Chapter 1018

Schiller's chewing motion paused, then he said, "If you really want to keep him out, I suggest you put this room behind mine. You should know that the little guy can't stop him."

"I have the same intention. After all, to stop a personality trait like greed, which is the root of human nature, only complete arrogance can do it." The Superego used a fork to pick up another piece of meat and fed it into Schiller's mouth.

"When the tower descended, what I saw was not a person, but a vortex and a black hole. Or rather, this power had become so massive that it created a singularity within this flesh."

"I don't know if this can be described by scientific principles, but that was my impression at the time, and later, its power indeed did not disappoint me."

"When I discovered that this power could be used at my will, the first thing I did was use it to repair our scarred Tower of Thought. I think there shouldn't be any problem with that. After all, although scars represent a kind of memory, if they can be repaired, a brand-new tower is prettier."

Schiller nodded, acknowledging the Superego's point. The Superego continued: "Then, I began to think about how to use this power to solve the problems we urgently need to address, which is how to establish ourselves in the world of comics and ensure our own safety."

"Of course, I also had to think about another problem, which is that this matter cannot be known by too many personality fragments, especially Greed, Morbid, Gluttony, etc., which are the personalities that might swallow this power in one gulp."

"You don't need to mention other personality traits; only Greed would be that crazy. If he knew, even if it meant bursting himself, he would definitely swallow it."

"Sometimes, some of his behaviors really make me reflect: how could I be such a greedy person?" Schiller shook his head and said.

"Therefore, when I formulated the strategy, I had to satisfy two requirements: solving the safety problem while not letting Greed detect any abnormalities."

"Fortunately, you are two personality traits. Although Greed has a stronger driving force, he is not interested in analysis and puzzle-solving; he acts more on the instinct of greed. So, just a reason that fits our common sense and is plausible is enough to cover up this power."

"So, you created the standard system for transmigrators." Schiller said, but he thought for a moment, then added: "No, that's not right. The system you created has the ability to chat with characters from other worlds. How was that done?"

"I already said, this power is more like a singularity compressed to the extreme. It has a qualitative difference from the power Greed-Schiller brought back. Those other powers are more like energy, while this power has the ability to alter reality."

The Superego turned his head to look at Schiller, who was sitting in the chair. He frowned and said, "Your breathing frequency is too fast. It's better to calm down. It doesn't have the ability to let us go back."

Schiller panted for a while, struggling to calm down, and then the Superego continued: "Just as you speculated, those system prompt sounds you heard were all me speaking."

"And because of this powerful force capable of distorting reality, it really can enable us to communicate across worlds, and even replicate other people's abilities... Oh, no, perhaps not replicate, it's just that I used this power to create abilities similar to others based on your actions."

Schiller paused again, then said: "No wonder the system you created doesn't have any flashy functions, not even a shop, let alone functions like wheels, draws, or exchanging items."

"If I wanted to, I actually could have done it, but we both know that was unnecessary. I didn't even cover this up. I know you called the system several times later, but there was no response because I didn't want to bother with you."

"Actually, it's because we are very safe now, right?" Schiller speculated: "Your disguise has no sincerity, but perhaps no sincerity is needed, because Greed won't look into it in detail."

"No, I'm afraid his greed exceeds your imagination." The Superego shook his head and said: "Although life in the Marvel Universe was easier, he didn't idle away his spare time."

"When we first arrived there, Greed used all his spare time to look for traces of the system. I even saw the green light in his eyes and the drool at the corners of his mouth."

Schiller revealed a gloating smile and said: "You wouldn't have been playing guerrilla warfare with him for so long, would you?"

The Superego also revealed a helpless smile and said: "Actually, I was in a more pathetic state than you imagined. Seriously, the Joker's appearance saved me. After that madman arrived, Greed thought he was too noisy, so he didn't go out much."

"I already said he is the craziest among us. He only pursues endless acquisition. No matter what he acquires, and no matter what he intends to use it for after acquiring it, he only enjoys the pleasure of the moment of acquisition."

The Superego sighed and said: "However, this power is not infinite. As you have seen, cross-universe communication is nothing, but the key is that creating these abilities out of thin air consumed quite a bit of power."

The Superego looked down at the food on the plate and said: "What you can consume is but a drop in the bucket, of course, with the exception of Greed and Gluttony."

"We have finished stating the facts; next, we should proceed to deductions." Schiller took the initiative to open the topic. He swallowed the food in his mouth and continued: "Where exactly does this power come from?"

"I can be certain that it is related to the original owner of this body." The Superego stated a very certain conclusion. He continued: "Before we arrived here, this power already existed in the body. It didn't come with us, but was originally there."

"Precisely because its origin is unknown, after solving the initial survival problem, I was unwilling to use it too much. Those who come here to dine are mostly relatively powerful personality traits, ensuring that even if there are any impurities here, they won't control or pollute you."

