PFC Chapter 2634 Mayfly World (34)
Chapter 2634 Mayfly World (34)
Chapter 2634 Mayfly World (Thirty-four)
In the afternoon in the Himalayas, the azure blue sky was as clear as a piece of ice. The rustling sound of snow sweeping came from outside the window, like the best hypnotic tune. Pamela, who had just finished her meal, was taking a nap on the table.
Schiller came in yawning, apparently having just woken up from a nap. The noise of him opening the door woke Pamela up. Pamela smoothed her red hair, stretched, and lay down again.
"How are you? Is the altitude sickness getting better?"
"Much better, but still sleepy and lacking energy." Pamela drooped her eyelids with a sleepy expression.
"Do you have time for a brief psychological assessment now?"
"What is that? Do I have to do it?" Pamela looked up at him with some confusion, but her chin still did not leave the table.
“Every superhero here has to do it, but many have put it off for too long.”
"What's the point?"
"Continued attention to the mental health of superheroes will help us understand their mental states and avoid certain disasters caused by their mental problems."
"That doesn't work in our place. Our superheroes are all walking psychological problems." Pamela smiled and said, "But Harley is always keen to give me psychological counseling. I think I'm fine."
"You would think that the most important thing is that she gives you psychological counseling and makes you okay." Schiller rolled his eyes slightly and said, "It's like one person turns on a flashlight and asks another person to climb, and the other person says, 'I'm not climbing. If you turn off the flashlight, I will fall down.'"
Pamela laughed. Schiller walked over and flipped her eyelids with his hands and said, "I see you are still in a state of altitude sickness. Your mind is not very clear."
"It's good this way. Sometimes being too clear-headed can be uncomfortable. Now I understand the joy of being an ordinary person."
"How's the experiment going?" Schiller had to ask her something serious.
Pamela finally sat up, stretched her stiff arms, shook her head and said, "Not bad, at least I'm good at cabbage."
"Why cabbage again? Aren't they growing herbs?"
"You don't think we really have so many precious herbs for experiments? They're hard to find in the wild now, and that boss named Strange is so stingy. What else can he use if not cabbage?"
Pamela took out an experimental dish from under the table and placed it on the table. The cabbage inside was smaller than normal, but the surface had a very beautiful rainbow-colored polarized light. It was also a perfect ingredient of +16 in the food game.
"Why so small?"
"People here seem to have a misunderstanding," Pamela said. "They think concentrated herbs are the essence, and that truly wild herbs won't grow very large. If they're small enough, they're definitely wild, and those huge ones are farmed."
Schiller nodded, thinking that Pamela was right. He had talked with some people who were keen on buying Chinese medicinal herbs. They generally believed that herbs that were too plump and complete were grown in greenhouses with plenty of water and fertilizer, and only those that were small and strange in shape were wild.
"So I reduced the size of the plants I raised. After all, I didn't need them to attack people. Then, by changing the structure of the plant cells, I allowed them to store extremely weak magic power."
"Do you know what our problem is now? If you come up with something that is obviously a magical plant, it will not pass the test. This kind of thing is definitely not allowed to be sold. They have suffered losses before."
"This is exactly the problem we are going to solve next. We have basically found a stable plant cell structure that can be used to store magic power. We have also verified that taking in a very small amount of magic power can help balance the various indicators in the human body and can indeed prolong life."
"Moreover, this extremely weak magical energy can also gradually change the magic affinity of ordinary people. Once a large number of people use it over a wide range, it can create an effect similar to herd immunity, allowing most people within a certain range to have magic affinity."
"But the specific storage capacity is still under study. The one I have is fully loaded, so it is inevitable that there will be some abnormalities on the surface. Now we are considering gradually downgrading it."
"How is this grown? Can it be promoted on a large scale?"
"This was cultivated by the great wizards, but Stark has already developed a broad-spectrum radiation instrument, which is the key to mass production. But he died halfway through the process, so we have no choice but to carry out this step of adjusting the scale first."
Schiller nodded, thinking that this research process was very good. Pamela said, "I didn't bring my lab assistants with me. The Supreme Mage wanted me to pick a few assistants from the school here, but I can't speak the same language as them. I really can't understand Chinese and Indonesian, and their English is not very good either."
"Barry is good at running errands. He has been running back and forth between the laboratory and the Archmage's residence these days, but he can't help with the research. The Chinese man you found speaks good English, but it's a pity that he has to plan the construction of the village. There are too few people available for the experiment right now."
Schiller thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll transfer a few assistants from the Gotham School of Magic to you. Forget it, just find someone I know. Dick and Raven are quite free, so let them come over. I'll find you a few Spider-Men."
