mtl008 Chapter 3414 Sons of Midnight (3)
Chapter 3414 Sons of Midnight (3)
Chapter 3414: Son of Midnight (Thirteen)
Kong Su really couldn't control his urge to curse.
When Schiller came to him, he said that he only needed to be responsible for the special effects, and Schiller would handle the rest. But the problem was that Schiller just came out to do the special effects.
In the previous battle against the Minotaur, Schiller did nothing serious, but he used all the special effects. Don't worry about how much damage he did, just say whether this new skin is cool or not.
In the entire battle, Schiller only did two things himself: 1. Standing on the roof and jumping 3, 2, 1; 2. Bang Bang, hitting the two Ghost Riders. All other actions were completed by Kong Su.
Including but not limited to: helping Schiller cover his face, helping Schiller reduce the damage of decline, helping Schiller teleport, helping Schiller be immune to the gravity field, helping Schiller rescue Stark, and even the long staff that was inserted into the neck of the minotaur with the final fatal move, was thrown out by Kong Su using magic.
Schiller is like the gorilla in the zoo, who can create “special effects” whenever he stretches out his hand. Whenever the universe system strictly investigates proxy gaming, Schiller will be the first one to be banned.
The worst thing is that Schiller's order is very demanding. In addition to performing various magic, he also has to help him block the moonlight. Although Kong Su is the moon god, the movement of celestial bodies is based on the rules of the universe, and it is not so easy for him to interfere. He had already wasted a lot of energy before, and this last one completely exhausted him.
"Well, stop complaining. Others who want to work overtime don't have the chance yet."
Schiller took off his hooded cape and placed it on a chair beside him. He walked to the table next to him, poured himself a cup of tea, and said, "It seems that the establishment of the Midnight Sons team is inevitable. But I didn't expect Tony to get involved. But it's good this way. With the sponsorship of Iron Man, the team at least doesn't have to worry about funds anymore."
"Do you think he will sponsor this team?" Kong Su sat in the corner holding his staff, looking out the window at New York at night and said, "The way he uses magic has nothing to do with magic, and he won't join the team to fight Mephisto."
"Yes, he joined the team probably because of me." Schiller smiled and said, "He wants to know whether I am still myself after the system is updated."
"What do you think? Do you think you are still you?"
"Then are you you again?" Schiller asked in return, "The new moon is you, the crescent moon is you, and the full moon is also you. So is there only one you, or are there millions of you?"
"I am the embodiment of thousands of moon phases, and every moon is me." Kongsu said, "Among all the gods, humans should understand me better, because humans are as unpredictable and unpredictable as the moon."
"That's right." Schiller supported his forehead with his fingers and said, "Ordinary people don't have only one side. When they are excited, they will be more active and talkative; when they are depressed, they will be more withdrawn; when they are in a good mood, they will not be so afraid of scary things; when they are in a bad mood, they will find ordinary things annoying."
“Humans are good at adapting. They use one method to do something, and if it doesn’t work, they try another method. They also have a strong learning ability. It only takes a few years to master a skill and apply it flexibly in life and work.”
"No ordinary person lives the same way forever. In fact, if someone doesn't change at all for a long time, people will recommend him to see a psychiatrist. This kind of symptoms is called paranoia and obsession."
"People are often forced to accept their imperfections, such as being allergic to something, not being able to eat a food they love, not being as talented as they thought, or not being able to handle interpersonal relationships because of their emotional instincts."
Schiller's voice gradually took on some electronic noise, and turned into Jarvis' voice that rang in Stark's ears: "This makes them look more like a human being, rather than an inorganic being that only follows logic. Even the electronic life in the universe is trying to crack the emotional puzzle of intelligent creatures."
“Even the highest wisdom would not completely abandon this path of evolution. He would also like to know how the imperfections brought by emotions to intelligent life, through countless coincidences, collide to create the most perfect life form in the universe.”
Stark stood in front of the window of Stark Tower, looking at the bright moon hanging alone over New York, and said, "Do you think there is any side of me that makes you feel strange?"
"Of course." Jarvis replied, "When little Morgan was born, your behavior made me feel strange. With all due respect, you are not very good at taking responsibility, but your behavior at that time made me feel that you were ready to be responsible for the birth and destruction of this universe."
"Am I bad at taking charge? Really?"
"This is a very complicated issue," Jarvis said. "Not being good at taking responsibility doesn't mean you want to escape. On the contrary, you want to take responsibility for too many things, far beyond human limits. You can't make a choice, and sometimes you lose the big picture for the small."
"What is small? What is big?"
"Perhaps in your opinion, the development of human civilization is the most important thing, and everything else should come after it."
"Is not it?"
"But you have to accept the fact that even if you are responsible for this, it will be a very long process and you will not be the only one responsible for it."
“But I’m the most important.”
"I don't think so."
Stark was silent for a moment before saying, "Does Schiller really think you have a higher EQ than me, Jarvis?"
