In the corridor of the High Tower of Thought, DC Schiller looked up at what was happening on the surface of consciousness, then turned to Superego beside him and said:
"So this was where you were waiting for him. But that made sense. Marvel's superheroes were a bit more sensible; they should have realized long ago that dealing with a mental patient required some compulsory measures."
Superego rested a hand on the railing and said, "If Greed could be cured, or even improve a little, then it would count as all of us taking a major step forward on the road to recovery."
"Compared to that, that little bit of energy was nothing."
DC Schiller smiled and said, "That kid was terrified. He's been hiding in the ward and refusing to come out these past few days."
Superego turned around and said:
"I'll go comfort him."
Watching Superego's retreating back, DC Schiller knew that he was somewhat angry over Greed's actions.
However, Superego was the collective will of the personalities. He had no need to speak coldly to the others of himself. Still, judging by how angry he was, Marvel Schiller was definitely in for a terrible time this time.
Just as DC Schiller had guessed, Marvel Schiller had now fallen into deep doubt.
He felt that he might have been overworked and started hallucinating, or perhaps someone had cast some kind of illusion on him. Otherwise, how could he have had such an absurd dream where everyone ignored him?
What Schiller could not understand most was that, whether out of practical interests or emotional needs, his friends had absolutely no reason to push him away.
He was so good at making money, so determined to lead all humanity forward, and shared such deep friendships with them. Why had he