Chapter 4925: There Are No Bats Here (Thirty)

At this time, Shiler was standing outside the teaching building of the Psychology Department at Gotham University, though not at the main entrance, but beside the side door. And behind him, following him, was exactly the regional head of the Chemistry Department, "Scarecrow".

The tactic "killing with a borrowed knife" is really useful. I believe many people, when playing games, like to lure two neutral monsters together, watch them fight, and then pick up the dropped equipment.

However, some games do not make fine distinctions, which leads to even if you lure two monsters, they will both attack the player. But Brainiac in this aspect does relatively fine detail; not only do the bosses attack each other, but occasionally even minor monsters from different regions will fight each other.

Shiler admits he indeed had a bit of desire to see what skills this boss modeled after himself would have. So he lured the monster from the chemistry building over. This is actually not easy; even with spider-sense assistance, he failed many times.

In the middle, there were several times when the monster got away, several times when it was intercepted by patrolling minor monsters, but Shiler managed to escape each time. Finally seizing an opportunity, he still managed to lure this monster to the psychology department side.

Shiler looked around and did not see the figure described for that boss wearing a black suit and holding an umbrella. He suspected the final boss might be inside the teaching building, but luring "Scarecrow" into the building would be more difficult. There are definitely many monsters inside this building.

Shiler ultimately decided to try anyway. He first entered through the side door, and "Scarecrow" followed him in. But unexpectedly, the screen went black, and after the cutscene, he found himself sitting in a classroom again.

The boss who had just been chasing him to fight was now sitting beside him.

"How can monsters even come in here?" Shiler frowned.

"I'd like to know too," Brainiac's voice sounded somewhat helpless, "Can you not order fried rice at the bar?"

Upon hearing this, Shiler felt justified: "Since you can lure monsters, you should have anticipated this situation."

Fortunately, it was only a somewhat strange situation, and the program did not crash. Immediately after, a figure very similar to Shiler appeared at the podium and began lecturing.

What was being lectured was not basic psychology, but a part of psychoanalytic theory. The textbook used was a book Shiler himself wrote, concerning personality theory.

Shiler never imagined that one day he would sit in a classroom listening to himself lecture. However, he also knew that his actual large-class teaching level was quite ordinary, basically just reading from the textbook.

But psychoanalytic theory is like this: what the teacher can lecture in class is very limited. The theories students need to memorize by rote have little use in actual application and writing papers; they can only serve as a reference.

Shiler saw the exam papers being handed out and shook his head. The first paper tested the theories just lectured in class, including some fill-in-the-blank and essay questions. This was fundamentally not difficult; Shiler casually wrote and passed. But then he actually had to write a paper.

Shiler felt a headache coming on, not because he couldn't write, but because he realized that if they were to test paper-writing, he would probably have to struggle alone. Who among those who joined the game would write a psychoanalytic paper?

Logically, Harley and Tim should be able to, but they graduated long ago and usually don't write. Moreover, personality theory wasn't particularly emphasized; Shiler didn't focus on it in class and assigned little homework, so they would likely forget it even more. What to do?

Actually, normally, after listening to this lecture, one should be able to write. But the trouble with psychoanalytic theory lies precisely here: theory and understanding are completely different. If you listen to this lecture and write based on what was taught, the result is very likely to be a pile of toilet paper. Yet incorporating your own understanding is again very difficult.

Shiler wrote while worrying. Currently, among the players encountered, those who might possibly pass are only those two former students, plus Charles and Lilith. Basic strength-type superpowered beings basically cannot pass.

"This evaluation standard……" Shiler muttered as he spoke.

"According to your evaluation standard," Brainiac's tone really cannot be said to lack even a bit of schadenfreude, "the standard formulated based on your comprehensive evaluation standard for student homework and papers."

That's it, Shiler immediately realized, Tim and Harley might both fail.

This is because, when they studied, Brainiac did not yet exist. The students entering the psychology department had mixed talents, and Shiler's standard was relatively low. But after Brainiac arrived, Shiler's students were carefully selected, most of them talented, like Jenna. Thus Shiler's requirements naturally increased.

After the standard was raised, it would raise the overall standard level. If Harley and Tim still wrote at their previous level, whether they could pass would be uncertain.

Hope they become smarter, realize they might need to take an exam, and proactively come to me for tutoring. Shiler sighed. But, how to tutor is also a problem; without their own understanding, they might still not pass.

Shiler casually wrote a short paper and handed it in. The next second, his vision went black, and he actually appeared outside the psychology department. Shiler was truly shocked: "Brainiac!"

