Chapter 1017: Schiller in 1991 (Part 1)

After Superego finished saying this sentence, Schiller didn't feel very surprised. After all, there were very few outsiders in this high tower. The Joker infected with the Joker virus counted as one, and the system that appeared suddenly back then naturally counted as one too.

After his gaze moved away from that corpse of Schiller on the table in front, it didn't fall back onto Superego's face, but looked at the chair behind the table.

That was not a very comfortable chair, and it wasn't an ordinary chair either. It was a metal fixation chair used in interrogation rooms in the 20th century, with locking buckles for fixation everywhere.

The entire room, except for a small light bulb with dim light hanging at the very top, had no windows. Schiller didn't need to look to know that the door behind him was closed very tightly. More importantly, Superego's smile at this time was not very friendly.

"If you want to entertain me, you don't need such tight measures." Schiller shook his head and said: "We are one person. If this is beneficial to me, I won't run away."

"But this is not to prevent you from running away." Superego tapped the tabletop with his fingertip again, looking at Schiller. Schiller paused, but his expression didn't change. He walked over and sat down. He saw Superego fiddling with the locking buckle beside his left arm and opened his mouth to say: "You wouldn't happen to think that I would have any psychological burden about the type of food, would you?"

"Guessed wrong again." Superego evaluated, and then he continued to explain: "This is to prevent some overly violent personalities from becoming excited halfway through."

After speaking, Superego looked back at the corpse of Schiller on the hospital bed. Schiller followed his gaze. He instinctively began to observe the condition of the corpse. From the outside, this corpse was wearing an ordinary shirt and suit pants. The wound surface of the missing limbs was very flat and should have been cut with precision.

This conclusion had just appeared in Schiller's mind when he suddenly denied his own thought again, because he discovered that there were some special traces on the wound surface of the arm that shouldn't have appeared, which made Schiller feel very uncomfortable.

He furrowed his brow and said with some disgust: "What exactly are you doing? No, stop your movements. Take the plate away. I won't eat this stuff. You processed it too ugly. My God, I'm having some difficulty breathing..."

Schiller's breathing really became a bit rapid, even worse than when his fusion wasn't going very smoothly before. Superego pursed his lips, walked around behind the chair, and fastened the locking buckle onto Schiller's right wrist, saying: "Look, this is why I want to fix you. That wound wasn't left by me."

Superego leaned down, wrapped the locking buckle on the side of his waist from behind the chair, and said: "You still remember that we encountered some trouble before, so I let Pathological go out, right?"

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Schiller turned his head to the side, trying hard not to look at the wound that had a problem. He nodded absent-mindedly. Superego continued: "Before he left, I was worried that his soul power wasn't enough, so I invited him here, wanting to use a sumptuous banquet to see him off."

"But you know, that guy always gets too excited when facing this kind of scene. I helped him cut the food and left, thinking he would sit there honestly and eat. But I didn't expect that he wouldn't be satisfied with the food on the plate at all..." Superego shook his head and said helplessly: "Do you think the small missing piece on the right side of the wound looks like a tooth mark?"

"Damn it!" Schiller cursed. He suddenly became very irritable and began to struggle continuously. Superego patted his shoulder lightly, and Schiller calmed down. But he was still panting, his tone low:

"That makes me feel very bad. He did something wrong to the point of absurdity and it's completely irreversible. I feel that I should leave here now and find some medicine to take. I'm really very uncomfortable..."

When facing another self, Schiller was always more straightforward. Superego shook his head and said: "I advise you to finish eating before going up. Your fusion has just been completed and it is precisely the time when you need to replenish your strength. And you should have thought of it too: Batman is no longer that easy to deal with."

"He doesn't matter at all. If it weren't for that curse, I wouldn't bother with him." Schiller's complexion became a bit pale again. He pursed his lips, lowered his head to the side, and completely ignored Superego's behavior of fixing him to the chair with locking buckles.

Superego reached out, pressed on Schiller's neck, pulled him backward, let his back lean completely against the chair back, and then used the locking buckle on his neck to fix his neck, saying: "The little guy in the asylum didn't want to take off his mask when he came here. When I moved, I was almost bitten by him."

"Of course." Schiller still lowered his head, only because the locking buckle was around his neck, he couldn't lean his body forward and could only lower his head slightly, looking at the ground, saying: "I said it, guilt is a good knife."

"We should all remember that during the time I was hospitalized, at first, no one noticed that the dosage of my medicine was not enough, which led to me having an episode and completely losing control, biting the nurse who had been taking care of me all along. She was just an ordinary person and almost died."

Superego continued: "That little guy is the product of that psychological trauma. So, from the moment he was born, he has always been unwilling to take off his mask."

"However, he has been much better recently, because he discovered that the Hippo Goddess was serious about introducing her daughter to him, and even Khonshu has this intention. They all hope that the Egyptian pantheon has a son-in-law who is strong enough... He has been hiding in the ward recently and not coming out."

Superego revealed a smile, prepared the food on the bedside table, and then stood by the table, beginning to prepare the food. And Schiller, who had fallen into an anxious state again, although his tone was weak, spoke very quickly:

"No, don't cut it like that, follow the muscle direction... Right, right, cut down right there... No, the cut is too deep, My God, you messed everything up. Throw that piece of meat away, I won't eat it!"

