Chapter 588: Schiller Trips Again (Part 2)

At the top of Schiller's Mind Palace, the tall Khonshu sat on the edge of the top of the high tower, with the staff he had just repaired on his legs. The huge Jörmungandr's snake head leaned near Khonshu. Both of them were staring at a room in the high tower.

Their postures at this moment were only a stool away from the grandpas who were cooling off under a big tree after eating. If there was a bag of melon seeds, it would be even more like it.

However, in the room they were staring at, Lex's state was completely opposite to their relaxed posture.

There should still be people who remember that Batman's exam content was one of the masterminds behind the murder case at Gotham University, while Lex's opponent was Schiller.

Of course, it wasn't DC Schiller himself. DC couldn't do the thing of personally going down to beat up the youth version of Luthor. He let the Moonlight Schiller beat him up.

However, there was a sufficient reason for this. First of all, Lex was different from Batman. He wasn't facing that bunch of villains who only knew how to talk big, not the Joker who made kidnapping cases every day and forced Batman to make choices. He was facing the incarnation of justice, Superman.

If Lex was destined to face Superman in the future, the first lesson he had to learn wasn't how to be a good villain, but how to save his life while reducing damage.

It was unlikely that Superman would kill Lex, but it was like an adult elephant telling you it had no malice and just wanted to play with you. The first thing Lex had to learn to cause trouble in Metropolis was how to dance with an elephant without being trampled to death.

From the perspective of power alone, Moonlight Schiller was definitely not as strong as Superman. But if a Superman was really brought here, the price of Lex's exam would be a bit too high. The tuition fees paid by donating two experimental buildings were not enough to compensate for the loss caused by a nuclear bomb exploding in Schiller's Mind Palace.

Moreover, simply being blown away wouldn't provide Lex with any experience. On the contrary, being chased and slashed by Moonlight Schiller could train how to find an escape route for himself the fastest.

This dream-like fight wasn't to train his fighting ability, and it couldn't even train his physique. The only thing that could be improved was his mental strength.

In this room, there were restrictions on both sides for a fair exam environment.

First, Moonlight Schiller could only see objects illuminated by moonlight. He couldn't see or touch anything hidden in the shadows.

And Lex, he could only move in places with moonlight and couldn't move in the darkness.

This created a situation where Lex hid in the darkness without moving. Moonlight Schiller couldn't see him, didn't know his position, and even if he guessed it, he couldn't touch him, so he could only wait outside the alley.

The situation had reached a stalemate, but obviously, DC Schiller, who arranged this exam, had expected it long ago. At this time, Khonshu, who was sitting at the top of the high tower, found that it was almost time. He flicked his staff lightly with his finger, and instantly, the moon in the room began to move slowly.

Accompanied by the movement of the moon, the position of the moonlight naturally changed, and so did the position of the shadows. Lex, who was hiding in the shadow at the end of the alley, was illuminated by the moonlight. At that moment, he rushed out. The umbrella knife flashed with cold light, and with a "shhh" sound, blood sprayed.

A scar was left on Lex's back, but at the same time, he also rushed out of the alley. When he came to the street, he found that his luck was very bad. At this time, the moon was hanging high in the sky, and all the shadows of the buildings were left with only a thin strip.

That space wasn't enough to accommodate him standing, but he didn't have much time to think, so he ran straight toward the stairs of the nearest building.

Buildings couldn't be entered, but this kind of stairs outside the building could be climbed. The shadow at the corner of the stairs was enough for Lex to take shelter.

This kind of fighting in a dream wasn't to train his fighting ability, and it couldn't even train his physique. The only thing that could be improved was his mental strength.

In countless escapes, choices, and hiding, his mental strength would become stronger, his reaction would become sensitive, and his willpower would also be enhanced.

Facing Superman, improving martial power was of no avail, because no matter how strong the power was, it couldn't be stronger than Superman. On the contrary, mental strength and mental stability were more important. Even using a more agile mind to develop equipment was better than using physical strength to hard-clash with Superman's fists.

This battle wasn't without an end. What Lex had to do was to persist for half an hour in each scene. This actually wasn't too difficult, because in this room, Moonlight Schiller was only at the level of an ordinary teenager's physique, a bit stronger than Lex, but not much stronger. The only advantage he could be called to have was the umbrella knife in his hand. 【58

Even though he knew clearly that as long as he stood in the shadows, Schiller could not touch him, when Schiller walked toward the shadows, Lex still felt his heartbeat accelerate and his whole body break out in a cold sweat.

That seemed to be an innate aura, like a hunter specifically designed to hunt humans; amidst the constant chasing and hiding, Lex began to observe this temperament carefully, learning how to utilize his own posture to bring pressure to his opponent.

At this time, in the Dream Realm, Schiller turned his head and said to Constantine: "You go back to the ship first, find Captain Schiller, and have him sail the ship to take you all back. I want to take Morpheus to visit my home; we will see each other later... Oh, right, don't forget to take Clark."

After Constantine, Clark, Batman, and the group of people who had come in to watch left, Schiller reached out a hand and said to Morpheus: "Please."

