Chapter 393

In Stark's field of vision, Schiller wearing the doctor's uniform walked up a few steps slowly, came to the center of the open space in front of the door, and when he opened his arms, the light falling from the top of the high tower shone on his body, and behind him were layers upon layers of floors and stairs that seemed to have no end.

"Welcome to my palace of thought."

They heard Schiller say this, and then saw him lower his arms, lower his head, and say: "No matter when, no matter where, those different from ordinary people are called patients."

"But, when you cannot obtain an advantage in a group using ordinary methods, then being the sickest person is the only way to break free from this mediocre and boring life."

They heard Schiller's tone become cadence.

"If you cannot treat this madness, then turn it into an unrivaled power, give up being with ordinary people..."

"Be a fearless, terminally ill lunatic."

Although Charles had already seen such a scene, he was still amazed by the unique temperament Schiller exuded at this moment.

The world's most powerful mind-reading ability user was very clear that the human spiritual world was his greatest charm, and he had never seen any person as special as Schiller, possessing such a unique and charming spiritual world full of irresistible charm.

Stark and Steve were both silent. Now, they finally understood why Charles said Schiller couldn't be treated, or rather, he actually didn't need to be treated.

If a person could possess such a magnificent spiritual world, and only appeared slightly different from ordinary people on the surface, then actually no one had the position to regard him as a patient, and no one had the qualification to treat him.

Just when Stark was about to speak, he heard a "click" sound coming from behind him. He turned his head and saw a big lock hanging on the gate that had been closed by Schiller.

"I don't like guests who leave without saying goodbye, especially one of them who even threatened to treat me." Schiller showed a smile and said: "Since you have already come to my house as guests, how can I not find something to entertain you?"

Steve also turned his head to look at the lock and said: "Do you intend to lock us here? Does this count as entertainment?"

"No, how could I use a lock to entertain others? That's just to prevent you from leaving too early. After all, I don't have many visitors here. When guests come, of course, I have to keep them for a while longer."

Stark had a bad premonition. He discovered that this kind of bad premonition had been increasing recently, and all of them had come true. This feeling had just risen in his heart when he heard Schiller say in a calm tone:

"I really want to guide you, but I feel that since you are so confident, free visiting shouldn't be difficult for you."

"You can walk up along this staircase on your left hand, and then each of you pick a room. Any room might have a key. Before getting the key, you won't be able to leave here."

"Then now..." Schiller raised his head, raised his volume, and said in a tone with a bit of excitement: "The game begins!"

Instantly, Schiller's figure disappeared. Stark tilted his head and looked at Charles. Professor Charles understood his meaning. He shook his head and said: "No, I cannot forcibly take you away from here."

"If it were myself, I could try to do so, but Steve, including you, your mental strength is actually just that of ordinary people, I'm afraid you cannot accept a way of traveling that is too violent."

"To forcibly leave here, I must punch a hole in the wall, but the aftermath is very likely to affect your consciousness bodies, so..."

"Alright." Stark hugged his arms, raised his head to look at the situation on the high tower, and said: "I want to see what will be here."

The three walked up along the staircase Schiller mentioned, and the eye-opening sightseeing tour had just begun.

Just coming to the flat corridor, several people saw countless figures shuttling back and forth.

Stark just walked forward two steps and saw Schiller walking toward him. Stark wanted to open his mouth to ask, but this Schiller brushed past him. Stark turned to look at his back, and as a result, his left shoulder was bumped by another Schiller walking past in a hurry.

"Oh, sorry! Please let me pass!" That Schiller walked past him quickly. Stark wanted to reach out to call him, but was bumped by another Schiller and turned a circle.

The last Schiller who walked past just now seemed to be in a teenage state. When Steve curiously turned his head to look at him, he saw a child run past again.

On the corridor opposite the patio, there was Schiller on the phone, and there was also Schiller who had just walked out of the door. Stark stiffened his neck and said after a long while: "... I really underestimated the degree of his madness."

"Don't tell me, these are all his personalities?" Steve said while looking at the scene on the opposite corridor. He said somewhat hesitantly: "Is there really a need for treatment?"

Charles sighed and said: "This is what I said before, I cannot treat Schiller."

