Chapter 1550

Adam realized a serious problem.

The failure of his previous operation of cleaning up the "shit code" was not only that the more he shoveled, the more shit there was, but also that he piled all the shoveled shit on himself.

If he hadn't gone to assassinate Nick, Nick wouldn't have brought the superheroes from other universes to this universe so quickly, which wouldn't have let these superheroes see the face of this universe so quickly, and wouldn't have let them realize that there were actually universes whose fates were different from theirs.

Although they might have heard about certain central universes from Spider-Man, after all, hearing is false and seeing is believing. Now it's good, thousands of superheroes from other universes suddenly discovered that life could actually be lived like this.

It turns out that not every Avengers alliance has to have a civil war, not every Spider-Man has to have his uncle and girlfriend die, not every Thanos is busy looking for Infinity Stones, not every universe's three major empires are dragging each other's feet, and they can't unite when the universe is at the critical moment of life and death.

Realizing the difference is the first step to making up for the information gap, and starting to think about why is the most critical and also the most fatal step.

When humans start to think about why regarding their existence and fate, the spring thunder will ignite the first cluster of flames on the horizon, and that originally gentle spring breeze will also become a storm that is difficult to resist, bringing countless sparks to the unreachable distance.

Even if Adam didn't understand some of the principles, he could think that if existences in the universe all pursued the unlimited possibilities of their own development, then the ones they had to resist couldn't possibly be their own kind who were manipulated by fate, right? And in the entire universe, how many existences are truly capable of jumping out of fate?

Anyway, no matter how you divide it, there is always one lamppost for Adam.

Then he suddenly discovered that his previous operation, besides getting himself covered in shit, also splashed shit on countless colleagues in the Great World.

Then the question comes: if the superheroes from other universes who came to this universe return and reflect on their mistakes, and start to turn around the world line of their own universe, leading to certain gods who maintain the world line suffering, who is responsible?

Adam was completely frozen on the spot. And when his eyeballs slowly turned to the side, Schiller looked at him synchronously, and Adam, in his eyes, only saw the simple joy of a successful angler catching a big fish.

"Mr. Adam Living Tribunal, I really didn't expect that you would be the first person to take action to turn around the world line." Schiller's calm tone came, only making Adam feel cold all over.

Schiller's head leaned on the back of the chair, quietly admiring the images on the screen, and said: "Long before I started interfering with the fate of the superheroes in this world, I knew that one day you would appear."

"You will appear under the banner of world line stability and universe safety, either by moving with emotion and reasoning, or simply by violent obstruction. Of course, there is also your most proficient means—restarting the universe."

Schiller's eyes were full of smiles, without any anger, still using that calm tone of scientific inquiry with a bit of curiosity.

"At that time, I started to think about a question: do the projections of these gods in every universe have independent thinking? Do they have a desire for their own survival? Or do they really not care about anything for the public, as long as it is good for the universe, even if they don't exist?"

"Eternity's performance gave me the answer." Schiller said in a light tone: "You are like all wisdom life, have emotions, can communicate, and are also afraid of death."

"It's just that, because of your deep binding with the universe, what you are more afraid of is the destruction of the universe. If the universe is destroyed, you will also completely cease to exist."

"This is the sharp weapon I use to threaten you. And unlike other existences who shout about destroying the universe and are defeated by you, before the final moment when my chain device detonates, you simply cannot discover what I am doing."

"There are thieves for a thousand days, but no thieves for a thousand days. Once you start worrying day and night about how I might destroy the universe, once you start paying too much attention to my actions, then my behavior can lead your behavior, just like I guide my own kind."

Schiller lowered his head lightly and said: "Then what if, some adventurous actions you take to stop me accidentally violate the interests of other universe counterparts? A god has committed a crime, is there any way back?"

Adam's fingertips kept trembling. He leaned his back tightly against the back of the chair, his shoulders and neck stiff like steel plates. He pulled the skin of his face backward with force and said: "You are dealing with Eternity like this, forcing him to make a dilemma choice, forcing him to betray all the interests of Eternity, so he can only stand with you."

"Yes, this is the best way for humans to deal with gods, and also the best way for humans to deal with humans." Schiller looked at Adam with a smile and said: "Divide them, assimilate them, guide their behavior to betray first, and then their thinking and position have to betray."

At this time, Strange had already stood up from the chair. He stared at the chaotic war situation in the Shi'ar Empire Great Portal new area on the screen and said quickly: "Where is my Kamar-Taj? Where are my Great Mages?!"

