Chapter 543: When Will Vengeance End? (Part 1)

"Loki has defected!"

Schiller, who was sleeping groggily in the clinic, held his phone and said, "What? What defection? Who?"

"Loki!" Strange bit down hard on the emphasis of this name, then used exaggerated lip movements to say, "The eldest princess of Asgard, Loki! Defected from Asgard! And stabbed her royal brother before leaving!

"Eldest princess? When did she become the eldest princess?" Schiller's focus was completely off. He struggled to sit up from the bed, sat on the edge, leaned against the headboard, and covered his eyes with his hand, clearly still hazy with sleep.

"Her brother Thor became the new King of Asgard, so isn't she the eldest princess of Asgard?"

"I know, what I'm asking is, why didn't she accept the title of Prince as a male, but insisted on being the eldest princess?"

"Is that the point?!

" Strange was almost led astray by Schiller. He shouted, "The point is, Loki has defected! She even stabbed Thor! Now she's nowhere to be found!"

"Oh."

"...... Hello? Hello?!

"Clatter!", Strange threw down the phone, took a deep breath, and looked at Stark beside him, "I said this trick definitely wouldn't fool him. Doesn't he know what kind of person Loki is?"

"It seems that relying on words alone won't fool him." Steve, who was standing beside him with his arms crossed, said. Stark "pfft"ed, looking somewhat disdainful, "Since words can't fool him, then we'll make some noise."

Strange turned his head to look at Stark and said, "I'm saying, Tony, you and Schiller, you two..."

"Schiller wanted to help you, so he took a huge detour, created an 'I am the Soviet' persona, successfully pushed for the united development of various civilizations on Earth, and then pushed you into the position of the Solar System Construction Project leader. And the only person who doesn't know about this is you."

"Now, you want to return his favor, so you plan to take another huge detour to trick Schiller, making him the only person who doesn't know about this plan. You two... is there something wrong with your brains?"

Steve, however, was amused. He laughed, patted Strange on the shoulder, and said, "Is this your first day knowing the two of them? Does this question even need to be asked?"

Natasha, who had just returned from smoking, walked over, looked at Strange, and asked, "How is it? He should have hung up the phone, right?"

"You certainly understand him well. It's really a waste that those congressmen didn't send you to seduce Schiller." Stark was very angry now, biting at anyone he saw.

But Natasha wouldn't indulge him. The female agent rolled her eyes and said, "Yeah, when they planned to send me to seduce Schiller, I thought, it's a good thing they didn't send me to seduce you..."

Natasha cast her gaze on the part of Stark below his chest and above his thighs, then moved her gaze up to Stark's face, then moved her gaze down to that part again, finally brushed her hair, "pfft"ed, and turned to leave.

Any man should understand what this meant. Strange widened his eyes slightly, looking at Stark with a gossipy expression. Steve turned his eyes slightly, coughed twice, and moved his gaze away.

Stark hammered the table in embarrassment. Strange looked left and right, walked past Steve, bumped his shoulder against Steve's back, and whispered, "Back then, when Natasha came to the U. S., was it to be a mole at Stark Industries?"

"Of course, although she might not have gotten much commercial information, but..." Steve also glanced back at Stark.

"What are you talking about?! What are you talking about?!" Stark shouted loudly. He reached out, shook a finger, and said, "First of all, we two are innocent... Alright, I admit, when she first came, I looked at her a couple extra times."

Facing the very disapproving gazes of Strange and Steve, Stark took a deep breath and said, "Alright, more than a couple times, but she is beautiful, and everyone loves beauty."

"But there's nothing between us at all. She hadn't been here long before I was kidnapped to Afghanistan."

"Seriously, although she is beautiful, her inner self is far inferior to Pepper. I'm not that kind of superficial, flamboyant playboy who only stares at a woman's face."

"Oh oh oh, yes!" Strange made a series of strange noises. He looked up at the ceiling and said, "Jarvis, you must connect to Pepper's communication, otherwise this pure-hearted boy's act will be for nothing."

Steve rushed up to stop Stark, who was about to swing his fist. He took his shield, tapped it, and said, "Earlier, at the Avengers base, you said you wanted to return a favor to Schiller, so you formulated a plan. What is the specific information of the plan? You haven't told us yet."

Stark put down his fist, rubbed his wrist, and said, "Some things are not good to talk about here. Let's talk when we go to the Shining Alliance base tonight. By the way, there are quite a few victims of the thing Schiller caused. I'll have Professor X call them all over..."

In the clinic in Hell's Kitchen, Marc sat opposite Schiller's desk. He appeared somewhat nervous, his hands placed straight on his knees, his waist held very tight, not daring to lean back on the backrest at all. Schiller looked at him and said:

"You don't need to be so nervous. This is just the initial check-up. How to carry out the treatment specifically will depend on the situation of the check-up."

"What do I need to do?" Marc asked. It seemed his body movements had relaxed, his shoulders spread, and his upper arms hung naturally, but in reality, the muscles on his face were still stiffly distorted.

Schiller looked at him calmly. Marc also knew his state wasn't right. He reached out to cover his forehead and said, "Sorry, but now might not be a good time to accept psychological treatment."

"What's wrong?"

Marc opened his mouth, then pursed his lips, seemingly not knowing how to describe his experience, but after a while, he still opened his mouth and said:

"I don't know what happened. Yesterday, I was assigned a mission to provide security for Stark's technology exhibition. You know, this kind of mission has no danger, and what's more, the one being protected is Iron Man."

