Chapter 1566: The Man Chasing the Sun (Twenty-Seven)

Adam realized a serious problem.

His previous operation of cleaning up the shit mountain code failed not only because the more shit he shoveled, the more shit he shoveled, but also because he piled all the shit he shoveled on himself.

If he had not assassinated Nick, Nick would not have brought superheroes from other universes to this universe so quickly, nor would he have allowed these superheroes to see the face of this universe so quickly, nor would they have known each other. Yes, there is actually a universe with a destiny different from theirs.

Although they may have heard some things about the central universe from Spider-Man, after all, hearing is false and seeing is believing. Now, thousands of superheroes from other universes suddenly discovered that life can still be lived like this. .

It turns out that not every Avengers has to fight a civil war, not every Spider-Man has to die his uncle or his girlfriend, not every Thanos is busy looking for the Infinity Stones, and not every three empires in the universe are holding each other back. At the critical moment of the survival of the universe, we cannot unite.

Being aware of the differences is the first step to making up for the information gap, and starting to think about why is the most critical and fatal step.

When human beings begin to think about their own existence and destiny, the spring thunder will ignite the first flame in the sky, and the originally gentle spring wind will turn into an irresistible storm, carrying countless sparks out of reach. And far away.

Even if Adam didn't understand some of the principles involved, he could still imagine that if the beings in the universe pursue the infinite possibilities of their own development, then what they want to resist cannot be their fellow racers who are at the mercy of fate, right? And in the entire universe, how many existences can truly escape fate?

Anyway, no matter how you divide it, there is always one Adam in the street lamp.

Then he suddenly discovered that his previous operation not only covered himself with shit, but also covered countless colleagues in his big world with shit.

So here’s the question. The superheroes from other universes who came to this universe learned from their mistakes after they went back and began to reverse the world line of their universe, which led to the disaster of some gods who maintained the world line. Who is responsible?

Adam was completely frozen in place, and when his eyes slowly turned to the side, Schiller looked at him simultaneously, and in Adam's eyes, he only saw the simple joy of a successful fisherman catching a big fish.

"Mr. Adam Life Tribunal, I never thought that you would be the first to change the world." Schiller's calm tone only made Adam feel chilled all over.

Schiller leaned his head on the back of the chair, quietly watching the pictures on the screen, and said: "As early as when I started to interfere with the fate of the superheroes in this world, I knew that one day you would appear. ”

"In the name of a stable world line and a safe universe, you will either act with love and reason, or simply stop it violently. Of course, there will also be the method you are best at - restarting the universe."

Schiller's eyes were full of smiles, without any anger at all, and he still spoke in a curious and calm tone with a hint of scientific inquiry.

"At that time, I began to think about a question. Do the projections of these gods in each universe have independent thinking? Do they have desires for their own survival? Or are they really serving the public good and only for the good of the universe? Doesn’t it matter if it doesn’t exist?”

"The expression of eternity gave me the answer." Schiller said in a brisk tone: "Like all intelligent life, you have feelings and can communicate, and you are also afraid of death."

"It's just that because you are deeply bound to the universe, what you are more afraid of is the destruction of the universe. If the universe is destroyed, you will completely cease to exist."

"This is my weapon to threaten you. Unlike other beings who clamor to destroy the universe and are defeated by you, you can't find out what I am doing until the moment when my chain device finally detonates."

"You have a thousand days to be a thief, but there are no thousand days to guard against thieves. Once you start worrying day and night about how I will destroy the universe, once you start paying too much attention to my actions, then my actions will lead to your actions. , just as I guide my kindred.”

Schiller lowered his head slightly and said: "Then what if, in order to stop me, some of your risky actions accidentally offend the interests of other cosmic beings, and a god commits a crime, is there any way to turn back? ?”

Adam's fingertips were constantly trembling. He leaned his back tightly against the back of the chair. His shoulders and neck were as stiff as steel plates. He pulled the skin of his face back and pulled the corners of his mouth hard and said, "This is how you deal with eternity. Force him to make a difficult choice, force him to betray all eternal interests and have no choice but to stand with you."

"Yes, this is the best way for humans to deal with gods, and it is also the best way for humans to deal with humans." Schiller looked at Adam with a smile and said: "Divide them, assimilate them, and guide their behavior to betray first, and then to harmonize their thoughts." The position also had to be betrayed.”

At this time, Strange had already stood up from his chair. He stared at the chaotic battle situation in the new area of ​​​​the Great Portal of the Western Empire on the screen, and said quickly: "Where is my Kama Taj? My great mages. Where?!"

