Schiller paused in his chewing movements, and then said, "If you really want to guard against him, I suggest you put this room behind my room, you should know that the little guy can't stop him."

"That's what I mean, after all, if you want to stop greed, which is the original personality trait of human nature, you can only do it with complete arrogance." The superego again took a piece of meat with a fork and sent it into Schiller's mouth.

"When the tower landed, what I saw was not a man, but a whirlpool and a black hole, or rather, the force was so great that it created a singularity within this body."

"I don't know if this can be described by scientific principles, but I had the impression that this was the case at the time, and later, its power did not disappoint me."

"The first thing I did when I found out that this power was at my disposal was to use it to repair our scarred Tower of Mind, and I thought it would be fine, after all, the scar represents a memory, but if it can be repaired, it is better to have a new tower."

Schiller nodded, agreeing with the superego, who continued, "Then I began to think about how I could use this power to solve the problem that we need to solve now, that is, how to survive and keep myself safe in the world of comics."

"Of course, I also have to think about another problem, and that is that this matter should not be known to too many fragments of personality, especially greed, pathology, gluttony, etc., that is, those personalities that may swallow this power in one gulp."

"You don't need to talk about other personality traits, only greed can be so crazy, if he knows it, even if he will kill himself, he will definitely swallow it."

"Sometimes, some of his performances really make me reflect, how can I be such a greedy person?" Schiller shook his head and said.

"So, when I developed my strategy, I had to meet two requirements, which was to solve the security problem and not let greed detect the anomaly."

"But fortunately, you are two personality traits, although greed is more driven, he is not interested in analyzing and solving puzzles, and only acts with greedy instincts, so it only takes a reasonable reason that conforms to our common sense to cover up this power."

"So, you created the system that comes standard with the Traverser." Schiller said, but he thought about it for a moment, and then said, "No, no, how did you do that with a system that you created and the ability to chat with people from other worlds?"

"As I said a long time ago, this power is more like a singularity compressed to the extreme, it is qualitatively different from the power that greedy Schiller got back, and the other forces are more like energy, and this power has the ability to change reality."

The superego turned his head to look at Schiller, who was sitting in his chair, he frowned, and then said, "Your breathing rate is too fast, it's better to calm down, it doesn't have the power to get us back."

Schiller gasped for a moment, trying to calm down, and then the superego continued, "As you assumed, all the system prompts you hear are me talking." ….

"And because of this powerful reality-bending power, it can really allow us to communicate across worlds, and even replicate other people's abilities...... Oh no, maybe it's not copying, it's just that I use this power to create abilities similar to those of others based on your actions."

Schiller paused again, and then said, "No wonder, the system you came up with doesn't have any bells and whistles, not even a store, let alone a turntable, a lottery, or the ability to exchange items."

"If I want to, I can actually do it, but we all know it, it's not necessary, and I didn't even cover it up at all, I know, you called the system several times later, but there was no response, because I didn't want to pay attention to you."

"Actually, it's because we're pretty safe now, right?" Schiller speculated: "Your disguise is insincere, but perhaps it doesn't need to be sincere, because greed doesn't get into it."

"No, I'm afraid, his greed is beyond your imagination." The superego shook his head and said:

"Although life is easier in the Marvel world, he is not idle in his spare time."

"When we first arrived over there, greedy all the free time was spent looking for traces of the system, and I saw the green light in his eyes and the saliva at the corners of his mouth."

Schiller smiled gloatingly, and then said, "You can't have fought him for so long, right?"

Chao also showed a helpless smile and said, "Actually, I'm a little more embarrassed than you think, to be honest, the appearance of the clown saved me, and after that madman came, greed thought he was too noisy, so he didn't go out much."

"As I said a long time ago, he is the craziest of us, he only seeks to gain never-ending, no matter what he obtains, no matter what he wants to do after he obtains it, he only enjoys the thrill of obtaining that moment."

The superego sighed and said, "However, this power is not infinite, as you can see, intercosmic communication is nothing, the key is to create these abilities out of thin air, which consumes a lot of power."

The superego looked down at the food on the plate and said, "You can only eat a drop in the bucket, except, of course, greed and gluttony."

"Now that we've said the facts, it's time to reason." Schiller took the initiative to open up the conversation, swallowed the food in his mouth, and continued, "Where does this power come from?"

"I'm sure he's related to the original owner of this body." Superself came to a very positive conclusion, and he went on to say, "This power was already present in the body before we came here, it didn't come with us, it was there."

"Because of its unknown origin, after solving the initial survival problem, I don't want to use it too much, and most of the people who can come here to dine are some relatively strong personality traits, ensuring that even if there are any impurities here, they will not control or pollute you."

