Tonight, the Stars Shone Bright

The New York morning was bright and sunny, with cars streaming down the highways. Sunlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Stark Tower as Schiller took a sip of his steaming cup of coffee.

Stark was organizing data at the lab bench across from him. After a while, he pulled out a sheet from a pile of documents, shook it, and said, "Well, I have to admit, this friend of yours is quite capable. Is he interested in working for Stark Industries? I'll give him a salary that will satisfy him."

"That's probably difficult, especially since he's still in college."

"What does it matter? Peter is in high school too, isn't he? By the way, which university is he in? Harvard? MIT? Or maybe Princeton?"

"That's not important. What's important is whether this technology will be helpful to you."

Stark, holding one of the design drawings, said, "Liquid Armor is indeed a good idea, but it's mostly limited by Materials Science. Our basic materials haven't developed to that level yet. The gel you gave me is strange; it feels somewhat familiar..."

"You don't need to know the principles behind it, just know that it works."

"But what I need to study is the principle," Stark said. "You can't just conjure up some weird material out of thin air and then expect me to use it with my eyes closed."

"This is a bit of a problem, you know. We're not doing charity work; everyone needs to support their families..."

Stark stretched out his hands and said, "Okay, okay, I understand. Let him name his price. You don't need to beat around the bush with me. Just give me a price."

Schiller put down his coffee cup, turned his chair around, and said to Stark, "The problem is, he doesn't want money, but he's very rich."

"What does he want?"

"He needs a technology, but don't get me wrong, not your kind of mecha technology. He needs a satellite navigation technology that can be widely used by civilians, and more importantly, civilian communication equipment that can support this technology."

Stark, with One Hand on his hip One Hand on the lab table, said with some doubt, "Civilian communication equipment? That's a bit strange. In my opinion... well, I said I admit he's a genius. With his skill level, he shouldn't be unable to even make something for civilian use. Is it really that hard to make a portable GPS?"

"He also requested more features, including a display system that is as intuitive as possible, an input/output system, an interactive interface, communication functions, and some leisure and entertainment functions."

"Isn't that a cell phone?" Stark pulled out his cell phone, though it was still the old-fashioned button phone.

"Go even further than that. Unleash your genius and imagination to envision the pinnacle of what a mobile device can achieve."

"What does he need this for? A cell phone is only for making calls, isn't that enough? He can install a navigation system on it, but as for games and entertainment, can't he just use a computer?"

"Just tell me if you can do it or not."

Stark opened his mouth, but then changed the subject, saying, "Of course I can do it. What can stump a genius like Stark?"

Then he snapped his the Snap and said, "Give me a detailed list of product requirements, and then I'll come up with a solution for you. Then give me all the information on the Liquid Armor and raw materials."

"Make a deal."

Twenty minutes later, Stark looked at Schiller, who was still writing furiously, and began to feel a little uneasy. But he had to pretend to be confident and could only crane his neck to see what Schiller was still writing. It was just a requirement for a mobile phone, how could it take him so long to write?

After a while, he couldn't hold back any longer and tapped the table with his finger, saying, "You don't expect me to invent a spaceship, do you? What kind of mobile phone function would allow you to write here for 20 minutes?"

"No, no, no, this is only a small part..." Schiller put down his pen and handed the papers to Stark. Stark looked at them and said doubtfully, "Phone, full-screen display, octa-core processor, portable charging, open-source system, UI interface..."

"Are you sure this is a cell phone? Isn't this just a miniature computer?"

"Now is the time to test your genius. You are to condense almost all the functions of a computer into a handheld mobile phone, and not only do you have to ensure that the functions work perfectly, but you also have to make the display and appearance smooth and beautiful."

Stark covered his forehead and said, "That's a bit too much to ask. I don't think the information you gave me is enough to make up for it. Make him produce something more substantial."

"Don't try to raise the price. I know you just lack a strategy. With your technical skills, you can definitely do this."

"Can't you just let him work at Stark Industries? I'm even willing to share my lab with him; we can develop these things together..."

