Chapter 15

In a ghost place like Hell's Kitchen, theft cases were countless, but Schiller had never heard of any thief in Hell's Kitchen who would specifically target cakes. It wasn't just cakes, but also the coffee powder, soda crackers, and jam Schiller had prepared.

Was this thief a reincarnated starving ghost? Stealing four pounds of cake a day wasn't enough; he also had to pair it with half a catty of soda crackers, two cans of coffee powder, and three bottles of jam.

He wasn't afraid of stuffing himself to death, Schiller thought.

Of course, although what was lost wasn't anything important, Schiller still had to catch this thief and figure out how he stole the things.

Schiller set a trap, using the cake the thief liked most and a little bit of fear toxin, and placed it in the warehouse in this building where he went least often, waiting for this thief to take the bait.

While waiting for the bait to take effect, Schiller wrote in a notebook the story he would use to fool the Ancient One next.

Instilling the concept of the King in Yellow into the Ancient One wasn't Schiller shooting without a target. In the worldview of the Marvel Universe, there were countless cosmic demon gods, such as the Trinity Vishanti, whose power the Ancient One used.

The origin of Cthulhu in Marvel was relatively scattered. Some said it was the incarnation of nothingness, and others said it was the blood and tears of the universe. They weren't a unified race, and they basically looked strange and varied.

And true Cthulhu literature was more systematic. Everything started with the Demon Sultan Azathoth, but what Schiller mentioned to the Ancient One was another system, which was a cursed script that Chambers had fictionalized in his short stories—"The King in Yellow."

The settings in this script were more illusory and romantic than the Cthulhu mythos. In the distant Hyades star cluster, on Hali Lake in the ancient city of Carcosa, an ancient Outer God, the King in Yellow, was imprisoned. He witnessed the fall of two black suns and was later set as the representative of "Wind" among the Great Old Ones, becoming a mortal enemy of Cthulhu.

And what people were most familiar with was a mark unique to Him in the setting of the King in Yellow—the Yellow Sign.

But actually, none of this was important. What was important was that Schiller needed a reasonable identity to talk to the Ancient One.

He could use the identity of a psychologist to talk to Stark, or play the role of Spider-Man's life mentor, or it wouldn't matter if Daredevil treated him as a criminal.

But the Ancient One was different. If Schiller didn't have a sufficiently mysterious and powerful identity, this powerful Sorcerer Supreme wouldn't listen to him.

Since Schiller had read the comics, he knew that in the worldview of the Marvel Universe, there were also Great Old Ones. Now that he had reminded the Ancient One, if the Ancient One went to verify it, she would find that everything Hastur, played by Schiller, said was true. There had been a group of blind and idiotic Great Old Ones imprisoned in extra dimensions, but no one knew if they would return to Earth.

As long as the Ancient One had three points of belief in the identity of the King in Yellow played by Schiller, Schiller could get a lot of information he wanted from the Ancient One.

While waiting for the thief-catching trap to take effect, Schiller intermittently completed the settings related to the Hyades star cluster. After all, to fool the Sorcerer Supreme, his identity background had to at least be self-consistent.

And that thief didn't make Schiller wait too long.

On a dark and windy night, Hell's Kitchen rarely had no gunfire. Schiller was lying on the bed, half-asleep and half-awake, when he heard a huge noise coming from the warehouse downstairs.

He immediately woke up, knowing that the trap he had set had taken effect. He really didn't expect that he could actually catch this thief with just a piece of cake.

He tiptoed downstairs without turning on the lights, because if the other party was armed and found him coming down, they would definitely aim at this side in advance. For his own safety, when he walked to the other side of the corridor, he planned to use flash to teleport directly over, which could catch the other party off guard.

Just as he was about to flash, he suddenly found that the warehouse door had opened. Could it be that this thief hadn't been controlled by the fear toxin? And could even open the door and walk out by himself? This was a bit bad.

Schiller gave up the plan to flash, because once he teleported over, not only would the thief react for a while, but Schiller himself would also have about two seconds to accept the strange environment. Every time he teleported, it was like this.

He found that the thief didn't seem to have discovered him. He tiptoed against the wall and walked along the corridor, only to find an extremely short figure, about the height of a human's calf, and round, walking out of the door crack. While walking, he complained: "Damn it! Am I drunk? Why does this cake smell like a septic tank?"

Schiller looked at the figure, wanting to speak but stopping. Then he turned his head, touched the light switch, and with a "click," turned on the light.

The round creature on the opposite side screamed, instantly got on all fours and wanted to run. Schiller stretched out his right hand, and with a telekinesis spell, the creature was caught directly in his hand.

Schiller's face was ugly as he felt the fluffy touch in his hand. In his hand was clearly a yellow, round, fat Pikachu with two long ears and a lightning-shaped tail.

"Holy shit! Put me down! Don't touch me with your dirty hands! What's wrong with you?! How could you catch me? Let me go!!"

Now Schiller's face was a big, ugly mess. He never dreamed that in such a serious, even slightly dark story, a yellow electric mouse would appear?

Suddenly, he felt that Pikachu's screaming voice was vaguely familiar. Wasn't this Deadpool's voice actor?

Schiller thought with some horror that Hollywood did indeed have a movie about Pikachu, which was "Detective Pikachu." The Pikachu in this movie did indeed have the same voice actor as Deadpool.

Schiller took a deep breath. He turned Pikachu around, grabbed its two short arms, and said, "So you're the one who stole my cake, soda crackers, coffee powder, and jam?"

