Chapter 392

The New York coastline has beautiful scenery. Many seaside hotels stand by the sea, most of which are high-rise buildings with good views, able to overlook the sea scenery.

This season is the off-season for seaside vacations, so there aren't many people on the beach. The few guests in the hotel didn't notice that the originally sunny day suddenly became foggy.

A wisp of imperceptible mist swept across the New York coastline, and two figures behind him flew past, as if they were having a chase battle with the air. Just at this time, the sea breeze drifted past, and the mist seemed to be blown away. With a sharp turn, it stopped on the roof of the New World Hotel building.

Iron Man wearing the iron armor also made a sharp turn. The jet sound and mechanical friction sound of the armor landing rang out simultaneously. Seeing that wisp of gray mist condensing into a human shape opposite, Iron Man's faceplate rose with a "click" sound, revealing his face full of anger.

Soon, Captain America also jumped up. He shouted to the figure formed by the mist opposite: "Schiller! Stop!"

When Schiller appeared again, he wasn't wearing a black suit, but a white doctor's uniform. He said helplessly: "I stopped, will you listen to my explanation?"

Before he finished speaking, a micro-missile flew over. Just at the moment the missile was about to touch his body, Schiller turned into gray mist again and started running around New York.

Originally, Stark and Steve were flying past the roofs of major high-rise buildings in New York one after another, but soon, another figure joined them. Peter swung over with a spider web and jumped to mid-air side by side with Steve. He turned his head and asked: "Captain! What's wrong? What are you running for?!"

"Peter! Go stop him!!"

"Stop him?" Peter turned his head back again, looked forward, but only saw Iron Man flying in mid-air. He said surprisedly: "You fought again? But this is New York! Captain, it might affect ordinary people!"

"It's not Stark!" Steve said helplessly: "Don't you see? That wisp of mist in front!"

"Uh... actually I saw it long ago. Is that some new gadget Stark made? Why can it fly? And fly in front of you?"

Steve was adjusting his breathing while running, and also had to explain to Peter, making him look a bit out of breath.

"Peter! You... forget it, don't you know yet? That wisp of mist is Schiller!"

"Dr. Schiller?!" Peter was taken aback. He said: "What happened to him? Why did he turn into a wisp of mist????"

Peter's head turned back and forth, looking at the mist in front for a while, and looking at Steve on the side for a while, not knowing whether he should believe this fact.

Steve spoke while running, somewhat out of breath. He coughed twice, slowed down, and then pointed forward and said: "Peter! Catch up to him! Fast! I'm a bit... can't run anymore..."

Peter hesitated for a moment, but ultimately chose to believe Steve. He shot a spider web to stick to the roof of the building and swung up. In a few moves, he caught up to Stark flying in front.

"Mr. Stark!!" Peter shouted loudly: "We can't catch up to him by chasing like this, we must surround him!!"

Hearing Peter's voice, Stark finally woke up a bit from his anger. He suddenly discovered that his current state was really stupid. The mist in front seemed not to have used its full strength at all, and he was wasting energy in the air.

Stark directly connected to the communication on Peter's spider suit and said: "Surround tactics."

"Received!"

Facts proved that the speed of Spider-Man plus Red Bee was very terrifying. In a short while, Schiller was blocked by Spider-Man wrapping around from the flank, but he wasn't panicked at all. He turned to the side, dodged Stark who was diving over, and then drifted toward another direction.

"Do you intend to keep running like this?!" Stark turned on the speaker of the armor and shouted to Schiller.

"I brought a full five energy cores, enough to chase you around the equator once! Jarvis can control the armor for automatic cruise, and I can even sleep for a while on the way..."

Hearing this, Schiller also seemed to think it made sense. If he kept running like this, he definitely couldn't outlast Stark. It wasn't a physical strength problem, mainly because running like this day and night was equivalent to working overtime day and night again? He had just returned from vacation!

Suddenly, the mist stopped, and then with a "bang" turned into an arrow, pointing to the building closest to the few people.

Stark floated in mid-air, hugging his arms, and flew slowly toward the location Schiller pointed to. Peter looked at this scene, but felt a bit familiar. A few seconds later, he suddenly realized: "Oh! Isn't this the wisp of gray mist that was peeking from outside the window on the day of the Stark Expo?!"