He explained: "Most patients with multiple personality disorder were stimulated by something. After being stimulated, their original personality couldn't bear this stimulation, so a new personality was produced to replace them to deal with certain things they couldn't bear."

"Of course, some people might split into multiple personalities at once, and might also split into multiple personalities because of repeated stimulation."

"But the more personalities split, the heavier the pressure on the master personality will be. His share in his own consciousness will decline, which will lead to his time controlling the body becoming shorter and shorter, while the time losing consciousness becomes longer and longer."

"This will seriously affect the patient's normal life, so the master personality might produce very great malice toward other personalities, not accepting them, which will lead to the separation situation becoming more and more serious."

"And when the master personality produces malice toward other personalities, other personalities will also become more and more uncontrollable, and even do things that harm the master personality. If not intervened, it will finally evolve into a struggle between personalities."

Charles also walked to the railing, looking at the figures coming and going on the opposite corridor, and said: "I don't know if you have fantasized about creating a brand new personality to replace yourself to complete some troublesome things."

Steve smiled and said: "That's right, when I was still a comic artist, I fantasized about having another me to replace me in inking, how good would that be?"

"Many people treat multiple personality as a 'convenient' disease. They think that having personalities with different abilities and identities can help them obtain more abilities."

"This way, they can escape things they don't want to do and throw those things to their other personality, but in reality, this simply cannot be done."

"If not intervened and treated, it will finally evolve into a situation of mutual slaughter between personalities."

"So..." Stark looked at this high tower with countless floors. He asked as if talking to himself: "How on earth did he do it?"

"Splitting personalities isn't difficult. Anyone with relatively strong control over their own consciousness can do this point, including you and me, Tony."

"But what's difficult is how to let these personalities live in peace and perform their own duties. This is almost an impossible thing to do."

"Any personality born won't feel that they are a sub-personality. They will all naturally want the control of the body, and they will all naturally want to kill the master personality."

"So where is Schiller's master personality?" Steve asked.

"I'm afraid, we must go deep into this high tower to know." Charles turned around and said: "I have been here a few times, but haven't explored deeply, but I must remind you that this must be a very dangerous place."

"Against the Gods"

"Among the patients with dissociative identity disorder I have seen, one or several of their personalities will have danger."

"Among so many personalities, there will definitely be a few extreme dangerous elements." Charles said, and turned to Stark and Steve to explain: "You should have also had nightmares. If you get hurt in this world, it is equivalent to having a very serious nightmare. This won't kill you, but it will damage your spirit, and might need a few days of recuperation to recover."

"So, if you really encounter danger that you cannot deal with at all, then concentrate your attention and recite my name silently. I can forcibly take you back here."

"Although this will also consume some of your spirit, at least it won't let you need to lie in bed for a few days."

"Thanks, Professor." Stark looked at the situation in the corridor and said: "Just now, Schiller said let us each pick a room. Does it mean one room can only be entered by one person?"

"I feel it's safer to do as he said." Steve touched his chin and said: "It seems we must act separately."

"Which floor are you going to?" Stark looked at him and asked. Steve shrugged and said: "You pick first, I can go anywhere."

Stark snorted coldly and said: "You'd better not underestimate the enemy. Your mental strength is just that of an ordinary person, and you don't have strong control over the consciousness world. You'd better pick a simpler room, otherwise..."

Steve turned his head left and right. He cast his gaze on the door closest to him and said: "How about this one."

Saying this, he walked up and looked at the door. There was no mark on the door, but the door handle looked like a building block. Steve didn't look carefully, gripped the handle, turned it, and then pushed the door and walked in.

Stark looked at that door handle and said: "I feel I should have stopped him just now. That behind it is definitely not a good place."

At this time, Charles also turned and walked toward the staircase and said: "You pick a room on this floor, I'll go up and take a look."

Stark stood in the middle of the corridor, looked left and right, and then walked toward a room at the end of the corridor. There was no mark on the door there either, but the handle was a somewhat old wooden door handle, and a strange symbol was drawn on it.

Stark specifically observed that symbol. The entire symbol was composed of lines. The outside was an equilateral triangle, the center was a perfect circle, and there was a vertical line in the center of the circle.

Stark was sure he had never seen this symbol before, but he still turned the door handle and walked in.