"By rights, this should be for rookies to practice, but who knew that the few rookies who had just finished training all had other work, and only I accepted this thankless job."

"I know, this is my superior looking for trouble with me, but I have no choice. After seeing Stark, both he and I were impatient. Everyone knows this is just going through the motions. Calling it security is actually monitoring."

"For some reason, I fainted in the restroom halfway through. I suspect it might be that personality coming out again."

"Immediately after, this morning..." Marc supported his elbows on the desk, then covered his face with his palms, and said, "I saw the headline on the front page of the *Daily Bugle*: 'Iron Man Battles Bandage Killer'. God..."

"Bandage Killer? They actually gave you such an ugly nickname? It seems your superhero path is not going very smoothly."

"Superhero?" Marc laughed at himself and said, "I appeared as the opponent of the superhero Iron Man. Do you still expect them to give the villain a nice name?"

"But this is nothing, right? You said you were a bandage killer, and no one saw your face. And you being able to sit here means Stark doesn't intend to pursue you."

"Stark doesn't intend to pursue me, but my colleagues..." Marc had a complex expression, shock mixed with confusion.

"I don't know what happened to them recently; they suddenly became very attentive, even making me feel a bit scared."

"The matter of me resigning has been circulating for a long time. No one would care about someone who is about to be forgotten. But who knew, this morning, someone brought me breakfast, someone bought me a newspaper..."

"My superior, who has always been difficult, not only instantly approved my resignation notice but even raised my insurance coefficient before I resigned, allowing me to have extra money to see you for treatment..."

Marc supported his forehead with one hand, full of confusion, and said, "How did they suddenly figure it out?"

Schiller smiled and said, "Perhaps it's because an existence you don't know about once came, and therefore, they were scared."

Marc didn't understand Schiller's riddle, but soon, Schiller continued to ask, "So, have you already left the CIA?"

"That's right. I'm still thinking about what to do for my next job."

At this time, Schiller took out a document and handed it to Marc. Marc lowered his head in confusion. After taking the document, he saw a line of words written on it—"S. H. I. E. L. D. Agent Recruitment Notice."

Marc widened his eyes slightly and asked, "You want me to work at S. H. I. E. L. D.? But I don't have experience dealing with those kinds of supernatural events."

"It's fine. Experience is something that comes from nothing. S. H. I. E. L. D. Director Nick is very short of people now. As a former S. H. I. E. L. D. psychologist, I am very happy to do my old superior a favor and recommend an excellent employee to him."

Marc hesitated for a moment, but when he opened the first page of the recruitment notice and saw the series of numbers on it, and the pile of numbers below, he "clapped" and closed the recruitment notice, looking at Schiller and saying:

*Museum of Suppressing Demons*

"Give my regards to my new superior."

"Rest assured. However, your dissociative identity disorder still needs treatment." Schiller spun the pen in his hand.

Marc frowned tightly and said, "Is there any feasible treatment plan? At least let me live a normal life; I can't always be fainting."

Schiller flipped through the medical record in his hand and said, "We have been in contact for a period of time before. Your situation is very rare. Generally speaking, the first personality split from personality disorder is a protective personality."

"Judging from the personalities of the two personalities, you are more like that protective personality, because your personality is more sound and more stable."

"But in reality, you are the original host personality, while Jake is the protective personality split out. He has extremely strong aggressive states, is very unstable, and is not sound enough."

"But now, you have a third personality forming, and this third personality is sounder and more stable than both of you."

"This irregular situation is very rare, as if there is no fundamental reason, just random splitting."

Schiller pointed to a document on the side of his hand and said, "I have discussed this rare case with some of my teachers and classmates, but they don't have any clues either."

Marc's face turned somewhat pale. Schiller saw what he meant and said, "However, the cause of the personality is only a proposition to be studied in the academic scope. Regarding the actual application of the treatment part, our opinions are very consistent."

"Since your newly formed third personality is the soundest and most stable, we can try to guide him to let him form faster, so as to take over your daily life."

"When he has consciousness, will I not have consciousness? Doesn't that mean he replaces me?"

"In most cases, this is the case. For ordinary people, when other personalities replace you, you have no consciousness, but..." Schiller changed the subject and said, "You are not an ordinary person. You are a follower of the Moon God Khonshu, and also my patient."

"I can teach you how to use your own consciousness space, and Khonshu can help you in terms of power, allowing you to build structures in the consciousness space. When your mental strength becomes stronger, you can also be aware of what happens in the real world."

Marc saw Khonshu's tall figure appear behind Schiller, those hollow skull eye sockets staring at him. Marc took a deep breath. He had had enough of this life of losing consciousness from time to time. Accepting this proposal wouldn't make the situation worse.

Schiller organized the medical record book in front of him, looked at Marc, and said, "During this period, you have to be hospitalized in this clinic. Guiding personality growth is not a simple job; it requires long-term observation."

Marc nodded and stood up. Schiller walked downstairs with him to introduce him to the location of the guest room on the first floor. At this time, Peter, carrying his schoolbag, just walked in. Schiller pointed at him and said:

"Peter, you'd better not let me find you staying up late playing games until 3 a. m. again. Go to sleep early tonight."

Peter scratched his head, revealed an embarrassed smile, nodded, and then ran up the stairs in three steps at a time.

Schiller, who was arranging the guest room for Marc, heard Peter, who was running up the stairs, muttering:

"When I left the lab just now, Mr. Stark said the same thing, and even told me to go to sleep at nine tonight. God..." ===== CHAPTER 544 =====