"Wait a moment," Brainiac was obviously checking data, and he also didn't understand why Shiler didn't pass. Could it be that his simulated Shiler's standard had an error?

"Ah, wait, you cannot write your own article," Brainiac said, "otherwise it will be judged as academic plagiarism."

Shiler almost laughed in anger: "You mean, using my own academic achievements is academic plagiarism???"

"Obviously I didn't expect you would come to participate in this game," Brainiac also didn't hide anything, "because the game can go offline anytime, I worried they would find you to ghostwrite, or simply memorize your paper to cheat. So, all instances of your academic achievements appearing will be considered plagiarism and thus not pass."

Shiler took a deep breath, turned his head, and left the psychology department. It can only be said that his rich experience in fighting wits and courage against others taught him not to quarrel with himself.

Shiler was the first to return. Charles immediately noticed his abnormality, poured him a cup of hot tea, and then asked: "What's wrong, Professor?"

Shiler opened his mouth, but for a moment didn't know how to describe the current situation, so he just sat silently there drinking tea. Charles walked over and sat opposite him, then said: "Are the monsters in the university hard to deal with? Want me to go check?"

At this moment, Shiler thought, Charles is also a very skilled psychologist, though not specialized in psychoanalytic theory, but he knows mind-reading, so he has some experience; maybe he could pass. So he said: "Professor Xavier, how much do you understand about personality theory in psychoanalytic theory?"

"I don't really understand the whole psychoanalytic theory," Charles said, "I have no need to study or research this."

"I think you can try researching it," Shiler said, "In my personality theory book, I mentioned that the sociality of human individuals and the sociality of human self-personality are very similar……"

Shiler began to expound his view, and Charles listened very attentively. After listening, he said: "This actually reminds me of your high tower in your mental world, just like the Tower of Babel that humans once built. You should know the legend of the Tower of Babel, right?"

Shiler nodded and said: "Yes, people wanted to build a tower reaching the heavens to touch the gods, which angered the gods, who made the people in the tower have different languages, thus unable to communicate, and the Tower of Babel then collapsed with a bang……"

"Yes, I believe this is also a very good metaphor for what you said about the sociality of people and the sociality of personality. If people's personality masks are like those in the Tower of Babel unable to communicate, then naturally it would produce self-doubt, self-loathing, and other emotions……"

The two thus began exchanging views, and by the time Ethan and Gordon returned, they had basically reached the level of being able to publish jointly. And Shiler finally breathed a sigh of relief; Charles should be able to pass.

Then he added: "I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to give Harley, Tim, and Lilith a lecture, otherwise we won't be able to defeat the regional boss……"

Shiler told Charles about his experience in the psychology department, and Charles was also speechless: "Fortunately there's no boss modeled after me, otherwise we'd also have to test mind-reading proficiency?"

"I think it's more like testing early childhood education level," Shiler said with a smile.

At this time, the team heading to Wayne Tower finally found the explosives hidden by the Joker and successfully retrieved them from the terminal. The team members began to retreat.

As soon as they returned, Ted rushed in excitedly saying: "Look what we got!"

Normally, many people would gather around, celebrating their victory and praising their dropped equipment. But actually, the manor was filled with a dead silence; Tim and Harley sat at the dining table, heads down, spiritless.

Charles's phantom sat opposite them, still patiently saying: "This is also unavoidable, Mr. and Miss. If others could pass, there would be no need for you to review. The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility……"

"The problem is I don't see where I have any ability," Tim said, "It's not said that because I'm a bit stronger than Bruce, I truly have talent for psychoanalytic theory. Bruce is one point, even if I am ten points, the full score is still one hundred……"

"I at most twenty points," Harley also laughed in anger, "I occasionally have some inspiration, but that doesn't mean I can really research psychoanalytic theory. What's the difference between most of this theory and dream talk?"

"I now understand why this prop exists," Tim threw that purple book prop onto the table, "Brainiac! Is this your cross-era virtual game system?"

"This is the difficulty you wanted," Brainiac's tone remained as flat as ever, "You've always complained that Dujie isn't hard enough. Now it's enough, right?"

The two could not refute. It can only be said that greed is still too merciful, lacking this evil artificial intelligence's ruthlessness. While everyone complained that Dujie's dungeon difficulty wasn't enough, he still hadn't unleashed this big killer.

Otherwise, making psychoanalytic theory the endgame content, even if Batman came, he'd have to start with twenty thousand hours. Wouldn't the game length and difficulty then both be there?