By the time Steve, who was following behind, arrived late, Schiller condensed into a human shape again, and then said quickly: "Listen to my explanation."

Steve stared at Schiller's expression and asked: "Are you Dr. Schiller?"

"Isn't this a very obvious fact?" Schiller sighed and said: "I knew it, that guy isn't that kind-hearted. When he persuaded me to go on vacation, I should have thought..."

He shook his head, seemingly a bit helpless, but the few people opposite didn't hear his muttering. Stark turned on the faceplate again, with a bit of anger that hadn't dissipated remaining on his face. He said: "Schiller! You went too far this time!"

"I know it's impossible for everything in this world to follow the rules. If that were really the case, we might not be able to solve most of the troubles."

"So I don't care about certain behaviors of you and Nick, although I know your means of doing certain things might not be so glorious, but someone always has to do this kind of thing. I understand you."

Stark said very seriously: "But this doesn't mean you can raid the S. H. I. E. L. D. base, kidnap hostages, and then threaten us, nor does it mean you can cooperate with Hydra to assassinate those important figures!"

Schiller just wanted to speak, Stark said: "I know, that was done by your other personality, but if one of your personalities is Hydra, that means you must accept treatment!"

Seemingly afraid of stimulating Schiller's mood, Stark walked closer two steps, then reached out and said: "Listen, I am also very annoyed by some people telling me 'I'm doing this for your own good', but I must say this sentence this time..."

"Precisely because we are friends, we must stop the dangerous behavior of your other personality to prevent you from being harmed."

When Stark was speaking, neither Peter nor Steve spoke, because they had never seen Stark's attitude so serious. Peter and Steve didn't understand Schiller's specialty, but Stark knew it too clearly.

He thought Schiller was like him, both had reached the only one in the past, but because they couldn't find a third example, Stark also didn't know if the conditions for reaching the only one were only one, or if there were other specialties for those who reached the only one.

So he wasn't sure if those who reached the only one would suffer from mental illnesses like multiple personalities like ordinary people, and didn't know if there were multiple personalities, would the other personality share the vision of the only one, and produce harmfulness. If that were really the case, then things would be troublesome.

Just when Stark intended to continue persuading, a portal suddenly opened in mid-air. Strange walked out of the portal angrily. He said to Schiller: "You tricked me into going to the spaceship to do experiments, and then framed me as Hydra, just to bypass me and do business with Mephisto?? You are in breach of contract, do you know that??"

Strange was clearly furious, as if a large sum of money had disappeared before his eyes. He waved his hand, and the ring behind him became even brighter, seemingly about to fly toward Schiller. He said: "The legal team of the Sanctum Sanctorum is on the way, you must give me an explanation!"

Schiller just wanted to speak, suddenly, the roar of a helicopter rotor rang in mid-air. Nick hung on the ladder let down by the helicopter and shouted to Schiller: "You really know how to find a place! My best secret base was messed up by you, I lost tens of millions of dollars! Next time you want to do something, can you say hello in advance?!!"

"Schiller, you have to go back with us..."

"You have to give me an explanation!"

"Explanation, I need an explanation..."

"Why on earth do you want to do this?"

"What on earth is going on with Hydra?"

"You went too far, do you know that?!!"

"Stop!" Schiller raised his tone and said loudly. He took a deep breath, first turned to Strange and said: "I framed you? Didn't your experiment on the spaceship succeed?"

"Uh..." Strange was choked for a moment. He said: "Success is success, but this isn't the reason for you to frame me!"

"How did I frame you?"

"You..." Strange originally wanted to tell everyone with good reason what a meticulous conspiracy Schiller had woven, just to make Iron Man and Captain America misunderstand him, but after replaying this matter in his brain, he discovered that Schiller didn't seem to have framed him.

"In Hydra's organization, my codename is Doctor, so what? Am I not a doctor? Or is it that there can only be one doctor in the world like you?"

"But you intentionally misled me..."

"Then why were you misled?"

After finishing, Schiller hugged his arms and said: "Also, I breached the contract? I bypassed you and did business with Mephisto? Who told you this? If you really want to draw this conclusion, then I'll take the share that belongs to you..."