"Oh, right." Schiller said as if he suddenly remembered something, "Have you been close to the mountain recently? Did you hear any noise?"
Pamela shook her head, but quickly said, "We placed a machine in the cave next to the village below. It was the radiation machine developed by Stark. But the cave is very shallow, and we have sealed it. It shouldn't be a problem."
Schiller nodded. He had also looked for some news reports in the past few days and learned about what happened on this land that year. From those fragmentary words that were kept secret, it seemed that Chi You was buried very deep, and layer upon layer of defense was built outside. Not to mention them, even if Magneto came, he might not be able to wake him up. There was no need to worry about it and throw the baby out with the bathwater.
After coming out of Pamela's laboratory, Schiller used his cell phone to contact the free Spider-Man while walking towards the portal, preparing to go to DC to find a few idle people to come over for research.
But except for some people who have participated in the fighting world or have been here before, most people are not familiar with him, nor do they know the relationship between him and Pride. His sudden appearance could easily scare them. Schiller had to change into a black suit before leaving. It was time to disguise himself as Pride again.
After arriving in Gotham through the portal, Schiller first went to the other world and caught Dick and Raven, who had been doing nothing recently and were madly in love.
The arrogance was indeed useful. The two men were like frightened quails, afraid that Schiller would catch them and ask them about their studies. Schiller acted as if he was lenient with them, and the two men happily ran to the opposite universe.
Schiller should have gone back immediately because Spider-Man had already replied to his message, but when he remembered that Pride had just bought a new house and that Pride had never been good at cleaning it, Schiller decided to go over and take a look.
Schiller drove to his new home, only to find that he didn't have the key. He could only open the lock through the gray fog and found the phone that Pride had placed on the table.
Because the two universes are not from the same era, mobile phones are not universal. Despite the existence of the two major technology groups, Wayne and Luthor, the mobile phones used by Pride are still ordinary flip phones, while Greed has begun using miniature holographic communication terminals.
Schiller picked up the old mobile phone, and as soon as he opened it, he saw more than a dozen unread messages. Could it be that Ao Wang was so poor that he was being chased for debt?
Schiller pressed the buttons for a long time before opening the text message interface, and then found that the messages were sent by Oliver.
The content of the text message was somewhat irrelevant. One moment it asked Schiller how the move to his new home was going, and the next moment it asked Clark if he was doing well recently. It felt like the text was evasive and trying to cover up something.
Schiller guessed that it was very likely that Clark was broadcasting the situation in Mexico in the Marvel Universe to Oliver through pictures or text, and Oliver couldn't sit still.
Judging from the situation in the Marvel Universe, it would be strange if he could sit still. The situation in Mexico in the Marvel Universe is much better than here, because they have been forced to the point of being ready to strike, and the country that can give them the greatest support is not the dying Soviet Union.
Schiller could tell how anxious Oliver was from the few words in the text message, but considering that this person was still trying to be stubborn, Schiller decided to ignore it and clean up the house first.
But Oliver was probably getting impatient. Just as Schiller had almost finished tidying up the living room, the doorbell rang.
As soon as Schiller opened the door, he saw Oliver standing outside with ingredients and wine in his hands. What attracted Schiller's attention most was a big fish.
The Schillers don't have any particular favorite food, but if they have to choose one, they prefer fish. Greedy especially likes to go fishing around New York with Matt when he has nothing to do, and then grill the fish while drinking.
For the sake of the fish, Schiller still opened the door. Oliver noticed Schiller's look and immediately smiled smugly and said, "I knew you liked this. Let's go in."
The two walked into the room together. Oliver looked up at the furnishings and said, "I received an invitation to your housewarming party, but my friend was injured at that time and I was taking care of her, so I didn't have time to come."
"Black Canary?"
Oliver looked at him strangely, not understanding why he called by a code name. In fact, it was because Schiller had forgotten Black Canary's name, and he didn't pay much attention to these lunatics in DC.
"Yes, she chased them to the home of the Confession Cartel before, but was evaded by those cunning guys again. They even set a trap for her. Fortunately, she reacted quickly and was not succeeded by them, but she still suffered some minor injuries."
"Um..." Oliver looked up at Schiller and hesitated, "Clark sent me a lot of text messages, saying that he is in another universe, um..."
"Yes, he's just running away." Schiller said deliberately: "Nothing can compare to the career you once had. The little things he's doing now are just substitutes."
"A minor incident?" Oliver raised his voice. "They even made it clear. I don't know how they had the guts to do that! Only a few decades have passed. Do they think..."
Schiller smiled and said, "Perhaps the greatest miracle in the world has happened during these decades of time difference?"