Chapter 3966

However, what also exceeded Schiller's expectations was that ordinary human society was preparing for war quite actively. As soon as the two of them walked into the venue, an employee from the Spear Bureau brought over a stack of materials and asked them to register.

Schiller looked around, and those rows of seats at the registration desk were full. Regardless of whether they were superheroes or mysterious existences, they all sat there honestly and began to fill out forms.

Schiller and Stark took the forms and found two empty seats in the corner to sit down. Only when looking carefully at that form did they discover that it was a superhuman ability registration form, which listed the superhuman ability options that needed to be counted in great detail.

Stark filled it out quite happily; after all, his superhuman ability was indeed simple—other than being super rich, he was super smart. Schiller had quite a lot to struggle with.

First of all, in what capacity should he go to the battlefield? His ability as Moon Knight in this universe relied on Khonshu, and Khonshu needed the moon. Although it wasn't impossible to drag the moon to the battlefield, the moon was after all a resource for all mankind, and taking it away like this was a bit lacking in quality.

Moreover, whoever Khonshu chooses is Moon Knight. Even if Schiller doesn't act as this Moon Knight, Khonshu can still go to battle with Marc. Although he is currently working as an agent, drinking coffee and eating donuts every day, he is definitely reliable at critical moments; after all, he is the authentic Moon Knight, and Schiller is purely a kidnapping.

And his own identity setting has no useful superhuman abilities; even counting the telepathy he made up, it definitely can't compare to Professor X, so the role he can play is not large.

As for why he wants to play a big role, it's mainly because he can only watch the fun by going to the front line. With so many superheroes fighting in a group, how could he miss this fun?

If he only acted as a psychologist, he could only stay in the rear, and it was very likely he would be grabbed by Wanda to take care of the children. Accompanying those four little demons growing bigger and bigger, Schiller was also a bit unable to take it. When he heard that Wanda wanted Billy to study psychology, Schiller felt the sky was about to collapse.

Moon Knight was too troublesome, and a psychologist couldn't go to the front line; Schiller thought about it, and it still had to be the ability of the Gray Mist that was best to use.

But in fact, the Gray Mist didn't have a public identity. The fact that Schiller could turn into mist was basically only known to insiders. And other than some friends who had a good relationship with Schiller, most people didn't even know the Gray Mist had an independent consciousness, thinking it was just Schiller's superhuman ability.

Then Schiller suddenly thought that he could completely participate in the war as the possessor of a symbiote, like Eddie. Anyway, when the time came, it would look like a ball of mist, and the face wouldn't be visible, so who would know who he was?

Just like Eddie, as long as Venom was always smeared on his face, his identity was Venom, not Eddie. In fact, there were many people who only knew Venom and didn't know or care who his host was.

Thinking of this, Schiller looked up, and then discovered Eddie was also filling out the form. He picked up the form directly and walked over to prepare to copy, only to find Eddie and Venom were arguing again—to be precise, Venom was complaining unilaterally.

"The one going to battle is clearly me, you should fill in my name! Hurry up! Write Venom here!"

"What do you mean by external equipment?! You actually think I'm your external equipment?! Good heavens, would you call your heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys external equipment? Can they go to work in Centaurus alone?!"

"How could you write that?! My appearance is not a 'slimy black parasite'!! You bastard, hurry up and change it!!"

"Be quiet, Venom." Eddie said, "I can't write you as too strong; if I do, they will arrange many combat missions for me, and I won't have time to take pictures. Only by being arranged in the second line will I have a chance to take good photos."

Seeing Schiller walk over, Eddie looked up at him and said: "What's wrong? Are you done filling it out? Doctor?"

"Not yet, I'm hesitating about how to fill it out." Schiller sat down beside him and said, "I'm preparing to go to the battlefield as the Gray Mist."

"Gray Mist?" Eddie said, "Oh, yes, I've seen him, and Venom is quite familiar with him too. Then we two can be considered to be on the same side."

"Yes, but actually I don't want to expose the Gray Mist, so I plan to give myself another codename. What do you think is better?"

Eddie thought about it, revealed a look of recollection, and then said: "Do you remember the 'Visitor in the Mist' incident?"

Schiller also revealed a look of recollection; this matter was indeed a bit distant. He thought about it and said: "Do you think I can use this codename? Mist Guest?"

"That's right, it sounds very mysterious, doesn't it? And it also fits the Gray Mist's appearance very well. However, I think it's best if you don't write down the Gray Mist's true abilities; try to write them as weak as possible, otherwise it will be troublesome if they ask you to fight Superman or something."

Schiller nodded. However, he didn't deliberately write the Gray Mist as very weak, because even if the Gray Mist's abilities were written truthfully, they didn't look very strong—the status of the strongest Nameless Mist couldn't be reflected in this information.

Schiller wrote for a long time, discovering that it was just having one more function of decomposing and storing substances than other symbiotes, and then not being too afraid of flames and sound waves. Although the defensive ability was significantly stronger than other symbiotes, because it was mist, although the other party couldn't hit it, it couldn't block anything either, so it was approximately equal to having none.

Eddie finished filling his out first and then watched Schiller write. Only after Schiller finished writing in a flourish and handed it in did he say: "If you write the focus of your ability like this, I'm afraid they will arrange you for a transportation post."

"That shouldn't be the case." Schiller frowned and said, "I just said I can decompose and store, but I didn't say how much I can store, and I didn't say I have the ability to keep things fresh. Besides, how many superheroes eat? Transporting so many supplies is useless anyway."

"I hope they are too busy to experiment." Eddie shook his head and said, "Otherwise, they might ask you to transport all the spaceships over together."