"Peerless Martial God"

"Wait, you mean, there is a share for me?"

"Otherwise, you are the Sorcerer Supreme."

Strange's expression immediately became a bit hesitant. He touched the ribbon in his hand and touched the ring again. Schiller continued: "You aren't leaving, do you intend to let me talk to you about the profit-sharing conditions here?"

With a "zila" sound, the portal opened. Strange stepped in. Before leaving, he didn't forget to say: "You'd better give me a price that satisfies me, otherwise..."

Seeing Strange leave, Schiller turned to Nick again, pointed his arm to the side and said: "Leave here! Otherwise, I will immediately call the IRS to surrender for tax evasion, and then act as a tainted witness to testify against you, applying for the Witness Protection Program."

Once the words IRS came out, Nick didn't look back and waved to the helicopter pilot: "Go!"

"Hey, Nick! You just left like this?! You really believe he will surrender??" Stark raised his head to look at Nick who was flying farther and farther away. Nick looked back and shouted at him: "Don't you realize yet?! He's a lunatic!"

Watching the helicopter fly farther and farther away until it disappeared, Stark was speechless. Next, he discovered Schiller turned his head to him again. Stark shook his head and said: "Don't intend to shake me, Stark won't compromise with you!"

Next, he saw Schiller slowly reach his hand into his pocket, and then, took out a voice recorder.

"Click, I discovered, the me from before was really too stupid..."

"I discovered, the me from before was really too stupid..."

"I discovered, the me from before was really too stupid..."

"You think this can shake me? This childish little trick of yours..." Stark "chi"ed, and then he heard Schiller say: "I remember, Miss Pepper should be having a birthday soon, this should be a very good birthday gift, what do you say?"

With a "bang", a micro-shell hit in front of Schiller. Stark flew up and said: "Give it to me!!"

"Enough!" Steve's voice came. He knew he had to stop the farce that was becoming more and more biased. He walked up, looked into Schiller's eyes, and said: "If you are really Dr. Schiller, you should cooperate with us."

"Your other personality said you are innocent, you aren't Hydra, and you are our friend, then you should stand with us to fight against the evil Hydra, shouldn't you?"

"What do you want?"

"Go back with us, Doctor, we will treat you."

"I swear, if you are really innocent, I absolutely won't hurt you, nor will I let anyone hurt you. I guarantee it with the honor of Captain America." Steve said seriously.

"I don't believe in the honor of Captain America." Schiller also looked into Steve's eyes and said. He saw a trace of disappointment appear in Steve's eyes, and then he continued: "But I believe in Steve Rogers."

After finishing, he took the initiative to walk up and came to Steve's opposite side and said: "What do you want to do? Put handcuffs on me?"

"No." Steve shook his head and said: "Precisely because I am unwilling to do this, unwilling to treat you with violence and a disrespectful attitude, treat an innocent person who hasn't done bad things, so I didn't take action directly."

Schiller stared at Steve's eyes, seeing the exhaustion and vicissitudes that hadn't dissipated there, not at all like the high-spirited eyes of Captain America in the past.

He sighed and said: "Steve, do you know? Now that I am standing in front of you and am willing to be captured, it's not because you or Stark really have the ability to threaten me, but precisely because of you, Steve..."

His tone became a bit sighing: "Steve Rogers, a truly good person."

Ten minutes later, Schiller sat on the only armchair in the center of an office in the S. H. I. E. L. D. underground base. That wasn't an interrogation chair, just a very ordinary armchair, so there were no restraint devices. This wasn't an interrogation room, just an empty staff office.

But Schiller still sat calmly in the chair, without movement. He just raised his head to look at the somewhat flickering light bulb, having quite a "lie flat and accept fate" attitude.

This very cooperative attitude of his instead made Stark not know what to say. Schiller didn't look at Stark standing at the door. He still looked at the light bulb on the ceiling and said: "I think you should be thinking now that if I fought with you, it would instead be more conducive to pushing the development of things."

"But, plots like 'not knowing each other without fighting' and 'laughing off grievances' aren't very suitable to happen to me. I don't like to increase meaningless consumption in vain."

