mtl008 Chapter 3977 MU Superbody Major Event (57)
Chapter 3977 MU Superbody Major Event (57)
Chapter 3977 MU: The Superbody Incident (Fifty-Seven)
However, to Schiller's surprise, ordinary society was quite proactive in preparing for the event. As soon as the two of them entered the venue, an employee of the S.H.I.E.L.D. brought them a stack of documents and asked them to register.
Schiller looked around and saw that all the rows of seats at the registration desk were full. Whether they were superheroes or mysterious beings, they all obediently sat down and started filling out forms.
Schiller and Stark took the forms and found two empty seats in the corner. Upon closer inspection, they realized it was a superpower information registration form, meticulously listing all the superpowers that needed to be recorded.
Stark filled out the form without hesitation, after all, his superpowers were indeed simple—besides being super rich and super smart. Schiller, on the other hand, had more to consider.
First, under what identity will he go to the battlefield? His Moon Knight abilities in this universe depend on Kong Su, and Kong Su needs the moon. While it's not impossible to take the moon to the battlefield, the moon is, after all, a resource for all humanity, and it would be rather rude to just take it away like that.
Moreover, whoever Kong Su chooses becomes the Moon Knight. Even if Schiller doesn't become the Moon Knight, Kong Su can still fight alongside Mark. Although Schiller is currently a special agent, spending his days drinking coffee and eating donuts, he'll definitely be reliable in crucial moments. After all, he's the real Moon Knight, while Schiller is just a puppet.
His own identity doesn't have any useful superpowers. Even if you include the made-up mind-reading ability, it's definitely not as good as Professor X's, and the role he can play is not significant.
As for why he wanted to play such a significant role, it was mainly because he could only watch the spectacle from the front lines. With so many superheroes locked in combat, how could he possibly miss out on that kind of entertainment?
If he only wanted to be a psychologist, he'd be stuck in the background, and there was a good chance Wanda would drag him off to take care of her children. As the four little devils grew bigger and bigger, Schiller was starting to feel overwhelmed. When he heard that Wanda wanted Billy to study psychology, Schiller felt like the sky was falling.
Moon Knight was too troublesome, and the psychiatrist couldn't go to the front lines. After much thought, Schiller concluded that Gray Mist's abilities were the most useful.
However, Gray Mist doesn't actually have a public identity. The fact that Schiller can transform into mist is basically only known to those within the circle. And aside from a few close friends of Schiller, most people don't even know that Gray Mist has independent consciousness, assuming it's just Schiller's superpower.
Then Schiller suddenly realized that he could fight as a symbiote owner, just like Eddie. After all, he'd just be a blur, his face obscured, so who would know who he was?
Just like Eddie, as long as Venom is always on his face, he is Venom, not Eddie. In fact, many people only know Venom and don't know or care who his host is.
Thinking of this, Schiller looked up and saw Eddie filling out a form as well. He picked up the form and went over to copy it, only to find Eddie and Venom arguing again—or rather, Venom was complaining unilaterally.
"I'm the one who's going to fight! You should fill in my name! Hurry up! Write Venom here!"
"What do you mean by 'external equipment'?! You actually think I'm your external equipment?! Good heavens, would you call your heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys external equipment? Do you think they can go to Sagittarius and work on their own?!"
"How could you write that?! My appearance is definitely not 'a sticky black parasite'!! You bastard, change it right now!!"
“Quiet down, Venom,” Eddie said. “I can’t write you as too powerful, or they’ll give me too many combat missions and I won’t have time to shoot. Only by being assigned to the second line will I have a chance to take good photos.”
Seeing Schiller approach, Eddie looked up at him and asked, "What's wrong? Have you finished filling it out, doctor?"
“No, I’m still hesitating about how to fill it out.” Schiller sat down beside him and said, “I’m going to the battlefield as Gray Fog.”
“Grey Mist?” Eddie said. “Oh, yes, I’ve met him. Venom is quite familiar with him too. So we can be considered to be on the same side.”
"Yes, but I don't actually want to expose the Gray Fog, so I'm planning to give myself a different codename. What do you think would be good?"
Eddie thought for a moment, a look of recollection on his face, and then he said, "Do you still remember the 'Visitor in the Mist' incident?"
Schiller also looked reminiscent; this was indeed quite a long time ago. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Do you think I could use this codename? Fogman?"
"That's right, it sounds mysterious, doesn't it? And it fits Gray Mist's appearance perfectly. But I think you'd better not write Gray Mist's true abilities down, and try to make them seem weak, otherwise it'll be troublesome if you have to fight Superman or something."
Schiller nodded. However, he didn't deliberately portray the Gray Mist as weak, because even if the Gray Mist's abilities were described truthfully, they wouldn't seem very strong—the rank of the strongest Nameless Mist couldn't be reflected in this information.
Schiller spent a long time writing and found that its only advantage over other symbiotes was the ability to decompose and store matter, and it was less susceptible to fire and sound waves. While its defensive capabilities were significantly stronger than other symbiotes, since it was mist, it couldn't be hit but also couldn't stop anything, so it was practically non-existent.
Eddie finished filling out his own form first, then watched Schiller write. After Schiller finished writing in great detail and handed it in, he said, "With your abilities, if you write like this, I'm afraid you'll be assigned to a transportation position."
“I don’t think so,” Schiller said, frowning. “I only said it could be broken down and stored, but I didn’t say how much it could store, nor did I say it had any preservation capabilities. Besides, how many superheroes eat? Transporting so many supplies would be pointless.”
