Chapter 721: New Universe, New Misfortune (Part 2)

Schiller, who had just gotten up, felt deeply tired. He had spent so much effort, but still didn't get compensation, which made him feel very bad.

When Schiller was unhappy, he would try to make others unhappy. As long as others were unhappy, he would feel much happier.

Because the universe was reset, the contract he negotiated with Death was gone, but not long ago, he happened to get a new mobile phone, the Obelisk, so Schiller decided to call Death a few more times to recall their previous pleasant cooperation experience.

But as soon as he picked up the obelisk he had obtained before, Schiller found that the power of Death on it had disappeared. No matter how Schiller activated it, the phone had no response.

Schiller sat by the bed, put the obelisk on his bedside table, and then stared at it and thought.

Red Skull once said that the obelisk had the power to explain death itself, and Schiller found that it was indeed the case after he got it.

According to the plot of the American TV series S.H.I.E.L.D. and the fact that Coulson can be resurrected using the GH potion made by the Kree, the obelisk is likely to be similar to the scale of the Egyptian pantheon, and is a prop used by the Kree to communicate with death.

In this case, it should be used as a phone to contact death, just like the scale. Before, Schiller did not use the obelisk to call death, so he did not confirm whether the phone could be used, but at that time, there was indeed a breath of death on the obelisk, which was beyond doubt.

But now, this breath has completely disappeared. Schiller does not know what Eternity has done, nor does he know that Death's illegal operation has been warned, causing all the props for resurrection to lose their original effectiveness.

He also thought that Death knew that he had a new phone and was worried that he would harass him again, so he smashed the phone again.

After all, Death had a criminal record, and Schiller still remembered the scene of the scale being smashed, but this time, Death made an advance measurement and smashed the phone before Schiller successfully made a harassing call.

This inference is quite logical. After all, if the five gods were so easy to deal with, they would have been defeated over the years.

Since there is no way to make death unhappy, then naturally we have to change the target. When Schiller was thinking about who to trouble, Stark suddenly called. Schiller answered the phone and said:

"What? Miss Pepper?... What happened to Tony? Okay, I'll go over now."

After that, he changed his clothes and walked to the door of Arkham Sanatorium. Jarvis had already driven to pick him up.

"How does it feel to drive for the first time?" Schiller turned his head and looked at the robot sitting next to him. Jarvis, who was attached to the body of the machine, shook his head and said, "Sir, this is not my first time driving."

"Of course you are, and you are driving without a license."

"No, I have a driver's license." After Jarvis finished speaking, he took out a driver's license from his pocket. Schiller took it and looked at it. He raised his eyebrows and found that he was not holding Stark's driver's license. The name on the driver's license was really Jarvis.

"Is it issued by SHIELD?" Schiller asked, looking at the driver's license.

"No, I passed it by myself."

Schiller opened his mouth and turned to look at Jarvis. Jarvis used a more ordinary body, but even if he wore the same clothes as humans, he could tell at a glance that he was a robot, so Schiller asked:

"How is the mental state of your driving school coach? Do you want to introduce him to Arkham Sanatorium for treatment for a period of time?"

"This is a new federal law. All mechanical life traveling through the solar system must take a driver's license test. The process is similar to that of humans, but it is stricter than that." Jarvis' tone is always gentle. Although he lacks a sense of humor, he is no different from an ordinary human being.

"Why is that?" Schiller said with some doubt: "I know Stark has made a lot of working robots to participate in the solar system construction plan, but why do robots need to take a driver's license?"

"It all started with the traffic jam in the solar system three days ago..." Jarvis said while turning the steering wheel:

"Every project leader hopes that their exploration robots and transport robots can reach their destinations as quickly as possible, so they are all given the shortest routes to and from various planets, and then... the scene is still quite tragic."

"Isn't there a portal?" Schiller asked again: "I remember that a portal has been opened between the earth and Mercury, why is there a traffic jam?"

"Yes, but this is another accident. People in all departments hope that they can use the portal first. They all think that their experiments are the most important, but the portal needs to be cooled, so... the scene is also quite tragic."

Schiller shook his head helplessly. Although the solar system construction plan is in full swing now, and humans have united at all levels, it is precisely because of the pursuit of efficiency that small frictions have never stopped.

The car drove into the underground parking lot of Stark Building. As soon as Schiller walked into the building, he saw Pepper with an anxious look on her face.

Before Schiller could ask, Pepper said like pouring beans:

"Tony's anxiety has recurred, and it's worse than before. Now he even has difficulty eating, and his hands are shaking. If it's not urgent, I don't want to disturb your rest..."

