Chapter 543: When Will Vengeance End (Part 1)

"Loki has defected!"

Shiler, 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?" Shiler's focus was completely wrong. He struggled to sit up from the bed, sat on the edge of the bed, leaned against the headboard, and covered his eyes with his hand, clearly still sleepy.

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

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

"Is this the point?!

" Strange was almost led around by Shiler. He shouted loudly, "The point is, Loki has defected! She even stabbed Thor! Now she is nowhere to be found!"

"Oh."

"... Hey? Hey?!

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

"It seems that relying on language alone won't fool him." Steve, who was crossing his arms, said. Stark "pfft"ed and said with some disdain, "Since language won't fool him, then let's make some noise."

Strange turned back, looked at Stark, and said, "I say, Tony, you and Shiler, you two..."

"Shiler wanted to help you, so he went around in a big circle, came up with 'I am the Soviet Union,' successfully promoted the joint development of various civilizations on Earth, and then pushed you to the position of the person in charge of the Solar System Construction Plan. And the only person who doesn't know about this is you."

"Now, you want to return his favor, so you plan to go around in a big circle to fool Shiler, 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 smiled and patted Strange on the shoulder, then said, "Is this your first day knowing the two of them? Does this question even need to be asked?"

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

"You really understand him. It's a waste that those congressmen didn't send you to seduce Shiler." Stark was very angry now, biting whoever he could.

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

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

Any man should understand what this means. 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 annoyance. Strange looked left and right, walked past Steve's back, then bumped into Steve's back with his shoulder, and whispered, "Back then, when Seeing Natasha came to the United States, was it to be an undercover agent at Stark Industries?"

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

"What are you talking about?! What are you talking about?!" Stark shouted loudly. He stretched out his hand, shook a finger, and said, "First of all, we two are innocent... Alright, I admit, when she first came, I looked twice more."

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

"But there was nothing between us at all. Not long after she came, I was kidnapped to Afghanistan."

"Seriously, although she is beautiful, her inner self is far inferior to Pepper. I am 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 Miss Pepper's communication, otherwise this pure young man's act will be in vain."

Steve rushed up to stop Stark, who was swinging his fist. He took his shield, knocked on it, and said, "Earlier, when we were at the Avengers base, you said you wanted to return a favor to Shiler, 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 easy to talk about here. Let's talk when we go to the Radiant Alliance base tonight. By the way, there are many victims of this thing Shiler caused. I will have Professor X call them all over..."

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

"You don't need to be so nervous. This is just the initial examination. How to carry out the treatment specifically depends on the situation of the examination."

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

Shiler looked at him calmly. Marc also knew his state was wrong. He stretched out his hand to cover his forehead and said, "Sorry, but now might not be a good time for 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 spoke:

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

"Logically speaking, this should be for newcomers to practice, but who knew that the few newcomers 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 meeting Stark, both of us were impatient. Everyone knows this is just a routine, and it's called security, but it's actually surveillance."

"I don't know how, but halfway through, I fainted in the restroom. I suspect it might be that personality coming out again."

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

"Bandage Murderer? 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 are a bandage murderer, and no one saw your face. And you can sit here, which 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, which even makes me feel a little scared."

"The matter of my resignation has been circulating for a long time. No one cares 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 approved my resignation notice instantly 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 on the desk, full of confusion, and said, "Why did they suddenly figure it out?"

Shiler smiled and said, "Perhaps it's because an existence you don't know has been here, and therefore, they are afraid."

Marc couldn't understand Shiler's riddle, but soon, Shiler continued to ask, "So, have you left the CIA now?"

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

At this time, Shiler took out a document and handed it to Marc. Marc looked down with some 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 have no experience in dealing with that kind of supernatural event."

"It's okay, 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 a favor for my old superior 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 closed the recruitment notice with a "clatter" and looked at Shiler, saying:

"Monster Museum"

"Say hello to my new superior for me."

"Don't worry, but your dissociative identity disorder still needs treatment." Shiler 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 faint."

Shiler 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 splitting will be 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 a very strong aggressive state, 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 kind of irregular situation is very rare, as if there is no fundamental reason, just random splitting."

Shiler 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 have no clue either."

Marc's face turned somewhat pale. Shiler saw what he meant and said, "However, the cause of personality is just a proposition for academic research. Regarding the treatment part of practical application, 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 is conscious, will I have no 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..." Shiler changed the subject and said, "You are not an ordinary person. You are a believer 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 buildings in the consciousness space. When your mental strength becomes stronger, you can also be aware of things happening in the real world."

Marc saw that behind Shiler, Khonshu's tall figure appeared, and those hollow skull eye sockets stared at him. Marc took a deep breath. He had almost had enough of this life of losing consciousness from time to time. Accepting this proposal, the situation wouldn't get any worse.

Shiler organized the medical record book in front of him, looked at Marc, and said, "During this time, you have to be hospitalized in this clinic. Guiding personality growth is not an easy job and requires long-term observation."

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

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

Peter scratched his head, showed an embarrassed smile, nodded, and then ran up the stairs in two or three steps.

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

"Just when I left the lab, Mr. Stark said the same thing, and even told me to go to bed at nine tonight. God..." ===== CHAPTER 544 =====