Chapter 3124: Romantic

Schiller smiled and lowered his voice, "Of course I have my own reasons for doing so. Besides, this isn't a big deal, it's just to make them feel depressed for a while."

"By the way," he looked at Dream-powered Doctor Strange again and said, "How is the depth of the dream? They should have all entered the deep dream, right?"

Dream-powered Doctor Strange nodded and said, "The stronger their desires in the dream, the more invested they are in this dream, and the deeper they enter the dream naturally. Although they haven't reached the bottom-most dream yet, they won't wake up easily."

"Just let them stay in this state. Going deeper is also fine."

"What are you going to do?"

"Don't worry about it, just do as I say."

After saying this, Schiller walked to the side of the people who were still holding a tactical seminar and said, "It seems you shouldn't be able to beat this Hydra tonight. I don't have time to waste here with you. I'm leaving first."

Stark was furious again, but unfortunately, he couldn't refute. Who let them not win the first time? Everyone could only watch Schiller leave.

Stark took a deep breath and said, "Let's try again according to my plan later. I just don't believe it!"

In the real world, Schiller slowly opened his eyes. He sighed softly and asked the air, "What time is it now?"

"3 AM, sir." Ultron's voice came from the electronic alarm clock nearby. Ultron continued, "Mr. Reed is waiting for you in the laboratory. Do you want to go over now?"

Schiller didn't say anything, stretched, got up, got dressed, and walked slowly toward the temporary laboratory in the basement.

Reed was debugging his equipment. After glancing at Schiller, he didn't say anything. Susan was helping him on the side, holding the experimental records to check some data.

"How is it?" Schiller asked.

"It can be used already." Reed said, "The principle of this thing is similar to a brainwave amplifier, but it's much more advanced than that. You just need to put people here."

Schiller saw several experimental beds placed at the end of the laboratory, with some equipment connected below the beds, but nothing above.

"Are you sure this works?" For the sake of insurance, Schiller still asked.

But this seemed to step on Reed's tail. He jumped up and said, "Of course it works! It will definitely achieve the effect you want! You can't question my technology..."

Susan quickly pulled him and gave Schiller an apologetic look. Schiller shook his head and said, "I'm not questioning your technology, I'm just not quite sure if it can be done by scientific means..."

"Since I promised you, of course, it's possible." Reed said with some disdain, "The so-called deep stars are just a mysterious dimension, not untraceable at all. It just appears at fixed times and only targets specific people. This is the truth of the so-called call of the stars."

Speaking of his own field, Reed talked eloquently. He said, "The data you gave me shows that in addition to some people whose brainwaves are naturally different from ordinary people, another extremely important summoning condition is thought."

"The thought disturbance we often talk about is actually the process of brainwave radiation changing this world. A person's brainwaves are very small and can hardly change anything, but if it is a population or a civilization, their collective thought is strong enough to produce disturbance."

"And the retrieval of disturbances generated by certain specific thoughts might be the prerequisite for the stars to appear in front of certain civilizations. And as long as we meet their retrieval conditions, they will naturally appear in front of us."

"What I want is not just appearance." Schiller reminded.

"Yes, so I need you to let them focus their attention on a specific image. In this way, the generated thought disturbance will be more precise, easier to lock onto a certain mysterious individual in a whole piece of mysterious dimension, and easier to make him come over to check along with this disturbance."

"Alright, I'm not very concerned about the principle. I just hope this can be useful." Schiller said, "Let's go, let's go up and move people."

"Susan, you stay here and watch the equipment. We'll be back soon." Reed turned back to Susan and said, then suddenly as if remembering something, he said again, "Are you hungry? Do you need us to bring you something to eat?"

"Ah, no need. You can't eat in the laboratory, and I'm not hungry either." Susan smiled at him.

When turning to go out, Reed's face turned red. As soon as he walked out of the basement, Reed grabbed Schiller's sleeve and said, "Your method is really easy to use. Recently, I have been treating Susan as a precious research material, and her response to me is obviously more than before..."

"It's good if it's useful." Schiller nodded and said, "I see that the heat between you two is about the same. When do you plan to confess?"

"Confess?!" Reed raised his voice and said, "We haven't known each other for long. Isn't it a bit too early to confess now?"

"Not only is it not early, but you must seize this opportunity." Schiller deliberately sold a pass and said, "If I successfully summon Hydra, I will tell you how to maximize the success rate of confession."

Reed clenched his fists and said, "Don't worry, it will definitely succeed!"

The two walked to the guest room on the second floor of the House of Stone, opened the bedroom door, and Schiller used the gray mist to drag the sleeping superheroes to the experimental beds in the underground laboratory.

They really didn't wake up. Reed said with some surprise, "Your friend has some skills."

"They are in deep dreaming now and won't wake up easily." Schiller explained, "Dream-powered Doctor Strange has absolute control over the dream. As long as Professor X doesn't come to make trouble, it should be completed smoothly."

