Chapter 1695

Although the literary way is "gazing at the abyss," the purpose of Greed's version update was not just learning the knowledge of the Outer Gods, or rather, learning knowledge was just a means. The purpose of Greed formulating the entire plan originally came from his recent trip to the abyss.

A few months ago, Greed returned to the inside of the high tower room and carried out version innovation with the help of gray mist. Because Batman and Iron Man's wisdom also shared a part with gray mist, after that, they often studied strange scientific theories together in the high tower room.

One day, Greed, who had been staying in the room for a few days, wanted to get some air. He walked out of the door and entered the elevator, and then found that there was an extra button at the bottom of the elevator floor button, which said "negative 1."

Greed raised his eyebrows. Just as he was hesitating whether to press it, the elevator door opened, and Superego walked in. Greed pointed to the button and asked: "You really connected the elevator to the bottom? Aren't you afraid they will climb out together?"

"They can climb out without an elevator." Superego shook his head and said: "But it was indeed their request to connect the elevator, mainly because the hole Pride made on the floor was too inconspicuous. In half a year, there have been more than 60 accidents of personality traits falling down. Pathological really can't stand picking up garbage in the abyss, so it's safer to have an elevator."

"I think so too." Greed nodded and said: "Pathological is only dangerous in the original world. In the world of superheroes, what is mental illness?"

Then he said somewhat curiously: "Can I go down and visit? I really haven't looked at what it looks like underneath carefully."

"There's nothing to see, but if you want to go down, remember to bring gray mist, so you don't have to have someone fish you up when you can't get up."

So, Greed took gray mist and took the elevator to the ground below the thinking tower, which was the subconscious. Here is a vast darkness. If you don't step on the inverted floor, you can't walk to the abyss.

Greed originally wanted to visit the abyss, but on the way, he was attracted by other things. Stepping on the reverse side of the conscious floor, Greed pointed to his head, which was deeper in the subconscious, and asked: "Why do I feel like there is something there?"

"It's not your illusion." Gray mist floating beside him replied: "The original owner of this body left a pile of messy things in our subconscious."

"No one cares?"

"They are not very interested." Gray mist shook his body and said: "It looks like just a pile of junk. There are few useful things. Pride went to see it last time, but didn't find any clues."

Greed licked his lips, rolled his eyes, and said: "Junk is treasure put in the wrong place. It's not easy to come down once, can't you go around? Let's go, let's go and see."

Gray mist and Greed flew up together, or rather continued to sink deeper into the subconscious. As the light of the elevator became smaller and smaller, they arrived deep in the subconscious. Here the darkness is more intense, but the depths of the darkness faintly reveal some shadows.

Greed is like a treasure hunter. He and gray mist approached those shadows together, and then found that it was just as gray mist said. Most of them were junk with unclear meanings. Leaves, oars, olive branches, star rings, paper scraps, these things floating in the depths of the subconscious looked like they had no practical value at all.

Continuing to float down, Greed saw a shining feather. Of course, he knew this was the one that the original Schiller plucked from Lucifer, but he just took a look and left.

Without continuing to go down, but looking carefully above where the feather was, crossing the darkness, Greed found that a scale was quietly floating in the subconscious.

Obviously, this is not a fish scale, it is larger and harder. There is no color in the subconscious, so no more clues can be found from the scale itself.

"There should be one that can be used, right?" Greed said to himself, obviously he was not willing to give up. He felt that since the original Schiller left so many things here, these things should have some utilization value. Greed is always like this. There is nothing in this world that he cannot squeeze oil out of.

After hesitating for a while, he was still not willing to give up, and finally decided to take the risk and take gray mist to continue sinking.

The depths of the subconscious are actually emptiness. That is the edge of self-existence. Once the collective consciousness collapses, it will fall into this emptiness, and then begin to weaken self-consciousness, gradually not realizing its own existence. This is also the symptom of consciousness detachment manifested by many mental illnesses, so it is dangerous for any personality trait to be there.

But Greed's creed has always been that the bold will be full, but he also knows that Superego actually guessed that he would do this, otherwise he wouldn't let him bring gray mist. Once any danger occurs, gray mist can at least fish him up.

Sinking slowly, the darkness gradually disappeared. Here is a hollow area. Everyone who enters this place will gradually not feel the existence of everything.

Greed can stay here longer because of his paranoid special nature, but it doesn't mean he can stay here forever. After staying in this space filled with confusion for a while but finding nothing, gray mist reminded: "I think we should go up."