Stark paused for a moment, then said somewhat hesitantly, "Okay, I'm just telling you this, but you absolutely mustn't tell anyone that your friend has the ability to stand shoulder to shoulder with the great Stark."

"Of course, he's always a little bit less than me, but only a little bit. I think we can be good friends, especially in research. We'd have a lot to talk about. So, can't I really meet him?"

Schiller sensed the urgency in Stark's tone and understood Stark's feelings. If Stark had to find a close friend, someone who was his equal in intelligence and a worthy opponent, who else could it be but Batman?

While Schiller could indeed transport creatures between two worlds, the risk was far too high, especially for the two main characters.

Therefore, he had no choice but to reluctantly travel between these two worlds to engage in some reselling activities.

Although there is a generational gap between Gotham and New York —DC is still in the 1980s while New York has entered the 21st century— Batman and Iron Man each have their own strengths and can complement each other in certain aspects.

Batman excels in all aspects, from various individual soldier equipment to base construction and strategic planning. He is highly proficient in all of them. Stark, on the other hand, has reached an unprecedented level in mechanics, and he is adept at any invention related to machinery.

Bruce is good at being results-oriented. Once he has a clear goal, his research and development speed is extremely fast, and the completion rate of the results is no less than 200%. For example, the Liquid Armor technology that Schiller brought to Stark this time was the result of his research on Venom. He extracted a gel substance from Venom. This active gel can be completely controlled by bioelectricity, and the entire research and development process took less than a month.

Stark's strengths lie in his boundless imagination and creativity. He excels at solving problems using various cutting-edge methods, and coupled with his advantage of the times, he can bring more advanced methods and technologies than those of the last century.

What else is there to say? Let's go!

After receiving another negative answer from Schiller, Stark was indeed somewhat disappointed; he desperately needed a partner with whom he could share common interests.

Obadiah is still in a coma, Peter is too young and died suddenly, Pepper can provide him with emotional comfort but knows nothing about scientific research, Schiller can give him life advice but can only fix light bulbs, Stark finally met someone who might have common ground with him in his professional field, but the other party unilaterally refused to communicate, so it's no wonder he was very disappointed.

If given the opportunity, Schiller wouldn't mind building a bridge of communication between Bruce and Stark, but the biggest problem is that Time Stream differently in the two worlds, so even remote communication is impossible.

However, Stark quickly regained his composure because Schiller assured him that the collaboration would be long-term and that the two sides could engage in long-term technology exchanges.

Being able to continuously witness the research achievements of another genius filled Stark with enthusiasm for research and development. He said, "Just watch. Although I admit that the other side is also very strong, they will never be more talented than Stark. I will prove it to you."

After saying that, he shook the piece of paper Schiller had written on in his hand and said, "Start with this. Now all you need to do is go back and tell him that he had better produce more geniuses, or I will make him be amazed and ashamed of himself."

Unfortunately, Schiller thought that Batman's personality was different from Iron Man's. He wouldn't fall for that kind of reverse psychology. If Schiller had told Batman, "There's someone more talented than you," Batman would probably have just nodded in agreement. He definitely wouldn't have jumped up like Stark, as if his pants were on fire, and immediately tried to prove that he was stronger.

If both sides had Stark's personality, Schiller would be overjoyed. He could then relay messages between the two sides, provoking one side and then the other, directly initiating an arms race between DC and Marvel.

The two super geniuses began to compete with each other, until they swept up the technological level of the entire world to the point that Thanos was heartbroken and Barbatos wept.

Considering the potential of these two individuals, this is not impossible.

Soon, at the Gotham University research institute, Victor, holding a stack of documents, said, "... His use of energy is very interesting. I think he has given me some inspiration. This way of energy conversion can indeed be used in weapons."

Victor twirled his pen and said to Schiller, "Wait a minute, I'll get you a design drawing... Where is it? Oh! Here... I did intend to develop a cryogenic weapon, but I've been too busy lately and haven't had time to start the project yet."

"Look at this, I call it Freeze Gun, what do you think? It can freeze a person into an ice block, but keep the person's body alive. It can be used to subdue an opponent without harming him. I think it would be great in some police and civilian applications."