Schiller thought carefully and said: "Remember the things in our subconscious? Feathers, scales, perhaps in the deeper parts, there are more. Those are not things we acquired. It is very likely that, like this power, they originally existed in the body and later infiltrated our consciousness."

"But the clues we have now are too few. According to the vague memories we have acquired, there are no clues, and the original Schiller's life trajectory shouldn't have been able to acquire such a powerful force. It makes no sense logically." The Superego said while thinking.

"Could it be related to the KGB?" Schiller squinted his eyes and said: "In the original Schiller's life trajectory that we have learned about, the most suspicious part is his experience in the KGB."

At this moment, the Superego had already put down the tableware and began to undo the locks on Schiller, saying to him: "So, you must surface to the conscious mind now. Do you know who caused the explosion earlier?"

"It wouldn't be the KGB, would it?"

"Congratulations, you guessed right. Furthermore, you are the most polite guest I have ever invited to dine, and if you could just shut up from beginning to end, that would be even better."

Schiller tilted his head, exposing the side of his neck, letting the Superego open the lock on his neck. He spoke with his head tilted: "Greed wouldn't have the time to speak when he comes here. If you like this kind of silence, I will help you convey it."

"No need." The Superego unlocked the last lock, but Schiller did not stand up from the chair. Instead, he picked up the napkin beside him to wipe his mouth, arranged the plates, knives, and forks on the table in front of him meticulously, and only then stood up.

As he walked toward the door, he said: "You should know that my politeness is built upon the electric shock function of the locks. Thank you for not activating it."

The Superego watched Schiller leave and said: "You must know, to deal with some overly violent personalities, one must always have some corresponding means. Otherwise, what you see on that wound wouldn't just be a tooth mark."

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After Schiller left, he took the elevator directly to surface to the conscious mind. As soon as he woke up, he found himself lying on a soft bed, and the ceiling was the familiar hotel drop ceiling.

He tilted his head and saw a strange man's face: brown hair, gray-blue eyes, and deep eye sockets. Therefore, his gaze carried a mystery hidden in the shadows. Or rather, this kind of expression, gaze, and temperament often only appeared on one type of person.

"Who are you?" As soon as Schiller spoke, he found his voice was incredibly hoarse. Thus, he lay on the bed and coughed twice, took the water glass from the man's hand, drank some water, and leaned against the pillow the man had just propped up.

"Soviet Committee for State Security." The man sat on the chair beside the head of the bed, looked at Schiller, and said: "Andropov Zvyevsky, you can call me Andro."

Schiller coughed twice more and said with difficulty in a dry voice: "You are the KGB? Why did you kidnap me?"

"Mr. Schiller, we heard that you, as a revolutionary mentor in Zhongmeizhou, were arrested by the FBI and went missing. We would never abandon any comrade, so we sent people into Cat Getan to search for your traces and finally brought you here."

"I think you found the wrong person. I am just an ordinary university professor. I still have two papers waiting to be published. Can you send me back?" Schiller said expressionlessly.

Andro lowered his head, revealed a smile, and then said: "Professor Schiller, let's speak plainly. From the moment you failed to contact Moscow on time—that is, the moment you lost contact—you were already on the KGB's wanted list."

"And this time, no matter what your purpose was in taking the identity of the Central American revolutionary leader, Moscow cannot easily trust you again."

"So, I need to remind you in advance: this time, I am taking you back to Moscow to report for duty. You will inevitably be interrogated. You were once our comrade, but you should also know that every comrade who has carried out long-term infiltration or has had experience as a double agent cannot avoid this process. Not to mention, you have been out of contact for a long time."

Schiller turned to look at him. Andro's expression was very calm, as if he had said these words several times before, but Schiller also said expressionlessly: "I already said, you found the wrong person. I have no connection with that country across the ocean, and I have never joined any KGB. You bringing me back to Moscow is just a brutal kidnapping case. If I can get away, I won't hesitate to tell all of this to the reporters."

Andro ignored what Schiller said. He just walked to the door and opened it. Another female agent glanced at him and said: "The plane is ready. Prepare to transfer in ten minutes. Be careful to watch the target person; after all, this is Cat Getan."

Andro looked back at Schiller, just about to speak, when he heard a commotion suddenly come from downstairs. Both of them pulled out the pistols at their waists simultaneously. The female agent rushed out, and Andro took a step back, keeping an eye on Schiller.

A fierce burst of gunfire came from downstairs. Andro rushed toward Schiller quickly, wanting to use him as a hostage, but the next second, the window glass shattered with a "pop."

Schiller turned his head to look at the person who rushed in, but it was not the Batman or Superman he had expected, but another strange face.

The person who rushed in knocked Andro down from behind. Another team of people rushed in through the door. The man holding guns in both hands put his pistols back into the pockets of his trench coat, turned to look at Schiller, and said:

"Sorry, we're late, Director."