But Greed is like a diver who is about to run out of oxygen but failed to find a pearl, still not willing to give up.

After a while, confirming that there was nothing here, and it had reached the edge of the danger line, Greed finally decided to give up, but he didn't let gray mist take him up quickly, but planned to float up slowly by himself.

When he approached the surface of the emptiness area, his self-consciousness had almost been worn away. This is like a dream. As long as you wake up from the dream, you can be intact, and the dividing line from the emptiness area is in front of you. You can float out of the water and regain oxygen in less than a second.

But just at this time, Greed felt an echo coming from that endless emptiness.

Because he wanted to listen carefully, he completely stopped his upward movement. I don't know how long it took, like a year or a second. When he appeared again, he was lying on the ground of the thinking tower.

"You scared me to death!" Gray mist let out a soft and resentful exclamation, circled Greed's body, and said: "I thought you could float up by yourself, so I was a little distracted. But I don't know why you stopped by yourself. You were almost soaked away, do you know?"

Greed shook his head gently. He found that he heard that echo, just on the edge of the disappearance of self-consciousness. Now this echo stayed in his mind.

It wasn't a sentence, it was more like conveying a thought, and Greed happily found that he had found the instruction manual for that pile of junk.

The thought was very short and not complicated. Summarized in the most concise language, there was only one sentence—"This sheep hasn't been sheared, remember to shear it later."

Greed still remembered that the original Schiller borrowed a pile of debts, then blew himself up and ran away, forcibly defaulting on debts, and left all the energy borrowed before to the current Schiller. Although Greed felt that he didn't do this entirely to save the Soviet Union, there might be other plans, but those piles of energy were real.

At the beginning, Schiller's understanding of occultism was not particularly deep, so he couldn't judge what the currency value of magic energy as a general currency was. Those energies looked like a lot, but if the magic world inflation was serious enough and the energy required to do things was too much, then it couldn't be counted as a lot.

After dealing with the magic world of the two worlds for a period of time, Schiller found that although this group of energy was unexpectedly huge and had even caused a qualitative change, if you look at the original Schiller's act of shearing all the wool, the quantity was not too exaggerated.

And now Greed knew that the original Schiller didn't shear all the wool. It seemed that some sheep escaped by chance, but it was more likely that the original Schiller felt that the wool was not long enough, so he planned to raise it for a while before shearing, and then until he ran away, these wools didn't have time to be sheared.

As a wool-shearing expert, Greed could perfectly empathize with the original Schiller's grief that the person left but the wool wasn't sheared. This grief was even more heartbreaking than his own death.

For any miser, the most terrible thing is not that people die and money is not spent, but that they know they are going to die but didn't borrow all the usury.

In this way, Greed could understand that the pile of junk in the depths of the subconscious actually had no use itself. It was more like a notebook, just to record which powerful existence's power hadn't been borrowed yet.

As we all know, sheep will also hurt. Wool shearing only shears the most when it is the first time. Sheep that have been fooled once, even if the person walking over is not the last one, are very likely to run away far away and not approach again. Even if they can continue to shear, there is not so much wool.

But thinking about it from another angle, these marks represent powerful existences that have never been sheared, simple, and full of trust little lambs. For Greed, this is simply a windfall, the most precious knowledge and wealth, even more precious than the ability to break through the limitations of concentration he gained from the previous update.

Thinking that there are so many sheep that haven't been sheared in the depths of the DC universe, Greed felt that his heart was hot, the situation was excellent, and the days were getting more and more promising.

After returning to the thinking tower, Greed told Superego and Pride about his discovery. Superego didn't say anything, which was considered tacitly allowing Greed to continue shearing wool, while Pride logically inferred.

"If every item left in the depths of the subconscious represents a god, then who do they represent respectively?"

"This is a problem, but I'm afraid we can't send a broadcast to the whole universe for lost and found. I think we can always infer one or two? Analyze one or two first?"

Pride and other Schillers agreed to this proposal. So, Greed took gray mist and went down again, but this time he didn't care about the bones buried shallower, because it must be the deeper it is hidden, the better.

Greed finally chose the scale.

When he dragged the giant scale that was almost half his size back to the thinking tower, without the subconscious blur and the erosion of darkness without logic, the scale presented its original appearance—

It was a black, shimmering with fine light, almost iconic breath... dragon scale.