Pikachu's eyes rolled around, and its face, which was cute to the point of exploding, actually showed a look of disdain in a very human way, and said in Deadpool's voice: "Hey, buddy, I really don't know how your taste is so bad. The soda crackers you bought are actually butter-free, they taste terrible. And that jam, how could you like strawberry jam? That really doesn't suit my taste. Also, next time you cut the cake, can you not put the cake knife on the cake? Do you know that's actually very dirty?"

Schiller held Pikachu in one hand and covered his eyes with the other. This was a huge spiritual pollution to him. Facing Pikachu's complaints, he was indeed unable to refute, because his taste was indeed different from that of a real American.

"Listen, you thief. First, you stole my food again and again. Second, you don't even have a shred of guilt. It seems you're a repeat offender..."

"Forget it." Pikachu waved its hand and said: "Clearly, you're not a normal person either. No normal person would be able to talk calmly to a mouse after seeing it speak."

Schiller pursed his lips and stared at Pikachu. The main thing was that Pikachu's appearance brought him a huge impact on his worldview.

You know, he had just been talking about life ideals with Batman in the incredibly dark Gotham, and in the blink of an eye, this yellow mouse with a Deadpool flavor appeared in front of him. How could Schiller not have a short circuit in his brain?

Next, did he still have to go to the surrounding grass to wander around? After collecting all the Pokémon partners, go challenge all the gyms?

This style was completely wrong, okay?!!

More importantly, although this yellow electric mouse was only as tall as a human's calf, it had a Deadpool's mouth!

The most deadly part of Deadpool's whole body!

It didn't learn any of the good parts!

It belonged to the category of discarding the essence and taking the dross!

This made Schiller recall the comic pages he read in his previous life that were often occupied by more than half of Deadpool's speech bubbles. Now Deadpool-version Pikachu, Deadpool, and little Spider-Man were all together...

Schiller felt that if he lived in a comic, he would probably be blocked to the point where even his face couldn't be seen.

And he remembered that in the Hollywood version of "Detective Pikachu," Pikachu's setting actually used the setting in the Japanese game of the same name. The Pikachu here wasn't a cute thing that only knew how to say "Pika Pika," but a detective with an uncle's voice. Judging from Pikachu's reaction just now, its IQ was indeed not low, and it was definitely not just a simple pet.

After a while, Schiller and Pikachu sat face to face on the sofa. Pikachu held a cup of coffee with its short hands and said: "In fact, I don't have any memories either. I only remember that after a flash of light, I fell into a garbage truck and climbed out after a lot of effort. I was starving and walked for a long time, but the street was full of closed doors, and there wasn't a single family I could enter. Only here, the back door of your warehouse didn't seem to be closed tightly. After I came in, I found the refrigerator along the corridor... Of course, about stealing things, it was indeed my fault, but I was really too hungry. If possible, I will pay you for the cake after I earn money."

Schiller clapped for it and then said: "I have to say, as a mouse, your ideological awareness is really terrifyingly high. If all the mice in the world could be as polite as you, humans wouldn't need to invent so many rodenticides."

"So you put rodenticide next to the cake today? That was too smelly. Seriously, that smell almost cost me half my life."

"Actually, that wasn't rodenticide. It's actually more terrifying than rodenticide... Forget it, anyway, you're just a mouse."

Schiller put down the coffee cup and stared curiously at Pikachu:

"So, can you do that?"

"What? What can I do?" Pikachu looked at him suspiciously.

Schiller looked at the extremely human expression on the cute yellow face, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings. He said: "It's that thing..."

"What on earth are you talking about?"

"Fine, Pikachu, listen. You said you wanted to earn money to compensate for the food you stole, but I don't think anyone else would accept a yellow mouse that can speak human language to work. So if you want to compensate for my loss, you can only stay here and work for me. And if you want to get a job opportunity, you have to show your boss what talents you have, right?"

"Oh, I see, you mean discharging electricity, right? This is my specialty. With me, you can save at least half of your electricity bill a month. But I was too hungry before, and I haven't recovered yet, so I guess I can't release 100,000 volts, but charging your phone is no problem..."

As it spoke, it got on all fours and ran to the table in a flash. It jumped onto the table, took out the phone Schiller was charging, and then ran back to the sofa with the phone in its arms to show Schiller.

Pikachu stretched out its lightning-shaped tail, and its whole body flashed with electricity. Schiller's phone screen lit up, showing it was charging, but the speed wasn't fast.

Pikachu seemed to be showing off its ability. It hugged the phone tightly, swung its tail hard again, and then tried its best to stretch out. Its whole body emitted a buzzing sound of electricity, and the phone's charging speed became extremely fast, charging 10% in almost a second. Just a second before Schiller stopped it, the phone made a loud "BANG!!" sound.

Pikachu's yellow fur was blown black, and it spat out a puff of black smoke from its mouth. Then it helplessly looked down at the phone that had exploded in its arms and said: "It seems you can only allow me to work here, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to pay you back in this lifetime."

Schiller covered his forehead and said: "Your performance was truly wonderful, which surprised me. I really can't imagine that there is such an easy-to-use charging socket in this world."

Pikachu heard his sarcasm and just wanted to speak, but Schiller said: "Fine, but that's not what I wanted to see."

"Then what do you want to see? What other talents do I have? I don't even know myself..."

"Of course you know, it's that thing..."

Schiller stared at Pikachu with burning eyes. Pikachu suddenly showed a complex look, as if it had eaten shit.

It reluctantly turned around under Schiller's gaze, then jumped onto the back of the sofa and let out a loud—

"PIKA——PIKA!!!!"

Schiller was satisfied. ===== CHAPTER 16 =====