"No, I don't want that part. I'm not like Hannibal. I don't eat internal organs. That stuff is very fishy. You'd better leave it for that gluttonous guy who isn't picky..."

"Don't want facial muscle tissue, the fat content is too low, it doesn't taste good. Neck meat is not bad, but your processing technique has a big problem... You put it into the frying pan, you're crazy, pour it out quickly!"

"I have to say, your technique for cutting vegetables is quite good. Did you learn it from Batman? Your posture of putting meat into the baking tray reminds me of some vegetarians. I mean, it's not bad..."

"Clang!"

Superego knocked on the edge of the baking tray with a spatula, rolled his eyes upward, and looked at Schiller from above his eyes. Schiller looked at him without showing any weakness. Afterward, Superego lowered his eyelids again and said: "If you don't shut up, I will cut the meat above that wound you hate the most and give it to you."

"I said, this chair is used to prevent me from running away, right?"

After Schiller said this sentence, he didn't speak anymore, until Superego prepared all the food, then stood by the table, cut the food into complete squares with a knife, arranged them neatly on the plate, and then used the two central tines of a four-tined fork to pick up the food and send it to Schiller's mouth.

Schiller shook his head and said: "Don't think I didn't see it. You flipped this piece of meat one time less. Hurry up and take it away."

Superego took a deep breath, revealed a fake smile that didn't reach his eyes, put down the fork and knife, and then walked out of the room.

After a while, he brought a piece of black cloth, folded it diagonally again and again, folded the square cloth into a strip, then covered it on Schiller's eyes, and tied a dead knot behind his head.

"You think this is useful? You think I can't taste the flavor?" Schiller didn't show any weakness. Superego fed him another piece of meat. After Schiller ate it and chewed, he said: "This isn't the piece from just now. It should be the lower side of the brachioradialis muscle. Also, the heat is not enough..."

The fixation measures of this chair were very perfect. Neck, shoulders, upper arms, wrists, upper abdomen, lower abdomen, thighs, calves, ankles—all had locking buckles. Therefore, Schiller couldn't move at all. He wanted to make a relaxed posture, but because his back was too tight against the chair back, he still looked a bit stiff.

So, he could only pretend to be relaxed and say: "This proves your cooking is not bad. I think we can talk about the main topic now... I mean, the System."

"You can continue to express some opinions on my cooking. I don't care at all." Superego said while processing the food on a plate.

Schiller stopped talking. He ate another piece of meat Superego fed him. At the same time as the first chew, he opened his mouth and said: "Contains a bit of tendon, the texture is not bad, but the heat is lacking."

Superego's hand movement paused, but he still opened his mouth and said: "Since we were the first to wake up when we landed, didn't you discover some abnormalities?"

"I was the first to wake up, doesn't mean my mind was clear at the time. At that time, our souls hadn't fully adapted to this body and couldn't mobilize the brain to think, so we couldn't discover any abnormalities."

"However..." Schiller changed the subject and said: "I can make a deduction based on the images I saw at that time. First, the most important point is that the System landed earlier than us."

"Or rather, the System didn't come here bound to our souls, but stayed in the original body, waiting for our arrival. I guess you, who were the only one with consciousness at the time, should have discovered this point earlier than me."

Superego processed the food on the plate and said: "Indeed. At that time, none of you had consciousness, so you didn't notice that we experienced a long period of buffering when we came to this world, and after the buffering ended, the high tower fell."

"When the high tower fell from mid-air, on a desolate and blank earth, there was only one person, and that was him—the System, or it could be said, Schiller."

"Do you think he is the original Schiller?" Schiller asked: "I mean the real Schiller, not us outsiders."

Superego shook his head. Although Schiller couldn't see his movements at all, he could hear his attitude of denial from the time interval of his speech.

"I am very certain that he is not a soul, nor does he have any consciousness. In short, he is completely different from us. If I have to say it, he is just a force, a force so massive that we cannot imagine."

Under the cloth strip covering his eyes, Schiller furrowed his brow. Being able to be called a force so massive that it couldn't be imagined by Superego meant that this so-called System must have quite a background.

Without it, back then, Marvel Schiller performed a series of operations in Marvel. Just a wave after wave of member gifts provided countless magical energy for their souls. But Superego never cared. Whenever there was power income, he just calmly let Marvel Schiller send this power into the warehouse.

The warehouse in the Hall of Mind was very ordinary, and there were no security measures, nor did it need to be hidden. That is to say, Superego didn't care at all whether any personality would secretly use up this energy.

This kind of thing wasn't impossible to happen. After all, there were many personality fragments in the Hall of Mind representing negative traits, and they would all steal things, but they didn't want to do anything with the stolen things. This was just their nature.

In the eyes of anyone in any world, the energy Schiller obtained could be called vast as the sea. DC Schiller knew very clearly that even Dormammu couldn't turn a blind eye to the amount of energy Marvel Schiller had obtained. But Superego never cared.

However, Superego attached great importance to the System Schiller lying on the hospital bed, even specifically setting up the room storing him at the end of the asylum, letting Moonlight Schiller watch over him. This showed that this force had already reached a point where Superego couldn't afford the consequences of losing it.

And at this time, Schiller thought of another point, and Superego said like he had a tacit understanding with him: "That's right, the defensive measures I took were not to guard against you, but to guard against Greed."

"If Greed knew of the existence of this room, he wouldn't even leave a single hair for you."