"If the consequence of a battle is to let everyone sit down and talk calmly, then it's best to skip this laborious fighting process. How about you just assume we have already fought and start talking directly."

"Are you informed about your other personality?"

Schiller nodded, but didn't speak. Stark continued to ask: "Who appeared first, you or him?"

"It seems you have indeed studied quite a few psychology books. You asked the key point."

"So what?" Stark had a bad premonition.

"He appeared first." Schiller said the truth.

Stark's premonition came true. The moment he heard this answer, he closed his eyes forcefully and cursed in a low voice.

"So, he is the master personality?"

Schiller shook his head, but didn't speak. Stark took a deep breath. He said: "It seems that psychological treatment is more difficult than I imagined."

"I told you long ago, if the patient isn't willing to cooperate, then the psychologist actually can't do anything."

"Why aren't you willing to cooperate? Are you worried that we will take some means to deal with your other personality?"

Schiller lowered his head, looked straight ahead, looked at Stark and said: "You didn't figure out a key problem. It's not that I'm unwilling to cooperate, just unwilling to cooperate with you, because you can't treat me."

Stark walked forward a few steps, came to Schiller's opposite side. He looked down at Schiller from top to bottom, but didn't feel that he brought any pressure to him. He said: "I know, having only learned a few days of theoretical knowledge, I can't be called a psychologist yet, but at least I can ask about your symptoms, right?"

"Tony, you are the same as Peter, not suitable to be a psychologist." Schiller turned his head and said slowly: "This isn't because your wisdom isn't enough, nor because you haven't systematically learned theoretical knowledge."

"Then because of what?"

"Because you are too full of sympathy."

"Shouldn't a doctor have sympathy?"

Schiller shook his head and said: "In a certain sense, sympathy is the fundamental motivation for becoming a doctor. Precisely because one harbors sympathy for the patient, one will go to learn those complex and profound knowledge to treat them."

"But actually, if one walks to the end on this road, one will discover that over-projecting oneself into the patient's situation and empathizing with them will only destroy yourself."

"Not to mention..." Schiller raised his head to look into Stark's eyes and said: "You are still trying to treat me now, Tony, this is very dangerous."

His gaze made Stark somewhat want to retreat, as if he were the patient sitting in the chair receiving treatment.

Stark realized that certain theoretical knowledge taught in books is very difficult when applied in practice. For example, a condescending posture cannot make him firm in his confidence as a doctor, and this "patient" sitting in the chair receiving treatment is more like a doctor than him.

Stark just wanted to say something, his phone rang. The screen showed it was a call from Steve. He paused for a moment, then turned and walked out of the office, answering Steve's call.

"Hello, I'm at Bucky's place, you'd better come over."

"Why should I go over? To disturb you and your best old friend reminiscing?"

"I'm not joking, Tony. Bucky told me how Schiller's other personality kidnapped him, and... I can only say, he is even more dangerous than I imagined. You'd better not rush to treat him."

Stark hung up the phone. He tilted his head, looked at Schiller who was sitting quietly there through the window above the office door. He put away his phone, and then strode toward the corridor.

When he arrived at the ward where Steve and Bucky were, Stark paused before pushing the door. At this time, he heard Steve's somewhat serious voice coming from the ward: "Bucky, do you remember the things that happened during this period?"

"Yes, I remember." Another hoarse voice came: "My memory is a bit fragmented and chaotic, but certain fragments have been hovering in my brain..."

"Do you remember... Howard Stark?"

Just at this time, Steve heard the sound of the door being pushed open. Stark walked into the ward, looking like he had just arrived. Steve stopped the topic immediately. He stood up and said to Stark: "You'd better come and hear what Schiller did to him."

Stark stood in place without moving, but looked at Bucky, and then looked at Steve, saying: "Are you sure he is sober now? I don't want him to suddenly stand up and give one of us a hit."

His tone was very unfriendly, but Steve didn't care. He said: "I was just about to say this point. Do you want to know how he lifted the brainwashing?"

Stark raised his eyes to look at Steve, waiting for his following words. Steve turned his head to look at Bucky and said: "Schiller not only kidnapped Bucky, he tortured him for 6 hours, and then..."

Steve swallowed. His Adam's apple trembled non-stop, seemingly recalling some terrible things.

