Chapter 1276: Greed Has Bad Luck (Part 3)

"I think starting with mathematics was indeed a mistake," Batman said in the study of the Thinking Tower.

"There are two types of people in this world. One type leans toward abstract logic, while the other must have concrete examples to exert their wisdom," Stark said in front of the desk in the office of Stark Tower.

Soon, the dim light of the study and the bright light of the floor-to-ceiling window blended together. After the complex background receded, two desks were placed in the same space.

Shiler turned to the left first. Batman held up a piece of paper behind the wooden desk and said, "Physics is relatively more interesting among the sciences, and its application scenarios are wider. And among all scientific theories, the one I am most proficient in is physics."

"Of course, of course, of course, I was born for natural science!" Stark stood behind the desk on the right and said: "Or it should have been born for me. When I was born, all the physical laws in this world had to cheer."

"Physics is divided into many categories: mechanics, electronics, atomic and molecular physics, quantum mechanics, astrophysics, etc. Each of them is exploring the essence of matter and the laws of mutual motion," Batman's voice had a rhythm.

"This is the most romantic discipline in the world. It is truly dissecting every object around us, as well as how the whole world operates. If you yearn for the truth of this universe, you will inevitably embark on the path of physics." Stark's voice was gentle and slow.

"Next, I will expound on the basic definitions of the content covered by basic physics such as mechanics, thermodynamics, optics, electromagnetism..." Batman slowed down his tone, paused, and continued.

"Undoubtedly, the essence of physics lies in application," Stark nodded and said: "Observe first, then summarize, then apply."

Shiler's soul stood like a high wall between the two geniuses. The change of light between day and night could not stop these voices, whether rational or enthusiastic, low or high, from sounding.

I don't know when, Shiler's consciousness had already fallen asleep, but such communication did not stop.

They were teaching Shiler with their genius scientific thinking, and at the same time letting the other party teach themselves.

And those knowledge that wandered in front of the memory warehouse and could not enter the Thinking Tower at all were completely dismantled, crushed, and reorganized in the collision of the two geniuses' sparks of thought.

It became something newer, higher, and closer to the truth, and then they were sent into the high tower together.

And at the very bottom of the high tower, Pathology held a little boy holding a ball of gray mist, and they looked up together.

At the very top of the high tower, the huge phantom of Batman and the Iron Demon God looked at each other from a distance. Watching the surging wind and clouds above, Pathology knelt on one knee, looked into the little boy's eyes, and said:

"Everyone's true self is a manifestation of natural instinct. Unfortunately, the natural instinct of patients with high-functioning autism is to be overly focused on one aspect, causing attention to be scattered in all other aspects."

"Every autistic patient is a specialized genius. They only show amazing talent in one aspect, while in other aspects, they seem unable to take care of themselves. This is a gift, and also a curse."

"We can perform the reactions necessary for social interaction, but we cannot perform genius-like scientific thinking. We are not geniuses in mathematics or natural science; we neither have such thinking nor enough inspiration."

"But it doesn't matter. When our souls are synchronized with true geniuses, our ability to understand others' talents can come into play. Our thinking will tend to be consistent with the frequency of vibration."

"Arrogance synchronizes with Batman, Greed resonates with Iron Man, sharing a bit of genius's surplus from the talents of great scientists."

Pathology looked into the true self's eyes and said: "The consequence of our lack of this kind of thinking is not just an inability to engage in research in these disciplines."

"This kind of extreme rational calculation and the most fundamental yearning for truth should have been the reins for emotional madness. In the past, we lost it; now, we find it back."

"Stay focused, stay calm, let infinite data and calculations fill the brain, become a logic machine, no longer experience, no longer empathize, and embark on a completely different path."

"Balance personality with balanced thinking, and find back everything that pathology caused you to lack."

Accompanied by Pathology's low voice, Greed shuttled back and forth between the study and the surface consciousness. He seemed to have completely fallen into a semi-dreaming and semi-waking coma.

Batman and Iron Man both realized that they were talking to a great genius, so the content they discussed became increasingly profound, from bat equipment to iron armor, from energy to power, from history to the future.

They both desperately poured their knowledge and learning into Greed's traits, and only Greed's characteristic of accepting everything could accommodate this almost infinite wisdom.

Shiler became the link between the two great geniuses. Therefore, when the peak of the clash of gold and iron slid toward the slow and low end of the song, the two huge phantoms looked at the Thinking Tower at the same time.