"How do you know he won't come to make trouble?"

"He might have already come just now, but he won't interfere easily. Mutants have too many scruples."

After saying this, Schiller turned to look at the machine on the side and said, "You only used such a short time to modify those ordinary machines? Are you sure you don't need more..."

"I said no need!" Reed was quite confident in this regard. He said, "I dared to agree to your deal, so naturally I have confidence. Let's start."

Schiller nodded and stepped aside to leave space for Reed. Seeing Susan's focused gaze on Reed, he knew that this girl must have been fascinated by Reed.

But this wasn't entirely the reason for Schiller's assist. Reed's biggest problem was emotional intelligence. The short board of the wooden barrel was too short, so no matter how long the long board was, it was useless. But as long as the short board was supplemented, it was easy to make people realize how long the long board was. The charm of such a super genius when serious was not something ordinary people could resist.

Soon, the machine started. On the surface, there was no change, only the equipment on the wall facing the heads of the superheroes on the experimental bed lit up.

But Schiller clearly sensed some differences. The moonlight shining in from the door became brighter.

At a certain mutation node, Schiller quickly ran up the stairs and opened the door. He passed through the living room of the House of Stone and came outside, then came to the field ridge not far away.

Here, the silvery-white moonlight illuminated the fields like daylight. When Schiller looked up, he saw the shining stars calling to him.

Schiller suddenly felt a bit sticky at his feet. He looked down and saw a gray swamp. Countless bubbles rose from under the swamp, and then more and more heads emerged.

In a trance, some images flashed before Schiller's eyes. He looked up at the moon from a very low place, seeing the ever-changing moon phases reflecting the light of the stars, as if he himself had become one of countless heads.

He felt his vision constantly rising, passing through the muddy swamp, bathing in the moonlight.

When he looked down, he saw his headless body slowly falling.

"Gray Mist!" Schiller shouted.

The next second, he returned to the field ridge. Schiller looked left and right. There was no swamp here, no heads, only bright and gentle moonlight.

Schiller looked up at the moon, but didn't see any abnormality. At this time, he heard Gray Mist say, "That is a realm where only spirits exist. You need your soul to leave your body to be able to roam that dimension. Do you want to go?"

"Are you going with me?"

"Of course."

Instantly, Schiller felt himself floating up again. His body stayed in place, but his vision had already risen into the high sky.

He flew higher and higher until he was almost face to face with the stars. Just then, he smelled the muddy and rotten breath of the swamp again. In an instant, he saw himself standing above the swamp again.

"Hydra! Are you there?!" Schiller shouted loudly.

He didn't expect this group of outer gods to respond to him in a normal way. After all, not everyone is a chatterbox like Nyarlathotep, but not all outer gods are blindly idiotic and unable to communicate.

They usually stuff the information needed for communication directly into your brain. Some people can't bear this knowledge, so they go crazy. Some even if they accept it, they can't understand it, so they can only spend their lives studying the truth behind this mysterious knowledge.

But Schiller felt that he could accept the information of the outer gods and understand it. After all, Gray Mist is also a member of the outer gods, and he can translate it for himself directly.

After shouting that name, Schiller heard some subtle sounds, a bit like water boiling, but he didn't see any moon here. He suspected that the gray swamp under his feet was the moon itself.

"If you can hear what I'm saying, answer me one question—what was it that passed through the stars and hit you back then?!"

Instantly, Schiller felt a huge force pulling his soul. He didn't feel pain, just the high-speed movement made him have a moment of trance. When he came back to his senses, he had already returned to the field ridge.

"What's going on? Gray Mist?"

"What else could be going on? He threw us out."

"Did he say anything?"

"Let me see... um... uh..."

"What's wrong? What did he say?"

"He... significantly lacks politeness."

Schiller paused and asked hesitantly, "Did he swear?"

"Yes, and it was quite dirty. Are you sure you want me to translate?"

"Translate and see?"

"Um, to summarize, it's... 'Natharu!'."

"This is too dirty, right?" Schiller said with some shock. He thought for a while and said, "Besides dirty words, is there nothing else?"

"Yes, it seems to be some memory fragments. Do you want to see them?"

Schiller nodded, and then felt some images appear in his brain. This seemed to be the first-person perspective of an outer god, but outer gods don't perceive the world with senses like humans. His first-person perspective is completely different from humans.

In Schiller's view, this seemed to be a pile of garbled code, various incomprehensible text symbols piled together, and some places even had mosaics, until a beam of light passed through all the symbols, triggering an unprecedented collapse.

Schiller could only use such abstract vocabulary to describe the whole process, because these dynamic pictures extracted by Gray Mist looked like a broken computer, and it was really impossible to see what was going on.

"Do you want to hear my opinion?" Gray Mist asked.

"Of course."

"Well, in my opinion, this thing is not a weapon, but a transmitter."

"Transmitter?" ===== CHAPTER 3125 =====