"In those 6 hours, he completely tore apart the personality that was brainwashed out by Hydra."

"He nailed some wedges into Bucky's body..." Steve used his hands to make gestures, trying hard to explain the process clearly, but Bucky's low and hoarse voice came: "'Some' isn't very accurate, he used a full 40-plus wedges."

"If I hadn't received special transformation, I would definitely be dead now, and it would be death from pain."

Steve covered his forehead, lowered his head, and sighed deeply. He said: "In any case, Schiller's personality is really too dangerous."

"'Dangerous' isn't a very accurate word either." Bucky's dry voice came again: "He is a lunatic."

"At the very beginning, he awakened me. I thought he wanted me to suppress that brainwashed personality myself, but later, I discovered, he just wanted me to witness all this. He hoped to find an audience to watch his performance."

"He tortured that personality crazy in front of me. I don't know how many pieces it shattered into, but in the end, it completely vanished into thin air."

Bucky's voice sounded a bit numb, as if he were talking about something completely unrelated to himself, but it made Stark's back feel cold.

Bucky lay flat on the bed. He moved his gaze away from the ceiling, looked at Stark and said: "I remember Howard Stark. I remember I was ordered to create a car accident and killed the couple."

"No, Bucky, don't say this." Steve turned his head, reached out to stop Bucky from continuing to speak, but Stark walked up and blocked Steve's action. He looked into Bucky's eyes and said: "Do you know who I am?"

"I know, you are very similar to him." Bucky closed his eyes and said: "The reason I mentioned this topic is because, after that lunatic finished all this, he told me that if I saw a person who looked very similar to Howard, then tell him all this."

"That personality brainwashed by Hydra died very painfully. Even as a bystander, it made me feel incomparable fear."

"This is the reason he awakened me before doing all this..." Bucky's hand gripped the guardrail tightly and said: "That personality has already paid the price. Next, it's my turn."

Steve heard an unusual meaning from Bucky's words. He hurriedly walked to Bucky's side, pressed his arm and said: "Don't be like this, Bucky, I feel we can talk..."

Bucky's expression had always been numb, as if having been in a controlled state for many years, he wouldn't make expressions anymore, but Steve saw a kind of resolution in his eyes.

"Someone has already paid the price for you." Stark glanced at Steve, and then said to Bucky: "You should be glad that this friend of yours, when facing a choice that should have been unrelated to him, chose as always... to sacrifice himself."

Stark turned his head to the side and said: "... A thorough good-for-nothing."

Bucky turned his head to look at Steve. He had already guessed everything from Stark's words. He saw that Steve's state was very haggard now. Because of sudden anxiety symptoms and continuous insomnia, he had very heavy dark circles, his complexion was pale, his lips had no blood color, and the area around his blue eyeballs was full of red blood streaks. He didn't look like Captain America at all.

Bucky stared at Steve's eyes and said: "I have never seen you like this."

"Sorry, I'm a bit tired recently, maybe I'll be fine after resting for a night."

"No, I mean, I'm very glad that the first person I saw after waking up was Steve Rogers, not Captain America."

Bucky's numb tone finally had a trace of fluctuation. He said: "Forget those damn lies they instilled in you. The war has already ended, only the two of us are left."

Steve's arm started to tremble non-stop again. The various negative effects brought by acute anxiety hadn't faded away, which made his spirit very unstable, to the extent that it seriously affected his limb control.

Stark interrupted all this in time. He said: "Now what we need to discuss is the state problem of Schiller."

"Logically speaking, if that personality is also Hydra, he has no reason to help Bucky lift the brainwashing state." Steve sighed and said: "When I was on the way here, I thought about it calmly."

"If he is really Hydra, then what destruction did he bring?"

Stark thought along his line of thinking. He thought for a while and said: "Although in the process of dealing with Hydra, the difficulty suddenly increased, but the final result is that we ran to the lair of that tentacle monster and had a fight, destroying it all."

"In my monitoring, it shows that Hydra seems to have calmed down a lot recently. Those cases that were endless in the past have become much fewer."

Steve touched his chin, trying hard to concentrate his attention to think. He said: "Although he kidnapped Bucky, he helped him lift the brainwashing state. If we ignore this somewhat violent means, perhaps only he can do this point."