“Hopefully they’re too busy to conduct experiments,” Eddie said, shaking his head. “Otherwise, they might make you send all the ships over at once.”
"Good heavens, this won't do, will it?" Schiller said, but he still asked Gray Mist. Gray Mist's reply was that it was possible, but it would be very slow—rather than having him break it down and carry it away, it would be better to put it directly into the ring's inner world.
Schiller thought about it and agreed. Although he didn't think the person in charge would make him move all the spaceships, there would definitely be a lot of building materials needed to establish an outpost. Large items could be transported by spaceships, but if they realized something was missing halfway through construction, he would probably have to move it himself.
Schiller didn't see anything wrong with being a porter. On the contrary, this second-line work close to the front lines allowed him to observe the battlefield situation well, and if anyone was injured, he could bring them back as quickly as possible.
Sure enough, not long after the meeting, Schiller received a notice of preparation for war, which listed the positions he might be assigned to—one as a logistics coordinator and the other as a medic.
Gray Fog was thrilled that he wouldn't have to fight, but Schiller wasn't very confident about being a medic. After all, battlefield first aid and working in a hospital were completely different things. Even if he worked in a hospital, he was just a psychiatrist; surgery wasn't his responsibility.
Schiller had initially hesitated about the medic position, but when he saw that Strange's notification letter, which included the medic designation, had also been sent to him, he couldn't help but feel happy.
“You can whip their asses with magic ribbons while performing surgery on the wounded,” Schiller laughed heartily outside the Presbyterian Hospital's surgical office. “It’s time for the Hand of God to shine!”
Strange, who was filling out medical records, rolled his eyes. Before he could say anything, Schiller continued, "You know, this is the best chance to show off your perfectly intact hands to Doctor Strange in the multiverse. If you can perform a perfect surgery amidst a siege of superheroes—God will call you God!"
Strange immediately swallowed his rebuttal, and even glanced back at Schiller, saying, "Remember to remind Stark to create an opportunity for me."
"Help you attract superheroes?"
"Help me break his skull so I can perform neurosurgery on him."
All the superheroes received their own notification letters outlining the positions they might be offered, usually two or three. They could decline one if they strongly objected, but most had no objections—it was clearly an arrangement based on their abilities.
This is where the role of ordinary people really comes into play. What are the chances that a powerful superhero is also a highly skilled commander and strategist in large-scale military operations? The reality is very small. If he could also manage logistics and coordinate personnel deployment, then God truly deserves to be called God.
In any case, there isn't a single person like that on Earth so far. Even Schiller couldn't command an army group in combat—it's not like you can just click a box in a computer game and jump in; it involves far too many things and is far too complex, and the pressure involved is unimaginable for ordinary people. Moreover, this universe contains many extraordinary individuals, which exponentially increases the number of decisions to be made, making the difficulty incomparable.
It's not impossible for superheroes to learn these things, but most superheroes aren't born strong. Even Captain America has to keep training, otherwise his fighting skills will decline; even mutants need to practice a lot to use their superpowers more skillfully, they simply don't have that much time to learn these things.
If it's just about bullying aliens or the mass-produced robots of the three great empires, then there's no need for overly detailed strategies. As long as the general direction is correct, that's fine. After all, the individual differences are too great, and force is a one-sided crushing force, so there's naturally no pressure in that regard.
But if you're facing a group of people with similar superpowers, like the upcoming Justice League, it's a completely different story. If both sides have superpowers, and the strength of those powers isn't significantly different, then it all comes down to strategy.
Batman is strong in both strategy and tactics, and with so many Batmen together, they'd be even stronger. Instead of having Marvel's largely unprofessional superheroes research tactics, it's better to leave the specialized tasks to professionals—let ordinary people with the relevant expertise handle them.
While it may seem like ordinary people lack experience, the Marvel Universe has always had superpowered individuals. During the two World Wars, generals considered the impact of superpowered individuals; every nation has similar experiences. Some generals from that era are even still alive, having returned to their prime due to the significant increase in human lifespan. (The last sentence appears to be unrelated and refers to a separate event: "Chinese server rankings, battle records are verifiable.")
Therefore, having ordinary people with relevant expertise handle the overall planning and arrangements, while superpowered individuals are responsible for fighting on the battlefield, is the best arrangement. Although their planning skills may not be as good as Batman's, as long as they can operate in an orderly manner, there isn't a significant difference in that aspect. Ultimately, it comes down to the details of their operations.
Schiller soon received another tactics manual. Most of the content was general, teaching some battlefield details; another part was tailored to him, telling him what he could do with his abilities.
Schiller had already discovered that the author of this book was highly skilled, because in the section on customized tactics, he had written about the idea of using the movement of factors within the gray fog to inflict damage on the enemy. Schiller had previously tested this and found it to be very effective, arguably one of the few extremely lethal methods available to the gray fog.
While the central universe where Schiller resided was already actively preparing for war, the people from the main universe finally arrived. Unexpectedly, it wasn't Doctor Strange or Iron Man from the main universe who came, but Magneto and Mystique from the Brotherhood of Mutants.
They were greeted by Charles—a younger version of Charles Xavier.
When Magneto in the main universe pushed open the door and saw those blue eyes, it was as if he had entered a beautiful dream, but it was more like he had suddenly woken up from a long-standing nightmare and found himself drowning in the deep sea, his decaying bones reaching out to try to grasp the last ray of light on the surface of the sea.
Who are you looking at?