Chapter 524: Secret Exploration of 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 anymore, and that would be a big problem.

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"But we have no way to convince him now!" Steve was also very anxious. He said: "I have seen similar situations on the battlefield before. 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, the patient can never be calmed down to 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 then 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 one personality, maybe it's possible, but if it's that high tower, I'm afraid I have no way. How can I make a tower stable?"

Charles recalled again and said: "If I remember correctly, if you don't pass through that high tower, this personality of Schiller has no way to float to the surface of consciousness and cannot control the body."

"That high tower has so many personalities, I have no way to hypnotize them one by one. If we take this stabilized personality and go up, we will definitely be stopped. I'm afraid breaking in is also not possible."

"Wait!" Stark and Steve looked at each other. Steve spoke first: "It seems there is no one in his high 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, let this personality fall asleep, and then take it to the high tower, let him float to the surface of consciousness..."

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

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

"His soul has not been annihilated, so we just need to let his body resurrect, and he can be resurrected."

"But you have also seen it before, that kind of fatal wound, how can it still be alive?" Steve said helplessly.

But Stark said quickly: "Ordinary people might not be able to, but have you forgotten? Blue Spirit and the others told us that Schiller also has a special state symbiote in his body, which is the source of Schiller's power to turn into gray mist."

"For a symbiote, there are almost no wounds they cannot repair. We only need to let that symbiote 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 one more problem, how do we let that symbiote 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 calming the personality in the room, and then we will take him back to that high tower along the path we came."

"After we return to that high tower, Steve, you are responsible for watching him, and I will find the symbiote consciousness that might exist in the high 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 started to act.

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

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

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

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

But he didn't find any abnormality. The plan still proceeded smoothly. Stark and Steve walked into the room and lifted the sleeping Schiller. Seeing him clutching the balance, Stark hesitated but didn't take it away.

When the two lifted Schiller and walked out, Khonshu, who was waiting outside, was shocked to see the sleeping Schiller. But afterward, he still led the three back to Schiller's Mind Palace along the original path.

Steve and Khonshu took Schiller back to the ward of the asylum on the 10th floor before. 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, finally, Steve stayed behind to guard the sleeping Schiller.

After leaving the asylum 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 was stunned, and then walked quickly along the stairs 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 cloud 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 cloud of gray mist at this time was also shocked.

This was the first time Stark spoke to such a creature. He hesitated and didn't know how to open his mouth, 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 couldn't be seen at all where the head was, Stark saw that he wanted to make a nodding action.

"Okay, listen, now your master has encountered some trouble. I know he might have told you a plan before, asking you to remove the body's defense so 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, let his soul return to the body, so he can be resurrected..."

After finishing this long paragraph quickly, Stark didn't expect this symbiote that looked like an exhaust leak to understand, but beyond his expectation again, the gray mist sent a confused 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 smelled the smell of a disgusting guy on you..."

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

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

"Okay, you're not wrong 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 disobey 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..."

Stark had just finished this sentence when he was stunned, because he seemed to have heard this argument a long time ago.

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

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

"If one day, Schiller is about to die, 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 hate you?"

"If he hates 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 hate him?"

Stark used his amazing memory to return these questions to the gray mist exactly. The scene he expected, like Jarvis's program crashing, didn't appear. The gray mist said:

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

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

"It means you have to add money."

"I..."

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

"What do you want?" Stark asked.

"After he wakes up, in case he finds that a bottle of wine is missing a mouthful, 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 occupied the upper hand. So, he hurriedly returned to the asylum, then lifted the drowsy Schiller 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 and 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..."

The 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 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 backhand 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 stacks 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 and slowly exhaled smoke. 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 =====

"When several extremely important existences in this world are all passing down this origin story by word of mouth..."

"The story is no longer just a story."