"Good heavens, that won't work, right?" Although Schiller said so, he still asked the Gray Mist. The answer given by the Gray Mist was that it was possible, it was just that it would be very slow—rather than letting him decompose and carry them, it was better to put them directly into the World Within Restraint.

Schiller thought about it and felt it was the same. Although he didn't think the people coordinating would let him move all the spaceships, if they wanted to build an outpost, there would definitely be quite a lot of building materials. Large items could be transported by spaceship, but if they remembered they were missing something halfway through building, he would probably have to move them.

Move them if he must; Schiller didn't feel there was anything bad about being a porter. On the contrary, this kind of second-line work close to the front line could allow him to observe the battlefield situation very well, and in case anyone was injured, he could also bring the other party back at the fastest speed.

Sure enough, not long after this meeting ended, Schiller received a war preparation notice, on which was written the position he might be arranged for—one was logistics dispatch, and the other was a medic.

The Gray Mist was high-spirited about not having to fight, but Schiller didn't have much confidence in himself being this medic. After all, battlefield first aid and working in a hospital were two completely different things, and even if he worked in a hospital, he was only a psychologist; performing surgery or something wasn't his job.

Originally, Schiller had some hesitation about the position of medic, but then he saw that the notice of Doctor Strange, who had just returned from the Main Universe, also had "medic" written on it, and he couldn't help but feel happy.

"You can whip their butts with magic ribbons while performing surgery on the wounded." Schiller stood outside the surgical office of the Presbyterian Hospital and laughed loudly, "It's time for the Hand of God to perform!"

Doctor Strange, who was filling out medical records, rolled his eyes fiercely. Just as he wanted to say something, Schiller continued: "You know, this is the best opportunity to show your intact hands in front of the Doctor Strange of the multiverse. If you can perform a perfect surgical operation under the siege of superheroes—God will call you God!"

Doctor Strange immediately swallowed the words of rebuttal, and even looked back at Schiller and said: "Remember to remind Stark to create an opportunity for me."

"Help you lure superheroes?"

"Help me knock some trouble into his skull, so I can perform neurosurgery on him."

All superheroes received their notices, on which were written the positions they might serve, generally 2~3. If they had any strong objections to any of them, they could reply to decline, but most people had no opinion—this was clearly arranged according to their abilities.

At this time, the role of ordinary people was actually reflected. What is the possibility that a powerful superhero happens to be a very powerful group combat commander and strategist? In reality, it is very small. If they also knew how to manage logistics and coordinate personnel dispatch, then God would truly have to call them God.

Anyway, so far, no one like that could be found on Earth. Even Schiller couldn't command group army operations—this wasn't drawing a box in a computer game and then A-ing up; there were too many complicated things involved, and the pressure to bear was also unimaginable for ordinary people. Moreover, this universe also contained many super-powered people, so the number of decisions to be made increased exponentially, and the difficulty was not comparable.

It wasn't that it was impossible for superheroes to learn these things, but the vast majority of superheroes weren't born powerful. Even Captain America had to keep exercising, otherwise the proficiency of fighting skills would decline; even mutants had to practice a lot to use their superhuman abilities more proficiently, and there was simply no time to learn this kind of thing.

If it was just going to bully aliens, or those mass-produced robots of the Three Empires, there was no need for too detailed strategy; as long as the general direction wasn't wrong, it would be fine, after all, the individual differences were too large, and the military force was unilaterally crushing, so naturally there was no pressure in this regard.

But if they were facing a group of the same super-powered people, for example, the upcoming Justice League, then it would be completely different. Their side had superhuman abilities, and the other side did too, and the strength of the superhuman abilities couldn't pull too much of a gap, so wouldn't they be fighting for strategy?

Batman was not weak in strategy and tactics, and with so many Batmen together, he was even stronger. Instead of letting the completely unprofessional superheroes on the Marvel side study tactics, it was better to leave professional matters to professional people and let those ordinary people who were professionally matched do it directly.

Although it seemed ordinary people had no experience, in reality, the Marvel universe had always had super-powered people. When fighting the two world wars, the generals would also consider the influence of super-powered people; every country had similar experience, and even some generals from that era hadn't died yet, and with the significant increase in human lifespan, they had returned to their prime. The national server was on the leaderboard, and the battle record could be checked.

Therefore, letting professionally matched ordinary people coordinate and arrange, and letting super-powered people go to the battlefield to fight, was considered the best arrangement. Although the coordination level couldn't compare to Batman, as long as they could be orderly, this aspect actually couldn't pull too much of a gap, and in the end, they still had to fight for operational details.

Schiller soon received a tactical manual again. Most of the content was universal, teaching some details on the battlefield; there was also a part tailored for him, telling him what he could do with his ability.

Schiller had already discovered that the person who wrote this book had a high level, because in the part of the customized tactics, he wrote a hypothesis that he could consider carrying out the movement of factors inside the Gray Mist to cause damage to the enemy. Schiller had practiced this before, and it was indeed very easy to use, which could be considered one of the few extremely lethal means of the Gray Mist.

And when the central universe where Schiller was had already begun to actively prepare for war, people from the Main Universe finally came. And unexpectedly, it wasn't Doctor Strange or Iron Man from the Main Universe who came, but Magneto and Mystique of the Brotherhood of Mutants.

The one who received them was Charles—the young version of Charles Xavier.

When Main Universe Magneto pushed open the door and saw those blue eyes, it was like entering a beautiful dream, but more like suddenly waking up from a nightmare of many years, discovering that he had long since drowned in the deep sea, and the decaying bones reached out, wanting to grab the last ray of light on the sea surface.

?? Who are you looking at ~~