Schiller thought about it for a moment, and then he said, "Remember what is in our subconscious? Feathers, scales, maybe deeper, more, that's not something we acquire, it's quite possible that they, like this power, are already in our bodies and have crept into our consciousness." ….

"But we have too few clues in our hands now, and according to the memories of those Mohu we have obtained, there are no clues, and the original life trajectory of Schiller should not be able to obtain such a powerful force, which makes no logical sense at all." The superego said as he thought.

"Could it have something to do with the KGB?" Schiller narrowed his eyes for a moment, and then said, "The most suspicious thing we know about the original Schiller's life trajectory is his experience in the KGB."

At this point, Superme put down the utensils and began to unbuckle Schiller's body, and said to him, "So, you must now rise to the surface, do you know who caused the explosion before?"

"It can't be the KGB, right?"

"Congratulations, you're right, and you're the most polite of all the guests I've ever invited, and even better if you could keep your mouth shut from start to finish."

Schiller tilted his head, exposed the side of his neck, and asked the superego to open the lock around his neck, and he turned his head sideways and said, "Greed must not have the time to open his mouth when he comes here, and if you like this kind of silence, I will convey it for you."

"No need." The superego unfastened the last lock, but Schiller did not get up from his chair, but picked up the napkin next to him and wiped his mouth, and carefully arranged the plates and knives and forks on the table in front of him before standing up.

As he walked to the door, he said, "You should know that my courtesy is based on the electric shock function of the lock, thank you for not activating it."

The superego watched Schiller go away and said, "You have to know that there has to be some means to deal with something that is too violent, otherwise you will see more than a tooth mark on that wound."

After Schiller left, he took the elevator directly to his senses, and as soon as he woke up, he found that he was lying on a soft bed, and the ceiling was a familiar hotel ceiling.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw a strange face, brown hair, gray-blue eyes, and deep eye sockets, so that the eyes carried a kind of mystery hidden in the shadows, or rather, this kind of expression and temperament often only appeared in one type of person.

"Who are you?" As soon as Schiller opened his mouth, he found that his voice was extremely hoarse, so he lay on the bed and coughed twice, took the glass from the man's hand, took a sip of water, and leaned against the pillow that the man had just erected.

"The State Security Council of the USSR." The man sat on the chair next to the bed, looked at Schiller, and said, "Andro Potsveevsky, you can call me Andro."

Schiller coughed twice more and said in a dry voice, "You guys are the KGB? Why did you kidnap me?"

"Mr. Schiller, we heard that you were arrested and disappeared by the FBI as the revolutionary mentor of Central America, and we will never give up on any of our comrades, so we sent someone into Gotham to search for your traces, and finally brought you here."

"I think, you've found the wrong person, I'm just an ordinary university professor, I still have two papers to be published, can you send me back?" Schiller said expressionlessly. ….

Andro lowered his head, smiled, and said, "Professor Schiller, you have been on the KGB's wanted list since the moment you did not contact Moscow on time, that is, from the moment you lost contact."

"And this time, whatever your purpose, to take the place as the leader of the Central American revolution, Moscow will no longer be able to trust you easily."

"So, I need to remind you in advance, this time, I take you back to Moscow to report on your work, you will inevitably be interrogated, you used to be our comrade, but you should also know that every comrade who has been in hiding for a long time, or has had the experience of double agent, it is difficult to avoid this process, not to mention, you have been out of contact for a long time."

Schiller turned his head to look at him, Andro's face was very calm, as if he had said this several times, but Schiller was also expressionless and said: "I said it all, you have found the wrong person, I have nothing to do with that country on the other side of the ocean, and I have never joined any KGB, you took me back to Moscow, it was just a murderous kidnapping, if I can get out, I will not be stingy to tell reporters all this."

Andro ignored what Schiller said, he just walked to the door and opened it, and the other female agent looked at him and said, "The plane is ready, ready to transfer in ten minutes, pay attention to the target person, after all, this is Gotham."

Andro glanced back at Schiller, and was about to speak, when he heard a sudden noise downstairs, and both of them pulled out their pistols at the same time, and the female agent rushed out, and Andro took a step back and looked at Schiller.

There was a fierce gunshot downstairs, and Andro rushed towards Schiller, wanting to take him hostage, but in the next second, the glass of the window shattered with a "pop".

Schiller turned his head to look at the man rushing in, but it wasn't the Batman or Superman he expected, but another unfamiliar face.

The man who rushed in knocked Andro down from behind, another team rushed in through the door, and the man with a gun in both hands put the pistol back in the pocket of his trench coat, turned to look at Schiller and said:

"I'm sorry, we're late, Director."

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