"This was originally intended for medical use; it's an extension of my cryogenic chamber technology."

"The reason I turned it into a weapon is because current weapons are too lethal. I am a pacifist, you know. If there is a weapon that can completely subdue the opponent without harming them, then subduing the enemy in war is much more likely than killing them."

On the other side, Stark, after seeing the cryogenic technology data, said, "Interesting, is this another friend of yours?"

"His low-temperature technology is indeed very advanced, but I think it should be applied more to the ecological field, such as large-scale weather generation devices, and it can also solve environmental problems such as glacier melting."

"Of course, this technology needs to be approached with caution, as it is quite lethal."

"Freeze Gun? His idea isn't bad, but the design is terrible. It's too inefficient, only firing one shot at a time, and it runs out of power. Jarvis, help me analyze how to utilize this freezing energy more efficiently, and make a sample later..."

Back in Gotham, Victor looked at Stark's blueprints and said, "This weapon does look pretty good. Does your friend know anything about medical technology? I still have a few difficulties in that area that I haven't overcome."

"For example, how to ensure that the body's immune system and Self-Healing abilities function properly at low temperatures, where cell activity is reduced..."

Schiller snapped his the Snap and said, "I have a friend who is very good at this kind of technology, especially in terms of Self-Healing abilities."

"That's wonderful." Victor seemed very happy. He said, "Although I know that the body's Self-Healing ability cannot completely solve the problem of nervous system atrophy, once the Self-Healing ability and immune system regain activity, the patient's physical condition will be better during subsequent treatments..."

He paced back and forth in the room with some excitement, then said, "I need this technology, and I can trade it for more cryogenic technology. I've also considered the large-scale weather generator you mentioned..."

The scene shifts back to the Stark Tower laboratory, where Connors looks at some documents and says, "... I must say, this document is very timely; it solved a major problem for me."

"The problem with the Lizard Serum is that it is too active, which causes people to exhibit lizard-like characteristics in addition to their Self-Healing abilities, turning them into destructive monsters."

"Perhaps, using cryogenic technology can indeed maintain the activity of serum within a just-right range, allowing it to exhibit Self-Healing abilities without becoming overly active..."

Connors picked up a syringe, with Peter helping him. Connors thought for a moment and said, "We still need to rely on Stark's technology. We need to build a special cryogenic chamber to store the serum, or rather... that's it! I have an idea! We should start with cell activity!"

Connors was very excited, saying, "Highly active Self-Healing ability and low-temperature storage technology are a match made in heaven!"

"We can use cryogenic technology to screen cells with different activities, and even achieve..."

"Oh, right! That brain-stimulating drug you gave me last time, we can use that too. We can use cryogenic technology to eliminate the negative effects... Let me think, let me think..."

"Those blockheads in the military will never figure this out! They only want stronger drugs; they don't understand that sometimes you have to take a step back to move forward..."

Connors waved One Hand, made some gesturing for a speech, and then said, "If this technology really achieves a breakthrough, I'm confident I'll get a Nobel Prize nomination this year. A great invention that will improve the lives of all disabled people is on its way..."

Schiller applauded him; he might soon have two Nobel Prize- winning friends, albeit in different worlds.

"The combination of cryogenics and Self-Healing technology may produce even greater miracles," Connors speculated, stroking his chin. "We may have touched the threshold of longevity, even immortality. Cryotherapy is used to maintain the original appearance, while Self-Healing technology may be used to reverse aging, maintain and enhance cell activity..."

Soon, he began writing and drawing on the documents, clearly having a lot of inspiration.

Peter looked at the document and said thoughtfully, "Actually, I've thought about this before, Doctor. Do you remember when Pikachu broke the Fridge last time?"

"I think that although our the Fridge are already very good, they still have shortcomings, such as the temperature control system being too fragile and the emissions being not environmentally friendly."

"If these low-temperature technologies could be applied to civilian use—yes, I've looked into it—I think this technology for food preservation might be more advanced than the principles currently used in the Fridge. I firmly believe that the broader market lies in civilian applications..."

