Chapter 3391

Schiller walked into the spacious and bright ward, and Harley, who was lying on the hospital bed and covered with a quilt, was boredly trying to spit the cherry pit in her mouth accurately into the trash can beside her.

"How is it, ma'am?" Schiller walked over, smiled, and said, "Your attending doctor told me the delivery went smoothly. How do you feel now?"

"Not bad." Harley puffed out her cheeks and said, "It's just a bit boring in the hospital. Jack won't let me be discharged yet, insisting on observing for another week. I'm really about to suffocate."

"Observing for a while longer has its benefits." Schiller persuaded. He walked to the side of the hospital bed, sat down, poured a glass of water for Harley, and then said: "Have you thought of the children's names?"

"Thomas and Henry." Harley shrugged and said, "Is it terribly tacky?"

"I thought it would be Thomas and John." Schiller said, "Actually, it's not bad; names like this are not easy to get wrong. Was this Jack's idea?"

"You could say that." Harley nodded and said, "He actually wanted to call the eldest son David, but I think Thomas is better. Anyway, they are all tacky, so it's better to choose a more common one."

Schiller chatted with Harley for a while, and then saw the Pale Knight walking over with a large stack of reports. He stood up and gave up his seat to the Pale Knight. The Pale Knight nodded at him.

"The child's situation is not bad, but..."

As soon as the child was mentioned, Harley became nervous. She kept stretching her neck to look at the report in the Pale Knight's hand. The Pale Knight helped her adjust the hospital bed, let her lie down, and then said: "The good news is that there is no problem with the body, the bad news is that we may have to raise two superpowered people."

Harley was clearly stunned, she said: "Superpowered people? How could they be superpowered people? Aren't we both ordinary people?"

"The toxins you inhaled during pregnancy caused the children's genes to mutate. Fortunately, it's not in a bad direction. The two children's muscle strength is about three times stronger than ordinary people, and their heart and lung function is also twice that of normal people."

"Wow, are we going to raise two strongmen in the future?"

"I'm afraid so. It's not clear yet how they control their muscles; if it's not good enough, we may need to provide them with extra training."

"Us? Can we really do it?"

"I think there's no problem." The Pale Knight gently stroked Harley's long hair and then said, "No matter what the future holds, we will face it together."

Schiller and the Pale Knight walked out of the ward together. The Pale Knight stood in front of the ward door and said: "Fortunately, Harley gave birth here. I don't think our hospital over there could have a doctor who, after being kicked over by a newborn less than ten seconds old, could immediately get up and continue working."

Schiller smiled and said: "This is also a rare situation here, but the doctors here are indeed more experienced."

As the two walked downstairs, Schiller said: "I heard Harley had an episiotomy. To ensure good recovery, you'd better stay for a while longer."

"Of course." The Pale Knight nodded and said, "Although Harley exercised a lot during pregnancy, the twins were too big to be born naturally. She really worked too hard."

"Then keep her company more; there's nothing important to do here, Mr. Mayor. When she recovers, you are welcome to come to the farm to play."

The Pale Knight finally smiled too, and he said: "I will. Are you ready to welcome a crazy mother and two strongman children?"

"My farm is prepared exactly for this."

After parting with the Pale Knight, Schiller drove back to the farm from Los Angeles. As soon as he went back, he heard chirping in the house. Schiller walked to the door, held the doorknob, and vaguely heard them discussing the Doujie dungeon inside.

Schiller pushed the door and entered, and everyone stood up. Dick said: "Doctor, you're back? How is the new mother?"

"Not bad. But Mr. Napier's two children have become superpowered people."

"Superpowered people? What type of superpower? Mutants?" Harley was clearly very concerned about this topic, and she said: "Is it because of Quinzel's genes? Will I also give birth to a superpowered person?"

"Then you'd better go inhale some toxic gas." Schiller put the snacks he bought on the table and then said: "Similar to Captain America's superpower, simply put, it's a strongman."

Harley let out a disappointed sigh, and she said: "I thought it would be cooler. After dealing with those mutants so much, I also want to transplant the X-gene into myself."

"Then you'd better ensure you can get Omega-level or Alpha-level, and it must be the kind of ability you can control yourself. It probably only accounts for 0.0X percent of the total mutants."

Thinking of the topic they discussed before, Schiller asked: "Have you queued for the latest two-player dungeon? How does it feel?"

"Not bad, I'm quite interested in this theme." Tim spoke first, "I finally became a mage."

Jason beside him curled his lips and said: "The magic in that world is not quite the same as in the real world, there are a bunch of things to learn. I can't read it at all..."

"You chose the magic theme?" Schiller asked.

"No, we chose school. The result was a medieval magic school. Both of us became apprentices in the mage tower, and every day we just memorized those difficult spell structures and runes..."

Schiller became more and more certain of his guess; it seemed that all free two-player dungeons were on the same large map.

"Have you finished the task?"

Tim nodded while unwrapping snacks and said: "That's right, our task was quite simple. It was just going to class, and when the teacher wasn't there, independently solving cases sent by the royal family. We did quite well."

"And you?" Schiller looked at Harley and asked.