"I'm sorry, but this is indeed the doctor's conclusion." Jarvis chuckled and said, "You are eager to take more responsibility in this regard. Once there is no progress, you will feel very anxious, and anxiety will mess up many things that you think are not as important as this one. The result is that you neither take responsibility for more big things, but also mess up a lot of small things."
"What does this have to do with little Morgan?"
“It’s good to see that you don’t see human development and planetary security as the only things you’re responsible for, but it probably started with Helen.”
"Yes, she is my eldest daughter. But I am not only concerned with the development of human civilization. I never have. My friends are also important to me. Their affairs are not trivial matters."
"But in this respect, you also follow the same behavioral logic. You regard Schiller's matter as a big deal, and you are eager to take more responsibility, but this cannot be achieved. You would rather stay anxious than look at things with lower priority."
"Is there anything with a lower priority?" Stark spread his hands and said, "My friends are all doing well recently, and the world is peaceful."
"Do you know what Mr. Rhodes is doing recently?"
"Uh……"
"Where's Mr. Obadiah? Where's your father? And Dr. Connors and Dr. Banner..."
"After all, nothing serious has happened to them." Stark thought for a moment and said, "Rhodes has retired and is probably on vacation somewhere. Obadiah is managing the company. My dad and mom are continuing their honeymoon. As for Connors and Banner, they should still be doing experiments in some laboratory..."
"Okay, so what about that cat you just brought back?"
"Hiss..." Stark took a breath, "Where's the cat? Where did the cat go? Did it run out and eat people?!"
He didn't care about being sad in front of the window anymore, and rushed out of the office to call his assistant. Not long after, the assistant came in carrying an airline box.
Stark breathed a sigh of relief and opened the cage of the airline box. The kitten, which was only slightly bigger than Stark's hand, squatted in the depths of the cage and looked out.
"Come out, little kitty, come to me." Stark looked inside the airline box and teased the kitten inside with his fingers.
The kitten was very considerate and ran out waving its short legs. Stark said with some pride: "It's just a kitten, isn't it? Why would you need it..."
"vomit!"
A mass of tentacles burst out of the kitten's mouth, and a living person was spit out onto the floor of Stark's office.
"Coulson?!" Stark looked at the agent who was getting up from the ground in shock, and then stared at the cat with wide eyes.
"I have to say, vaccinating it is definitely a bad idea, Tony." Coulson frowned and shook off the mucus on his hands.
"You were swallowed by it?!" Stark looked the kitten up and down, seemingly unable to understand how such a small cat could swallow a living person.
"It's not just me." Coulson walked over and picked up the kitten, holding his two front paws with one hand and patting his back with the other.
"Ugh... ugh!!"
A figure in a white coat got up from the ground. He pushed his glasses, turned to look at Coulson and said, "I told you, Coulson, I'm Dr. Lizard. But that doesn't mean I can treat pets! Oh, this damn saliva..."
"Connors?!" How could you... Stark put his hands on his waist and turned his head in disbelief, saying, "When he swallowed you, didn't you ever consider turning into a lizard to hold up his mouth?"
Connors sneered and said, "Why don't you try and see if your iron body can hold up his mouth?"
Stark took a few steps back quickly, his head almost shaking out a shadow, and he said, "Forget it, I hate cat saliva."
"So did you guys vaccinate him?"
“We tried, but it didn’t work,” Colson said. “He didn’t seem to like needles.”
Coulson handed the cat to Stark, who hesitated but took it. The kitten felt amazing, soft and warm. Stark could hardly imagine that such a small thing could swallow two living people.
"Okay, then I won't give you the injection for now. I hope you don't have any alien virus. Let me see if you are a boy or a girl..."
Stark turned the kitten over and scratched its belly. The cat purred and Stark scratched its neck.
"It's actually a little girl. You and little Morgan will become good sisters. By the way, should this thing be sterilized?"
"That's not necessary," Coulson said. "They're not real cats. They don't go into heat, and they don't reproduce by giving birth to live young. It would probably take hundreds of years for them to grow to the point where they can lay eggs. We don't have to worry about that for now."
Stark held the cat and said, "Have the remaining kittens found adopters?"
"Not yet. The others are either allergic to cat hair or don't have time to keep a pet. Nick still has three cats that he hasn't found yet."
"JARVIS," Stark called out, "Do you and Wanda want to get a cat?"
"I have no problem with that, but I'm not sure Wanda wants one. From what I've heard, she'd prefer a dog."
"Believe me, she definitely wants both a cat and a dog." Stark snapped his fingers and said, "A couple, two children, two dogs and three cats. It's a perfect happy family."
"I'll ask him, but I hope she doesn't want to keep three at once. Our robot vacuum cleaner is not smart enough."
"Ha, then you must not have used Stark Group's..."
"I use the Stark Group one," Jarvis said. "I mean, I'm the robot that cleans the floor."