"Yes, I understand." Schiller nodded, and the two walked up the elevator and came to the door of the laboratory. Schiller looked at Pepper and said:

"I have guessed a little about the cause of his illness, but it's a little difficult to explain. If you really want to understand the condition..."

"No, Dr. Schiller, I only care about whether he is healthy." Pepper gathered her hair and looked at Schiller and said, "You don't have to explain the reason to me. I just want to see a normal Tony Stark, not one who is troubled by the pain of anxiety. I believe you are the same, right?"

Schiller didn't say anything more, turned around and pushed open the door of the laboratory. Stark sat in front of the laboratory table as usual, fiddling with some Model, when Schiller walked over, he didn't even turn his head, just said:

"You are here? Pepper called you? She always likes to make a fuss, women are like this..."

"If you don't shake your right arm when you say this, it will be more convincing." Schiller walked to the opposite side of Stark, sat down, looked at Stark and asked: "Did you see anything? Just when this universe changed..."

Stark turned his head away, as if he didn't want to talk about this issue, but Schiller continued: "If we stand on the same level, it means that we will all face such problems. Maybe my solution will give you some inspiration, right?"

Stark pursed his lips, his fingers kept turning the model in his hand, but from his eyes, it can be seen that his attention is not focused on any research project, he is wandering in the sky.

After a while, he finally asked:

"Is everything we experience destined? Is it arranged by a higher being?"

"It's an interesting question, what do you think?"

Stark opened his mouth, but closed it again. He thought for a while, and then said: "That day, I saw a... a magnificent and indescribable existence. I don't know if he is God or something else, but all the universes are very small compared to him..."

"I saw that everything that happened in all the universes was inseparable from him. I don't know how to describe it... But, maybe I am the same..."

"Probably." What Stark didn't expect was that Schiller nodded and said: "Perhaps, everything we are doing and thinking about now is arranged. There is a higher being who has been deciding these things and arranging the future direction of the universe."

Schiller said this in a calm tone. Stark looked at him and asked in confusion: "Don't you think this is ridiculous? Don't you want to resist?"

"No Because I understand that there is no truly independent person in this world. As long as he has emotions, he will be influenced and do something to meet the expectations of certain people. "

"For example, in order to meet the expectations of parents, you will study hard, in order to meet the expectations of friends, you will carefully prepare a party, in order to meet the expectations of your lover, you will change your career trajectory and choose to stay with her. All these influences add up to a person's life. "

"In this case, whether your life is arranged by a higher-level existence or changed by family, friendship and love is actually not that important. "

Schiller looked into Stark's eyes and said: "You think that every choice you make is independent, but in fact, the motivation and personality that prompt you to make this choice are all affected by external factors... No one is an island in this world. "

"This..." Stark wanted to refute that since it is destined to be influenced, it doesn't matter who influences it. This logic is a bit rotten, but when he thought about it carefully, it seems to be true.

Schiller tapped the table with his hand and said:

"You think you are just yourself, but in fact, you are the epitome of countless people."

"Parents, teachers, classmates, friends, their influence on you will eventually become a part of you."

"As long as you live in society, no one can be completely independent. Your personality has been engraved with the names of all the people you are familiar with."

"If they influence me 50%, and that high-ranking existence influences me 99%, or 100%, it doesn't make any difference. Anyway, it can't be 0."

"As long as it is not 0, it doesn't make any sense to drop it any lower." Schiller shook his head, not seeming to care.

"I just think it's ridiculous. This existence can control our universe at any time. This makes me feel..." Stark paused and didn't continue speaking, but Schiller could see a decadent mood on his face.

After all, anyone who knows that the results of his hard work are not worth mentioning in the eyes of other existences and can be easily erased at any time will be greatly hit, especially a genius like Stark.

Ordinary people may think that I haven't done much anyway, and I can't make any contribution to the world, so it's gone. But Stark is different. He firmly believes that he is changing the world, he firmly believes that he has a responsibility for the world, and has the mission to lead mankind to a better future. But once this belief collapses, his personality will be in jeopardy.

Schiller guided Stark very calmly, and his words did comfort Stark. After going through so many things, Stark is no longer the playboy who is tough on the outside but fragile on the inside.

Seeing that his face has improved a little, Schiller said goodbye in time, leaving him time to think alone.

As soon as he walked out of the door, Schiller's calm expression could not be held. He gritted his teeth and whispered:

"If you give me compensation, will I be like this?... Dog planner, you wait for me."

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