The two walked along the Dream Realm, arriving below Schiller's Tower of Thought, then went upward along the hole that had been punched out earlier, arriving at the ground floor of the Tower of Thought. This was also Morpheus's first time entering this tower; previously, he had only looked at it from afar.

"It's a bit quieter here than you imagined, isn't it? But in reality, that's because many of me are still on that ship; once they return, it will become lively," Schiller introduced.

"But it doesn't matter; you probably didn't come here to meet my other personalities this time, did you? Jormungandr? Jormungandr? Where are you? Didn't I say guests were coming today? You were so enthusiastic about being a tour guide earlier..."

Schiller shouted for a long time before the giant python slowly slithered down along the inner wall of the tower. Descending at the same time was Khonshu.

The most important reason Khonshu was stranded in Schiller's Hall of Thought was that Moonlight Schiller had started killing directly, leading to him being wanted within the Egyptian pantheon, and Schiller had also crashed the ship into the Celestial Realm, making a mess of it. Khonshu couldn't return home, so he could only stay here.

When Khonshu saw Morpheus, they seemed to sense something between each other, but instinctively, they did not discuss this topic. Instead, the newborn calf unafraid of the tiger, Jormungandr, circled Morpheus a few times, clicked its tongue, and said: "Look, another victim. Could it be that your body was also gotten rid of by him?"

Morpheus looked up and sized up Jormungandr's giant snake head, seemingly thinking about something, and at this moment, Jormungandr said: "I am the great Midgard Serpent, Jormungandr! And the first deity to come here! I am your senior, and I must tell you the rules here. I want to sleep at the very top of the tower; you had better not..."

Jormungandr had just said this when he saw a black-gray Siamese cat appear in Morpheus's arms. Jormungandr was stunned for a moment; he recognized the creature known as a cat, but he did not understand what Morpheus was trying to do by suddenly conjuring one.

But soon, he found out, because after that cat opened its eyes, it began to grow bigger and bigger, until it pinned Jormungandr to the ground with one paw.

Schiller looked up at the giant Siamese cat and said: "This is the Dream of a Thousand Cats? I thought there would be many cats."

"There are many; this is the embodiment of their collective consciousness. Perhaps you don't know, but the entire world was originally ruled by cats. But because humans collectively had a dream, the collective consciousness changed reality, so humans became the masters and cats became the pets."

"And the Dream of a Thousand Cats is the collective consciousness of cats. However, this little fellow you see now is the physical existence that inherited the collective consciousness of cats, called the Dream of a Thousand Cats. Of course, you can also call him Little Black."

Schiller looked up at the giant cat that had pinned Jormungandr down so it couldn't move, feeling that the adjective "little" might not be very accurate.

Just as Morpheus, Schiller, and Khonshu stood side by side, looking up at the cat-versus-snake drama, in the room where Moonlight Schiller and Lex were, because Khonshu, who was responsible for controlling the moon's position, had left, the position of the moon had not changed for a long time. Lex hid in the shadows of the stairs, not daring to move, while Moonlight Schiller stood at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for a rabbit to hit a tree.

When he discovered that the moon's position was no longer moving, Lex breathed a sigh of relief. He felt he could hold out until the next scene transition, but after a long half-hour passed, the scene hadn't moved at all, just like a game that had frozen.

Moonlight Schiller was also not very good at just waiting. The quality he lacked most was patience. Discovering that Khonshu wasn't doing his job, he began to become somewhat impatient and started trying to break through the room's restrictions to communicate directly with Khonshu.

However, Khonshu was currently communicating with Morpheus. The two of them actually had many common topics because one was the Moon God and the other was the Dream God, and the moon and sleep could also be connected; the changes in moon phases were also connected to different aspects of dreams.

Communication between deities was not just simple talking. When Khonshu was fully experiencing the changes in moon phases and dreams, he did not notice that the pope he had once chosen, the one who could fight the best, was now completely impatient.

Just as the cat-snake battle was entering its final stages and Jormungandr was unsurprisingly trying to slip away, a "bang" was heard. A loud noise erupted in a room upstairs, followed by building debris splashing out. In the instant it connected with Khonshu's power, a giant blade of light flew toward the floor below.

As everyone knows, no matter what breed of cat it is, and no matter what state the cat is in, they all have one common characteristic, which is that they are easily stressed.

The Dream of a Thousand Cats, which was focused on playing with the snake, didn't notice at all what had happened above its head, and then felt a "whoosh" sound. Its head felt cold, and the giant blade of light flew past its right ear, shaving off a tuft of its ear fur.

"Meow—!

!"

The startled scream of the cat came, and the Dream of a Thousand Cats instantly puffed up all its fur, arched its back, raised its tail, and even unsheathed its claws.

With a "bang," this giant cat scattered into hundreds and thousands of small cats, and then instantly engulfed Schiller's Tower of Thought.

At this time, the low sound of a horn rang out, and the Underworld ship that had just returned slowly sailed into the parking space next to the tower.

Standing at the bow of the ship, Marvel Schiller watched helplessly as the tower was submerged by a group of cats.

He saw his own house flicker twice, and then disappear without a trace.