At this moment, there was a "bang" and the theater door closed. Schiller also stood up, walked up to Strange and said, "You can't get out until you get your hands back."

Strange stared with wide eyes, crossed his arms to Schiller and said with a smile: "Who is holding whom down now? Doctor Strange?"

"I can perform magic without hands." Strange gritted his teeth and said, "Besides, I don't have that much time for surgery."

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"I do have a great goal." Schiller raised an eyebrow and said: "But this does not prevent the process of achieving it from satisfying my personal interests. You can understand that while I am defending the rights of the ethnic group, I also regard each individual as my collection. Don’t you think that the collection that is exhibited to the outside world should show his most perfect side? "

But who knows, Strange took a deep breath and said: "If you don't let me leave, I will understand that I and all the mages have no meaning in your career. This universe does not need us. The universe doesn’t need us, so why do we still exist?”

Strange took a step forward, got closer to Schiller, looked directly into his eyes and said, "Don't tell me, you still think I can't destroy Kama Taj."

Schiller narrowed his eyes. Just as he was about to say something, Strange interrupted him and said: "If you cut off my arm, of course I will regret it. If you destroy Kama Taj, of course I will be in pain. But since you did it for You can even sacrifice part of your own soul for your career, so why can't you just let it go, let us suffer, and sacrifice our interests?"

"Because you are the foundation. If it were not to free you from your predetermined fate, what I have done would be meaningless."

"Then why can't it be that we are also trying to get rid of your own destiny in order to save you from some morbid psychology? If you are not saved, our changes will be meaningless?"

Schiller found that he failed to understand Strange's logic for a moment. This situation was very rare and usually occurred when the other party was more extreme than him.

"You want to save us, so you don't want to make us suffer. We want to save you, so we don't want to make you suffer. So how did things get to this point?"

Strange looked into Schiller's eyes and said: "You don't realize that your pain will make us suffer too, because you are an autistic patient and you can't actually feel the pain of others, right?"

Schiller opened his eyes slightly, and Strange said firmly: "The first thing you focused on when you found out that I cut off my arm was that all my years of hard work were in vain, not whether it hurt or not. "

"Because, understanding the result of wasted efforts is through logical analysis, and feeling the pain of others is through empathy. You have never empathized with the anxiety and pain we felt when we saw you hurt yourself."

"And your anxiety about my self-harm is just you imitating normal people's emotions, because this society tells you that if a friend is hurt, you should empathize with him as much as possible, comfort him, and find ways to help him solve it. Trouble - but you don't really feel anything."

"Where does greed come from?" Strange tilted his head, looked deeper into Schiller's eyes, and said: "What is the truth about feeding on emotions? Can you really feel those intense emotions?" Emotions, or can you only imitate them if you see them up close?”

"..."

"the latter."

Schiller's voice came, but not from in front of Strange. Strange suddenly turned around and saw another tall figure in front of the railing on the second floor of the theater.

"I must first be interested in and have desires for those rich emotions that I can't understand at all, before I can pay attention to them, understand them, and then perfectly reproduce them in my body."

The low sound was accompanied by the soft click of leather shoes on the stairs. When those barren gray eyes emerged from the darkness at the top of the stairs, Strange felt trembling all over.

"When I realized that I had to live in this society as an ordinary person, I knew that I had to maintain my greed for normal people's emotions."

"The more greedy and focused you are, the more vividly you can imitate it, so that ordinary people can't tell the difference and can't notice the abnormality."

Strange found that he could not look away from those unfocused gray eyes, because his instinct told him that some answers were hidden there, and trying to find them was tantamount to pulling chestnuts from the fire.

"When there is no hope of cure, disguise becomes the only option. When I need an unshakable anchor point to be myself, the arrogance of contempt for ordinary people is born, and when I need a human skin to adapt to this society and draw others , greed was born.”

When Ill stood in front of Strange, Strange finally realized that what Schiller usually showed them was just the tip of the iceberg.

But I don’t know what it was, maybe it was Schiller’s natural attitude in front of him, or maybe some of his words, which ignited Strange’s anger, which in turn ignited his very flammable extremes and madness.

Under this extreme madness, Strange became calmer, and he looked into sick eyes and said.

"Then, the one he should resist most is you. You chose a predetermined fate for him, rather than unlimited development possibilities - when he defends our rights, we will also defend his."

In an instant, those scattered gray eyes came into focus.