly in a bad temper. He said, "The manager of Stark Industries called my teaching assistant in the middle of the night and asked me to see a patient."

He sighed and looked Schiller up and down. "I didn't expect it to be to see you. What's wrong with you? Describe your symptoms."

"Professor, don't do this. I haven't taken an exam for a long time." As Schiller spoke, he saw another figure. He walked over and said, "Samantha, did you get an invitation too?"

"Dr. Schiller? I didn't expect to see you here. Don't tell me you're the object of this consultation?"

"That's right. Who knows what Stark was thinking?"

Stark poked his head in to take a look. Steve said to him, "Are you sure this is an expert consultation? I feel more like this is their class reunion."

Stark sighed and said, "This is normal. The top figures in a certain circle are mostly graduated from those few schools, either classmates, alumni, teachers or students. But it doesn't matter as long as the illness can be cured."

Soon, however, they heard the doctors talking in the room again.

"Samantha, has your obsessive-compulsive disorder improved? I remember the last time we talked on the phone, you said you adjusted the dosage. How's the effect?"

The blonde female doctor shook her head and said, "Don't mention it. I was a little busy at the time and didn't take the medicine on time, so it deteriorated a bit, but now it's much better."

"Is Hope still in the mental hospital in Los Angeles? Has his family considered transferring him to another hospital?"

"He's doing well in Los Angeles. His attending physician is the professor who taught him basic psychology. He can continue his studies during hospitalization. I wish I had this opportunity."

"Hey, Schiller! Come here, Professor Tyler is looking for you!"

After Schiller walked over, the old professor pushed up his glasses and said, "Stark didn't invite us to treat your loneliness. Your symptoms don't need treatment. Let me guess, your anxiety has deteriorated again?"

"A little, but not seriously. This time they may want to treat my dissociative identity disorder."

"Dissociative identity disorder? When did you get dissociative identity disorder too?" The black doctor Tim looked at him and said, "Do you remember Angel? He called me the other day and said his dissociative identity disorder was much better. He was always losing things when we were in school. Remember the dance? He almost lost his dance partner."

As they spoke, everyone laughed. The thin doctor said, "I guess the Stark who invited us has no understanding of psychology and psychiatry at all. Outsiders always love to make a fuss. As soon as they hear of a mental disorder, they think it's a fatal disease."

"There's no way around it. Many people still don't understand psychological and mental treatment." The old professor sighed. "You studied hard and refined your professional skills to eliminate prejudice..."

Outside the door, Stark said to Steve, "I don't think this is a class reunion, it's more like a patient exchange meeting."

"The hell, do you have to be sick to be a psychologist?"

"I don't think this is reliable at all," Steve concluded. "It looks like they treat each other often, but no one has cured anyone..."

Stark covered his forehead and said, "Forget it, it looks like this method won't work. Let's seek help from more professional people."

That afternoon, Stark and Steve came to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. To their surprise, when they explained their intention to Charles, he shook his head and refused their request.

Steve sighed, "Professor, I know mutants don't want to get involved in such matters. It may bring you more trouble. I understand the plight of mutants..."

"It's not because of that." Charles denied, "In fact, I'd be happy to help, but not in this case."

"Why?" Stark asked in great confusion.

"You want me to treat Schiller, but in my opinion, he can't be treated."

"What do you mean?"

"His condition... No, it shouldn't be called a condition. It's more like an ability that goes beyond the scope of illness."

"You can't ask me to cure an ability, just as I can't cure your intelligence or his strength. There's no need."

"Ability?" Stark and Steve looked at each other in confusion. They didn't understand what kind of mental illness could be called an ability.

"Maybe I can't explain it in a way you understand. If you can get his consent, I may be able to show you why."

"He said he was willing to cooperate with treatment. I don't think we need to ask again, do we?"

Charles shook his head again, "If you really want to do this, go to bed on time tonight. I'll come find you."

That night, Stark came to the Radiance Alliance base in the dream. He met Charles easily but didn't see Steve. He asked Charles, "Didn't you say he was coming too?"

"Yes, but... He seems to have insomnia. Do you mind if I give him a hand..."

"No problem at all. He definitely won't argue with you."

"All right." As soon as Charles finished speaking, a confused Steve appeared in the dream base. He held his forehead and said, "I must be too tired, otherwise how could I dream of Stark in my dream?"

Stark snorted coldly, "I said not everyone has the ability to control their consciousness in dreams."

In the next few minutes, Charles explained the current situation to Steve. Sitting on the sofa, Steve held his forehead and said, "So we're really in a dream now, and we're going to find Dr. Schiller through the dream?"

"That's right. I called him this afternoon and he agreed to our visit tonight."

"Visit? Why can't he come here?"

"You'll know soon enough."

Then Charles waved his hand. In a flash, they were outside the base. Thick white mist wrapped around them. The huge steel city Stark had built receded in their vision as they sped through the dream.

Soon, a small black dot appeared on the horizon. Stark squinted his eyes towards it.

In a few seconds, they quickly approached it. As they got closer, Stark and Steve saw that it was an enormous tower reaching into the sky.

In an instant, they came to the huge gates of the tower. Charles walked up and pulled the door ring. He knocked on the door. The door creaked open. Schiller, who opened the door, was wearing a white uniform. This relieved Charles.

He muttered to himself, "Thank God it's not the egghead from before. He was such a chatterbox..."

Stark and Steve stepped inside. As soon as they entered the tower, they were stunned by the sight before them.

It was a huge, bustling, lively and extraordinary tower stretching endlessly into the sky.

As far as the eye could see, the floors were endless.

At this moment, Stark and Steve finally understood what super ability Charles was referring to.

Schiller turned around, closed the door, opened his arms and said,

"Welcome to my mind palace."

Author: I wrote a long chapter because the plot was coherent and difficult to divide into chapters. I have a certain artistic pursuit of ending chapters.

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