Chapter 524: Journey to Explore Schiller's Past (Part 3)

"Hurry! Hurry and think of a way! Get him back to the real world! Quick!"

Stark had almost become an ant on a hot pot. He felt that if this continued, Schiller might not want to resurrect, and then things would be big.

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"But we can't persuade him now!" Steve was also very anxious. He said: "Before, I had seen similar situations on the battlefield. After emotions completely collapse, the more you comfort and persuade, the less he can listen."

Charles sighed and said: "This is normal. Therefore, the treatment of mental illness sometimes requires medication, otherwise, it is impossible for the patient to calm down and accept treatment."

"But this is the dream world. Where can we find sedative drugs?" Stark frowned and asked. But afterward, he thought about it and looked at Charles and asked: "Professor Charles, even if you can't use mandatory means to modify Schiller's memory, can you make his spirit a bit more stable?"

"If it's just this personality, maybe it's possible. But if it's that tower, I'm afraid I can't. How can I make a tower stable?"

Charles recalled again and said: "If I remember correctly, without going through that tower, this personality of Schiller has no way to float to the surface of consciousness and cannot control the body."

"That tower has so many personalities, I can't hypnotize them one by one. If we take this stabilized personality and go up, we will definitely be stopped. Forcing our way probably won't work either."

"Wait!" Stark and Steve looked at each other. Steve spoke first: "It seems there is no one in his tower now."

Charles also reacted, because he knew about the existence of that ship of Schillers. Charles said: "He seems to have sent many of his personalities out to deal with the Egyptian gods. We can take advantage of this gap to make this personality fall into a deep sleep, and then take it to the tower to let it float to the surface of consciousness..."

"No, Schiller's body is still in a state of death." Steve raised another objection. He said: "The problem is, how do we resurrect him?"

"Let me think... let me think..." Stark stroked his chin and paced in the corridor. He said: "If we follow this principle, as long as Schiller's soul returns and the body returns to a living physiological state, he can be resurrected."

"His soul has not been annihilated, so we just need to resurrect his body."

"But you have seen that kind of fatal wound before. How could he still be alive?" Steve said helplessly.

But Stark said quickly: "Ordinary people might not be able to, but have you forgotten? Lan Ling and the others told us that there is also a special symbiont in Schiller's body, which is the source of Schiller's power to become gray mist."

"For a symbiont, there are almost no wounds they cannot repair. We just need to let that symbiont repair Schiller's body, and then let his soul return, and he can be resurrected."

"Theoretically, it is feasible." Steve nodded and said: "There is another problem. How do we let that symbiont repair the body? We are not Schiller and cannot control him."

"He should have independent wisdom. As long as he has wisdom, we can persuade him." Stark stopped and said: "Okay, that's it. Let's try this plan first."

He looked at Professor Charles and said: "Professor, you are responsible for making the personality in the room calm down, and then we will take him back to that tower along the path we came from."

"After we return to that tower, Steve, you are responsible for watching him, and I will find the symbiont's consciousness that might exist in the tower and try to persuade him to repair Schiller's body."

"After the body is repaired, we send this personality to the surface of consciousness, let the soul return, and Schiller will be resurrected."

"Afterward, we control his body, try to make him calm down, and then talk about letting him accept mental treatment..."

Stark's series of plans were spoken very quickly, but the other two heard them very clearly. After listening to the plan, they began to act.

Charles's ability was indeed more than what it looked like on the surface. When they narrowed their eyes, an invisible force spread out. As the frequency gradually slowed down, all the consciousness bodies present felt an irresistible drowsiness.

"Wait! Professor! You can't stabilize us together!" Steve said drowsily.

Charles paused slightly, and then Stark and Steve broke free from this state. However, Schiller's head, who was constantly talking to the balance next to the table in the room, began to droop constantly, and then gradually fell on the table, falling into a deep sleep.

In the dark, Charles felt as if he had heard a sigh, and that sigh was full of relief.

But he didn't find anything unusual. The plan continued smoothly. Stark and Steve walked into the room and set Schiller, who was asleep, up. Seeing him clutching the balance, Stark hesitated but didn't take it away.

When the two set Schiller up and walked out, Khonshu, who was waiting outside, was shocked to see Schiller asleep. But afterward, he still took the three of them back to Schiller's Mind Palace along the original path.

Steve and Khonshu took Schiller back to the mental hospital ward on the 10th floor. The owner of the ward was not there now, so it happened to be used as a stronghold for them.

Steve wanted to go with Stark to find the consciousness of the gray mist, but was rejected by Stark. Considering that Schiller might wake up at any time, Steve finally stayed behind to watch over the sleeping Schiller.

After leaving the mental hospital on the 10th floor, Stark hesitated at the stairs, not knowing whether to go down or up.

Suddenly, he heard a "thump, thump, thump" sound. Leaning on the railing of the patio and looking down, he saw young Schiller chasing a gray ball.

This ball looked a bit familiar, like highly concentrated gray mist, or like a slime. Stark froze for a moment, then walked down the stairs quickly and blocked the gray ball.

Young Schiller, who was chasing the ball behind, saw Stark appear here and showed a shocked expression again. At this time, Stark had already picked up the ball.