Peter started writing as he spoke, saying, "I saw a very advanced the Fridge at Mr. Stark's place before, but Jarvis said it was very expensive. But I think if we use this technology, the cost could be greatly reduced, and it would definitely be particularly suitable for large refrigeration units. Moreover, this technology is stable, so it might be good for installing in cars too..."

Not long after, Roy excitedly opened the door to the Gotham University office, stepped forward, and shook Victor's hand gratefully, saying, "That large refrigeration unit is amazing! It can be used not only in warehouses but also on trucks and even small vehicles, and it doesn't consume much energy..."

"... Transportation companies all over the East Coast are scrambling to hire us, and all the factories in Gotham City capable of assembling us are operating at full capacity, yet we still can't keep up with demand. Now even the West Coast has heard about it. I think our financial statements will soon show impressive growth again!"

In the Stark Tower lab, Yinsen said to Schiller, "I've tried my best, but the new elevators and scaffolding you requested are really absurd. I don't understand why these things need to be bulletproof. Who would be a porter in the middle of a battlefield?"

He plugged the USB drive into the computer, then pointed it out to Schiller, saying, "I reinforced all the important joint parts with materials, but as you know, the final effect depends on the strength of the materials. Stark Laboratories doesn't have enough Vibranium, so I could only make a relatively small model. You can take it to your friend to see. If he has the money to buy Vibranium on a large scale, then I think the strength shouldn't be a problem..."

Schiller looked at the model he was carrying. To be honest, he couldn't see anything special about it on the surface, so he said, "Could I borrow this model for a moment? I might need to take it to a professional for analysis."

Yinsen said, "No problem at all. I'm not planning to put it up for tender anyway. Nobody's going to spend that much money to make this tool so sturdy. What's the point? If it breaks, just replace it."

Schiller found it difficult to explain to him how Gotham could consume tens of thousands of elevators and scaffolding in a single week; the city's people were so simple and honest that everything placed on the street became a consumable.

Schiller's model was unanimously approved, but Roy raised other questions. "That high-powered Green Lantern in the city center is nice, but it seems like it can't be mass-produced and it consumes a lot of electricity. Do you have any good ideas?"

Soon, Yinsen came up with another USB drive and said, "I don't understand. Are you planning to go to the center of the battlefield to direct traffic? And what's even more absurd is that the power you're asking for is a bit too much for a Green Lantern?"

"Let me warn you, once this thing lights up, it can illuminate at least seven or eight streets, and the residents there won't be able to sleep."

"That's exactly the effect I wanted." Schiller was very satisfied. He said, "Do you have a model? Could you show me one?"

"I don't have a model, but I can show you the actual product."

Yinsen went outside, and after a while, he came back pushing a small cart. One of the light bulbs on the cart was almost three meters in diameter. Peter came over and exclaimed in surprise, "Is this Green Lantern bulb? Who is it for? A giant?"

Yinsen fiddled with the wires behind him and said, "Cover your eyes! I'm going to turn it on!"

As soon as the power was turned on, a huge green patch suddenly lit up on one of the walls of Stark Tower.

The next day, Pepper angrily threw a newspaper or magazine in front of Stark; it was the New York Global Times, and the headline on the front page read:

"Last night, a strange green light emanated from the top floor of Stark Tower. Is this inhumane war promoter and mad scientist conducting some kind of inhumane radiation experiment again?"

But these Green Lantern are indeed extremely effective.

One night in Gotham, Catwoman returned home, humming a song as she took a bath, and then admired her beautiful jewels. Just as she was about to go to sleep, she saw an incredibly eerie red light appear outside her window.

Instantly, countless terrifying stories flashed through Catwoman's mind. She screamed in fright, dashed to bed, and burrowed under the covers. Then, through the gap in the curtains, she saw a flash of red light outside the window, followed by green, then back to red...

Catwoman was so frightened that she couldn't sleep all night. When she met Bruce the next day and learned that it was a newly installed Green Lantern in the city, Bruce almost got his face scratched by the furious Catwoman.

One afternoon in New York, Peter appeared at Matt's hideout. Daredevil warmly welcomed him, Peter said, "Uh... Mr. Matt, actually, there's something I'd like to ask you."