Just at this time, with a "bang," the door of the theater closed. Schiller also stood up, walked to Strange and said: "Don't think about going out until you get your hand back."

Strange widened his eyes and looked at Schiller. Schiller crossed his arms and smiled, saying: "Now who is restraining whom? Dr. Strange?"

"I can cast magic even without hands." Strange gritted his teeth and said: "Besides, I don't have that much time to perform surgery."

"I do have a great goal." Schiller raised an eyebrow and said: "But this doesn't prevent the process of realizing it from satisfying my personal hobbies. You can understand it as, while defending the rights of the group, I also treat every individual as my collection. Don't you think that the collection displayed to the outside should show its most perfect side?"

But who knew, Strange took a deep breath and said: "If you don't let me leave, I will understand it as that I and all the mages have no meaning of existence in your cause. This universe doesn't need us, all universes don't need us, then why should we still exist?"

Strange took a step forward, closer to Schiller, looked directly into his eyes and said: "Don't tell me you still think I can't do the thing of destroying Kamar-Taj."

Schiller narrowed his eyes. He was just about to say something when Strange interrupted him and said: "Cutting off my arm, of course I will regret it. Destroying Kamar-Taj, of course I will be in pain. But since you can sacrifice even a part of your own soul for your cause, why can't you let go lightly, let us suffer, and sacrifice our interests?"

"Because you are the foundation. If it weren't to let you get rid of the predetermined fate, what I do would be meaningless."

"Then why can't it be that we are also trying to save you from some pathological psychology, so we are trying to get rid of our own predetermined fate? If you are not saved, our changes are also meaningless?"

Schiller found that he hadn't sorted out Strange's logic for a moment. This situation was very rare, usually appearing when the other party was more extreme than him.

"You want to save us, so you don't want us to suffer. We want to save you, so we don't want you to suffer. Then how did things develop to this step today?"

Strange looked into Schiller's eyes and said: "It's because you didn't realize that your pain will also make us suffer, because you are an autistic patient who actually cannot feel the pain of others, right?"

Schiller widened his eyes slightly, and Strange said firmly: "The first point you focused on when you discovered that I cut off my own arm was that my years of hard work were in vain, not whether I was in pain or not."

"Because, understanding the result that hard work is in vain is through logical analysis, while feeling the pain of others is through empathy. You have never empathized with the anxiety and pain we felt when we saw you self-harm."

"And the anxiety you showed about my self-harm was just you imitating the emotions of normal people, because this society tells you that if a friend is hurt, you should empathize with him as much as possible, comfort him, and find a way to help him solve the trouble—but you actually didn't feel anything."

"Where does greed come from?" Strange tilted his head, looked deeper into Schiller's eyes, and said: "What is the truth of feeding on emotions? Is it really being able to experience those intense emotions, or is it only after watching them at close range that you can imitate them?"

"..."

"The latter."

Schiller's voice came, but not from in front of Strange. Strange turned his head abruptly. In front of the railing on the second floor of the theater, he saw another tall figure.

"I must first have interest and desire for those rich emotions that I completely cannot understand, in order to pay attention, to understand, and then perfectly replicate them onto myself."

The low voice accompanied the light "da da da" sound of leather shoes stepping on the stairs. When those barren gray eyes emerged from the darkness at the entrance of the stairs, Strange only felt trembling all over.

"When I realized that I must live in this society as an ordinary person, I knew that I must maintain greed for the emotions of normal people."

"The more greedy, the more focused, the more vividly I can imitate, so that normal people cannot distinguish and don't notice the abnormality."

Strange discovered that he couldn't move his eyes away from those unfocused gray eyes, because his intuition was telling him that certain answers were hidden there, and wanting to explore them was no different from pulling chestnuts from the fire.

"When hope for healing no longer exists, disguise becomes the only choice. When I need an unshakable anchor to become myself, the arrogance of despising normal people is born, and when I need a human skin that adapts to this society to draw others, greed is born."

When the "Pathological" stood in front of Strange, Strange finally realized that what Schiller usually showed them was only the tip of his iceberg.

But I don't know what it was, perhaps it was the matter-of-fact attitude of this Schiller in front of him, perhaps it was some of his word choices, that ignited a trace of anger in Strange, which in turn ignited his very flammable extremism and madness.

Under this extreme madness, Strange instead became calm. He stared into the eyes of the Pathological and said.

"Then, the one he should resist the most is you. You chose a predetermined fate for him, not the possibility of unlimited development—when he defends our rights, we will also definitely defend his."

Instantly, those unfocused gray eyes focused.