"But it cannot be denied that he himself admitted he is Hydra, and the clues of assassinating key personnel also point to him." Stark continued.

"But now, he has hidden back into Dr. Schiller's body. We cannot use violent means to treat him. Schiller didn't do anything wrong... By the way, is he willing to cooperate?" Steve raised his eyes to look at Stark and asked.

"He said he is willing to cooperate, just unwilling to cooperate with me." Stark shook his head and said: "He said this is because treating him will be very dangerous, but I can't figure out what danger there is."

"Tony, I have no intention of belittling your learning ability, but I feel that any subject only through a few days of theoretical knowledge learning, I'm afraid, cannot be completely mastered, especially a profession like a doctor, which might need a lot of practice, so..."

"You don't need to be so tactful. I know I'm not a professional. Since he is unwilling to cooperate with me because of this reason, then I will find a professional for him."

Stark seemed to be at odds with Schiller. He picked up the phone, called Pepper, and said: "Help me invite all the world-class psychology and psychiatry experts who can be invited. I want to have a consultation for a doctor who is quite sick..."

The next day, Steve and Stark guarded the entrance of a consultation room at the Arkham Asylum, looking at the scene inside the room speechlessly.

"Hey. Tim, long time no see. Are you still spinning around in Florida?... What? You are already married? Congratulations, that's really rare. When we were studying at Harvard, you were a famous playboy, how did you change your mind?" Schiller patted the shoulder of a black doctor.

Just when the two of them were chatting, another somewhat thin white doctor walked up and said: "Schiller, really long time no see. Why didn't you tell me when you came to New York? Speaking of which, you don't work at the Presbyterian Hospital, what are you doing running to an asylum?"

That black doctor also said: "That's right, back then you were the one with the best grades among us. Even if you didn't stay to teach, you shouldn't have run to an asylum, right?"

"I was at the Presbyterian Hospital before, but someone there was looking for trouble for me. You know, I came to hide for peace."

"Oh, Professor Tier, why did you come too? Is your body okay? Are you still teaching pathology?" Schiller turned his head to another white-haired old professor. That old professor's temper was clearly not very good. He said: "The manager of Stark Industries called my godson in the middle of the night, saying he wanted to invite me to see a patient."

He sighed, looked at Schiller, and said: "I didn't expect it was to see a patient for you. What illness do you have? State your symptoms yourself."

"Professor, don't be like this, I haven't taken an exam for a long time." Schiller said while seeing another figure again. He walked over and said: "Samantha, did you also receive an invitation?"

"Dr. Schiller? Didn't expect to see you here. Don't tell me, you are the consultation object this time?"

"That's right, who knows what Stark is thinking?"

Stark outside the door poked his head in to take a look. Steve asked him: "Are you sure this is an expert consultation? Why do I feel like it's their class reunion?"

Stark sighed and said: "This is very normal. The top figures in a certain circle all graduated from those few schools. Either they are classmates, or alumni, or teacher and student. But it doesn't matter, as long as they can treat the illness."

But soon, they heard the dialogue of the doctors in the room again.

"Samantha, is your OCD a bit better? I remember when we talked on the phone last time, you said you adjusted the dosage, how is the effect?"

The blonde female doctor shook her head and said: "Don't mention it, I was a bit busy during that period, didn't take medicine on time, so it worsened a bit. But it's much better now."

"By the way, is Hop still living in the Los Angeles mental hospital? Did his family not consider transferring him?"

"He is staying quite well in Los Angeles. His attending doctor is precisely the professor who originally taught him basic psychology. He can even pursue advanced studies during his hospitalization. I even wish there were such a good thing."

"Hey, Schiller! Come over, Professor Tier is looking for you!"

After Schiller walked over, that old professor pushed his glasses and said: "Stark invited us here, it shouldn't be to treat your autism. Your symptoms don't need treatment either. Let me guess, your anxiety disorder worsened again?"

"A little bit, but it's not serious. This time they might want to treat my multiple personality disorder."

"Multiple personality? When did you also suffer from multiple personality?" That black doctor Tim looked at him: "Still remember Angel? He called me a few days ago saying his multiple personality disorder is much better. When we were in school, he always lost things because of this. Still remember the dance party? He almost lost his dance partner."