"Me? We weren't that lucky." Harley sighed, dropped her hands, threw herself onto the sofa, and then said: "We thought that Little Pa had an advantage in plant science, so we chose a natural science label, but they threw us onto a godforsaken French tower to study natural magic."

"Then did you figure out the research?"

"The plants in the game world are completely different from the real world. Little Pa's knowledge couldn't be used. However, I secretly sold the plants I cultivated to those witches who wanted to refine medicine and earned a lot of money. The task was barely completed."

"What was your task?"

"We were just talking about this." Tim said, "It's strange to say, the royal case we had to investigate was that a noble was poisoned to death by a potion. We had to trace the source of the herbs, and while tracing, we traced it to their herb greenhouse..."

"Me too." Dick said, "Raven's identity in the game world is a witch. At that time, she was framed for making poisonous potions and imprisoned, and I had to save her."

"So you also queued together." Schiller said, "It was also an acquaintance game on our side. Everyone was connected by various clues, and the world setting was about the same as yours."

Tim's eyes lit up immediately, he looked at Harley and said: "Look what I said, I said it must be one large map accommodating all two-player queue players."

"Have you heard of the Duchy of Westchester?" Schiller asked.

Tim was stunned, but Jason said: "You mean the small country in the east? God, it really is one map!"

Harley also looked thoughtful; clearly, she had investigated something. Schiller said: "It seems you were all born in the magic empire. Has anyone come into contact with the Steam Technology Empire?"

Several people looked at each other and shook their heads. Schiller took a bag of potato chips handed over by Tim, and while opening the package, said: "Then did you come into contact with other players when doing tasks?"

Tim nodded hurriedly and said: "I met Batman. Harley's side seems to have met Wonder Woman..."

Schiller thought for a while and said: "It seems it's distributed according to the large world. And this universe of mine belongs neither here nor there, so they assigned us to a small country in the middle."

After discussing the situation in the two-player dungeon large world with them for a while, Schiller found that these little clever ghosts had similar ideas to his, all selling the resources in the game after the game was completed, either exchanging them for Doujie Coins or exchanging them for technology.

"We are preparing to queue again." Tim said, "We found that as long as you choose labels like location, there is a high probability of having management elements. If you manage that place well, you can exchange it for money, so you don't have to pay money into the game."

Harley was also full of ambition, and she said: "There are quite a few wealthy people in the multiverse. I sold the herb greenhouse I managed with Little Pa to Wonder Woman, who has a noble status, and she promised to give us one artifact from Mount Olympus each. Simply earned a fortune!"

Schiller coughed lightly twice and said: "Playing one mode all the time is not very interesting either. Perhaps you can wait for a while before queuing."

"Are you serious?" Harley looked at Schiller with a frown and said, "Aren't you known as Greed? You don't even earn this money?"

"It probably won't be a good time to earn money when you go in again." Schiller thought in his heart, of course, if you go in later, you should be able to experience the joy of trading in the apocalypse.

He didn't say what was in his heart, because he knew these children wouldn't listen. Who hasn't had a time when they were addicted to grinding?

Batman from the Pale Knight universe had already returned. His mentality was adjusted well, and the next stop should be preparing to go to Bruce's universe to see Alfred. Hopefully, he wouldn't be too excited when he saw Thomas and Martha in that universe.

After the matter in Los Angeles was resolved, Schiller returned to New York. He went to the New York Presbyterian Hospital, only to find out that Strange had taken leave. He thought he had returned to Kamar-Taj, but after calling Kamar-Taj, he found out that Strange had gone to the Sanctum Sanctorum.

Schiller hadn't been to the Sanctum Sanctorum for a long time, mainly because Huaerjie was too far from his sanatorium. The development there was very stable, and there was nothing to worry about. The last time he went was probably a few years ago.

Schiller took a shuttle to Huaerjie, bought a cup of coffee, and walked into the Sanctum Sanctorum. As soon as he entered, he saw a flaming skull sitting in the lobby, as if waiting for someone.

"Hi, Johnny." Schiller walked over and greeted, then said, "Are you here to talk business for Mephisto again?"

The flaming skull shook his head, looking very helpless, and said: "I'm not Johnny, I'm Danny. Danny Ketch. I'm here to find the Sorcerer Supreme."

Schiller then remembered that there were two Ghost Riders in New York now. One was Johnny Blaze, and one was Danny Ketch. They weren't in a relationship of one generation or two, but were biological brothers, both descendants of the Kale family, and both bore the curse of the Ghost Rider.

Johnny had been running errands for Mephisto, sometimes going to the Sanctum Sanctorum to talk about insurance business, sometimes going to Kamar-Taj to handle Earth visas, but Danny didn't show up very often, and most of the time he should be exercising the duties of the Ghost Rider.

"Hello, Danny, I am Schiller, you should have heard of me."

"Oh my god, you are Dr. Schiller." Danny was a bit surprised, he stood up and shook hands with Schiller, trying hard to control his flaming eye not to turn toward Schiller.

"What do you want to find Stephen for?"

"Uh, we want to form a supernatural superhero group called the Midnight Sons. Director Fury said this matter is managed by the Sorcerer Supreme, and I'm here to handle the procedures."

(End of chapter)