The gray ball caught by Stark turned into a mass of gray mist floating in the air with a "bang." Stark saw two eyes composed of vortices. If he didn't see it wrong, the expression of this gray mist at this time was also shocked.

This was the first time Stark had spoken to such a creature. He hesitated, not knowing how to start, but still said: "I am Stark, a friend of your master Schiller. Do you know me?"

Beyond Stark's expectation, the gray mist nodded. Although it was impossible to see where the head was, Stark saw it; he wanted to make a nodding action.

"Okay, listen, your master has encountered some trouble now. I know he might have told you a plan before, asking you to remove the body's defense so that he could die. But the problem now is that his soul has encountered some trouble. If we don't resurrect him, we have no way to treat him..."

"So, I hope you can control yourself to repair Schiller's body, so that his soul can return to his body, thereby resurrecting..."

After finishing this long paragraph quickly, Stark didn't expect this symbiont, which looked like exhaust gas leakage, to understand. But beyond his expectation again, the gray mist sent a puzzled emotion to him, and then Stark actually heard a voice saying:

"... What did you say?"

"You can speak?? Then why didn't you make a sound earlier?!" Stark stared at the gray mist and asked.

"He doesn't let me talk to strangers casually." The gray mist answered. He said: "And I smell the taste of a disgusting guy on you..."

"Disgusting guy? Who? Wait... could it be that mud?"

"That's right, it's him. He's sick. I don't want to play with him. Stay away from me."

"Okay, you're right about that. That mud is indeed sick... No, I'm not talking about this. Did you understand what I said before?"

"But I won't violate his orders." The gray mist answered: "If he didn't let me do this, then I wouldn't do it."

"But now it's for his own good..."

Just as Stark finished this sentence, he froze, because he seemed to have heard this line a long time ago.

He recalled that Schiller had asked Jarvis the same question in the car when he first met him, and afterward, he also asked him this question.

So, Stark cleared his throat and asked the gray mist:

"If one day, Schiller is dying, and one of your decisions can save your master, but he himself strongly opposes it, what would you do?"

"If you obey the order and don't save him, and he dies, will you regret it?"

"If he dies, do you think he will regret creating you before he dies?"

"If he dies, do you think he will resent you?"

"If he resents you, will you blame yourself?"

"If given another chance to start over, will you make a different choice?"

"If you disobey Schiller's order and choose to save him, and he blames you afterward, will you feel resentful?"

"If you disobey Schiller's order and save him, but he wants to kill you because you disobeyed the order, will you resent him?"

Stark used his amazing memory to return these questions to the gray mist exactly as they were. The scene of program collapse like Jarvis that he expected didn't appear. The gray mist said:

"In principle, I won't violate his orders..."

Instead, Stark froze. He looked at the gray mist and said: "In principle won't... what do you mean?"

"It means I need more money."

"I..."

Stark covered his forehead. How could he forget that one of the biggest characteristics of a symbiont is that it follows its master? Obviously, this symbiont didn't follow anything good.

"What do you want?" Stark asked.

"After he wakes up, if he finds that a bottle of wine is missing a sip, you tell him it's the loss during the storage process, how about that?"

Stark didn't understand this request of the gray mist, but it didn't sound like a very difficult thing, so Stark agreed.

Afterward, the gray mist disappeared from in front of him. After a while, he came back and said:

"The body is repaired. The elevator is over there. The elevator manager is on vacation today. If you want to go, you'd better go early..."

Stark felt a bit weird, but the anxious psychology still took the upper hand. So, he returned to the mental hospital, set Schiller, who was drowsy, into the elevator, and returned to the surface consciousness smoothly all the way. Afterward, the three woke up from the dream and returned to reality.

After they left, the gray mist sighed and entered the elevator, rising all the way to the hospital floor. At this time, two figures were leaning on the railing of the patio looking down. The gray mist leaned over and rubbed against one of the black-suited figures. DC Schiller touched the gray mist's head and said: "Don't think I didn't hear it just now. Did you steal wine again?"

"I didn't, it was the loss during the transportation process!"

Schiller shook his head helplessly. He lit a cigar and said to the green-haired figure beside him: "Seriously, we were actually able to persuade the 'Id' to cooperate with us..."

That green-haired figure let out a series of giggles, but said nothing.

DC Schiller touched the wound on his forehead and said: "Don't think I'm the crazier one, but in fact, it's completely the opposite. He is much crazier than me. The kind of emotion that can make people go crazy the most in this world is greed."

"Using suicide to test a secret that makes him curious is just a routine operation for him, but I must prepare a backup plan to prevent him from playing us to death together."

"So?"

"Suffering from childhood autism, witnessing the tragedy of parents being killed, forming an antisocial personality due to psychological trauma, but eventually making contributions to this society through his own efforts..."

"This origin story that overlaps many protagonist elements should provide great protection for our survival in this world."

"Why are you sure that this can become our origin story?" The green-haired Schiller asked.

The Schiller in the black suit took a puff of his cigar, slowly exhaled the smoke, and through the smoke, he looked at the floor below and said:

"What's important is not the story, but the storyteller."

"When several extremely important existences in this world are all singing this origin story..."

"The story is no longer just a story." ===== CHAPTER 525 =====

"What's important is not the story, but the person telling it."

"When several of the most important existences in this world are all spreading this origin story by word of mouth..."

"The story is no longer just a story."