They knew they should present the most precious gift to their friend, to the link between them, to the person who sent them here and let them meet.

Soon, a brick fell from the very top of the Thinking Tower that had long been unable to break through, and then many bricks. Bricks stacked layer upon layer appeared out of thin air and were steadily combined with the high tower.

One brick after another drew smooth arcs to where they should be. In an instant, the high tower had nine more floors. Those knowledge that could not flow into the memory warehouse were all stored here.

These boring and uninteresting data, difficult-to-understand symbols, and design drawings that ordinary people couldn't understand at all didn't need to change this world anymore, but should change their friend, making a specialized genius have one more path to take.

And after this, they still felt it wasn't enough. Therefore, when they stretched out their hands, thick gray mist rose from the bottom of the high tower and soon spread to their fingertips.

The gray mist cheered and jumped, circled around the top few floors, and let out a surprised hum.

And when the symbiote factor touched the vibration of the soul, every cell of his was trying to understand the amazing wisdom of the two geniuses.

The symbiote relies on the host, and when Shiler's thinking gradually moved toward balance, the gray mist finally made a breakthrough. He transformed those technical memories that originally relied on experience into true genius thinking and inspiration.

This means that he will not only know how to repair, but also how to create—not like a symbiote copying and modifying, but creating like a human.

In the end, the two huge phantoms greeted each other from a distance. They didn't obtain any technology from each other, but they no longer needed to obtain any technology.

When two geniuses shook hands and greeted each other in the same soul across the universe, no single technology was enough to describe such great understanding, and no language could describe such harmonious soul resonance.

And after the soul vibration gradually stopped, Shiler woke up suddenly. A clear sound came. Shiler instinctively twitched. He turned his head and saw a cup of warm water placed beside him.

"Who said Stark doesn't know how to take care of people?" Stark's light tone sounded in Shiler's ear.

"Thank you." Shiler rarely didn't retort sarcastically, but frowned and took a sip of water, saying: "Where did you explain to just now? What happened? Why do I feel a bit of a headache?"

"Nothing, you just fell asleep again," Stark narrowed his eyes lightly, walked back behind the armor display rack, began to debug the equipment, and said: "Seriously, I didn't know my voice was so hypnotic that it could make you fall asleep 12 times in half an hour."

"It's not your problem," Shiler shook his head and said: "Physics has full responsibility."

"If you want to say that, then I must admit it's my problem. Physics is innocent, and so is math."

"It seems I'm really not cut out for this," Shiler squeezed his brows together painfully and said: "You should have seen the symptoms of autistic patients in the case analysis. We just tend to have one talent and have extremely high focus in this aspect, but if we change to another aspect, it's easy to be distracted."

"Of course, I've seen it," Stark shrank behind the armor rack, debugging the connection of the lower parts, and continued: "Many autistic children will have amazing talent in memorizing words or artistic patterns."

"They can even draw the pattern of a whole city directly with a pen, including the details of every street, but sometimes they don't even know how to put on socks. Many people call them 'cursed geniuses'."

"But I think a genius is a genius; there's no such thing as being cursed," Stark shook his head and said: "Wisdom won't be cursed. Those so-called cursed expressions are just the shortcomings and imperfections that people originally have."

"I really didn't expect you to say this," Shiler was indeed a bit surprised. He took out a medical record book from his pocket and said: "Alright, teaching time is over. Next is psychotherapy time. What happened again?"

"Oh, right, you said before that you were like a peacock opening its screen in front of me, and I didn't notice at all, so you felt sad and aggrieved..."

"That's your hallucination!"

"Absolutely not."

"Then you were dreaming."

"Also impossible."

Shiler rolled his eyes, stood up, walked to the front of the armor display rack, sized up this armor nicknamed "Rebellious Son," and said:

"Before, there was also a guy who was this stubborn who broke into my room and pressed my head to study math. Ha, he finally got out. He must have been thrown out by the Superego. Unfortunately, I didn't see his miserable look..."

"No, he wasn't thrown out."

"How do you know?"

"I just know."

"Why?"

Shiler originally asked unconsciously and also glanced at Stark's face casually. And Stark, holding a wrench, stood up slowly, face to face with Shiler.

When the rich golden sunset outside the floor-to-ceiling window shone on Stark's face, those brown eyes were half like a lake with rippling light, and half like a dark and deep sea.

Accompanied by Shiler's shocked expression, Stark's body stiffened, and that low voice, unlike his own, echoed in the room—

"Because, I am Batman." ===== CHAPTER 1277 =====