Superego froze where he stood, but suddenly, the door was pushed open a crack, and another Schiller squeezed in, shouting:
"Damn it, Pride!!!! You're Pride!! You're not Deceit!! You damn liar!! Is that fucking little bat?!!!!"
With a bang, the door was rammed open again, knocking Superego stumbling aside. Three Schillers rushed in and said, "Oh my God! Good thing I ran fast—did you see that thing?!!"
"Of course! My God, when I first saw it, I thought Barbatos had chased us all the way home!! You're telling me that's Batman?!!"
"Liar! Pride! You big liar! Little bat?? What did he use to read your thesis feedback?? Eyes bigger than bronze bells?!!"
"Schemer! What happened?! How did he take down Belial? I heard he straight-up ate Belial??? He's human! Eating an entire Demon Lord's soul raw—wasn't he afraid of bursting?!!"
Before long, one Schiller after another came rushing in. They looked utterly disheveled, and their mouths were anything but clean.
Soon, a crowd of surviving Schillers packed the first-floor hall, arguing without pause.
Their discussion mainly revolved around two topics: Pride ought to change his name to Deceit, and Batman ought to change his name to Barbatos.
Superego peered through the crack in the door again, but in truth, he could not see the full form of that giant bat at all.
Schiller's Mind Tower was already a landmark in Hell. Many Demon Lords' castles were not as tall as it was. Yet by Superego's rough estimate, the High Tower's height was about equal to the diameter of that enormous bat's eyeball.
Superego slowly reached out and shut the last crack in the door. Turning around, he said, "I think the rules for this competition were drafted somewhat hastily, with plenty of room for optimization. The first thing that should