Saying this, several people laughed. That somewhat thin doctor said: "I guess, Stark who invited us here has no understanding of psychology and psychiatry at all. Outsiders always like to make a fuss. Once they hear any mental disorder, they feel it's a terminal illness."

"No way, there are still many people who don't understand psychological and mental treatment now." The old professor sighed and said: "You study hard and refine your professional ability precisely to eliminate prejudice..."

Stark outside the door said to Steve: "I feel this isn't a class reunion, but a patient exchange meeting."

"Damn it, can't you be a psychologist if you aren't sick?"

"I feel this isn't reliable at all." Steve concluded: "It looks like they often treat each other, but no one cured anyone..."

Stark covered his forehead and said: "Forget it, it seems this method won't work. Let's go seek help from someone more professional."

That afternoon, Stark and Steve came to the Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. When they explained their intention to Charles, what surprised them was that Charles shook his head and refused their request.

Steve sighed and said: "Professor, I know, you mutants aren't willing to participate in this kind of thing, it might increase trouble for you in vain. I also understand, the situation of mutants themselves isn't good..."

"It's not because of this." Charles denied: "Actually I am very willing to help, but except for this matter."

"Why?" Stark asked very puzzledly.

"You want me to treat Schiller, but in my opinion, he cannot be treated."

"What do you mean?"

"His illness... oh, no, it can't be called an illness, it should be called his situation, it has already exceeded the scope of illness, more like a kind of ability."

"You can't ask me to cure a superpower, just like I can't cure your wisdom, or his strength. This isn't necessary."

"Ability?" Stark and Steve looked at each other, both seeing the puzzlement in each other's eyes. They didn't understand what kind of mental illness could be called an ability.

"Perhaps I say it like this, you can't understand. If you can obtain his own consent, then perhaps I can show you why this is."

"He said he is willing to cooperate. I feel, we don't need to ask again, right?"

Charles shook his head again and said: "If you really want to do this, then sleep on time at night, I will come to find you."

By the evening, Stark came to the Shining Alliance base in the dream and successfully met Charles, but didn't see Steve's figure. He asked Charles: "Didn't you say he would come too?"

"Yes, but... he seems to have a bit of insomnia. If I help him..."

"Completely no problem, he absolutely won't mind with you."

"Alright." As soon as Charles's voice fell, a confused Steve appeared in the dream base. He covered his forehead and said: "I must be too tired, otherwise how could I dream of Stark in my dream?"

Stark snorted coldly and said: "I just said, not everyone has the ability to control their own consciousness in the dream."

In the next few minutes, Charles explained the current situation to Steve. Steve sat on the sofa, covering his forehead and said: "So, we are indeed in a dream now, and then want to find Dr. Schiller through the dream?"

"That's right. During the day I already called him, he agreed for us to visit at night."

"Visit? Why can't he come here?"

"You will know soon."

Next, Charles waved his hand, and several people came to the outside of the base. Thick white mist wrapped them. The huge iron city built by Stark kept retreating in the field of vision. They were traveling rapidly in the dream.

Soon, a small black dot appeared on the horizon. Stark narrowed his eyes and looked in that direction.

In less than a few seconds, they approached there rapidly. As the distance got closer and closer, Stark and Steve both saw that it was a huge, towering tower.

In an instant, they came to the gate of this high tower. Charles walked up, pulled the door ring, and knocked on the door. The gate opened with a "creak" sound. Schiller who opened the door was wearing a white uniform, which made Charles breathe a sigh of relief.

He muttered to himself in a low voice: "Luckily it's not that cylinder head before, he is simply a chatterbox..."

Stark and Steve stepped in. Just stepping into the interior of the high tower, they were stunned by the scene in front of them.

That was a huge, prosperous, bustling, and lively—towering high tower.

Wherever the eyes could see, the floors were endless.

At this moment, Stark and Steve finally understood what the superpower Charles mentioned referred to.

Schiller turned back, closed the door, opened his arms, and said:

"Welcome to my palace of thought."

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Writing a big chapter is because if the plot is relatively coherent, it's not easy to split chapters. I have a certain artistic pursuit for breaking chapters: C