"What is it? Just tell me."

"Well... I need some detailed information about Kingpin, like... his industrial layout and such."

"Oh." Matt looked at Peter in surprise and said, "It seems you've made great progress and know how to gather intelligence first. Okay, I'll only help you this once. From now on, you'll have to learn to gather intelligence on your own."

Peter gave a strange look. Matt, while flipping through the documents for him, said, "I've been fighting with him for so many years. No one of his properties has escaped my notice, especially near the East Coast. You know, New York, Miami, and Chicago are the main targets."

"Yes, that's right, I want these three cities."

"Don't bite off more than you can chew, kid. You'd better focus on one city, or even just one neighborhood in a city."

Peter looked troubled and said, "Give me these three cities first. Even if I don't need them, I can take them back and keep them safe."

Soon, the document was placed on the desks of Falcone and all the gang leaders. Falcone was somewhat surprised and said, "How did you come up with such a detailed industrial plan, Professor Rodriguez?"

"It's as if someone has already done it."

"And this plan does look very reasonable. I think with this, I can definitely convince those people in Miami," Roy said.

"Of course it makes perfect sense, "Schiller thought. "This is something Kingpin tested over many years with blood and lives. If it didn't make sense, Kingpin's East Coast criminal empire would have collapsed long ago."

After Gotham City and Chicago completed their collaborations, Imperial City also got involved, and Miami naturally couldn't sit still. However, compared to the other cities, Miami's foundation was not strong enough, and its style was more conservative. Roy needed a more detailed plan to convince them.

Schiller wouldn't have fabricated this plan out of thin air; he had already decided on the model he would draw inspiration from: Kingpin.

Kingpin is indeed a bad seed, but you also have to admit that he is a criminal genius. He was able to build a criminal empire from scratch, radiating from the East Coast to the whole country, and this criminal empire has stood firm for many years. Even though he has been harassed by various superheroes, he is still the underground king of the East Coast.

What else is there to say? Let's start copying!

Moreover, Schiller didn't even need to notify the person being copied when he copied Kingpin's homework, because Kingpin's nemesis, Daredevil Matt, had already thoroughly studied Kingpin himself might not even have such detailed information on the distribution of his industries.

The excuse of borrowing homework from Matt to copy is also very reasonable. Spider-Man has just started out and has already offended Kingpin, so Peter has no choice but to go down the wrong path. It is normal for Peter to be inexperienced and not know how to gather information. I believe that Matt, as Spider-Man -Man's mentor, would be very happy to help him.

Sure enough, this detailed business plan, which included the layout of shops in every street and alley, quickly impressed Miami. Moreover, some gangs in Bludhaven, not far from Gotham, were also getting restless.

Although the city is relatively small, the port is in a bad location, and the gangs are basically incompetent, the big bosses at the top can at least share the spoils with them.

Schiller then took the business plan to Bruce, Bruce, after reading it, said, "You mean, you want me to come up with a way to break this criminal chain? Is this some kind of test?"

"... I think the breakthrough point should be here... That's right, this port in Chicago. Judging from its geographical location, it's extremely important, you could say it's the bullseye of the target. If it were me, I would definitely focus on cracking down on the industries here. Once something goes wrong here, the other ports will probably be affected..."

Peter quickly looked at a battle plan and said, "... Do this? Attack the Chicago docks? Is there any special reason for this?"

There's no particular reason behind it, but you have to trust the wisdom of the person who devised this battle plan.

A few days later, Matt patted Peter on the shoulder and said, "I really didn't know you were such a strategist. That was a brilliant move!"

"Kingpin's industries in the central part of the East Coast are almost paralyzed, and it will probably take several months to recover. Come on, tell me, how did you come up with such a brilliant idea..."

Meanwhile, Schiller called Roy and said, "Do Chicago a favor and tell them to be careful about their harbor terminal during construction. Don't cluster industries too closely together there, lest they get wiped out and affect our business..."

A few days later, in the Stark Tower laboratory, Dr. Connors fiddled with the experimental equipment while listening to Schiller tell stories about Victor.

"Perhaps we are alike," he said. "We are all working hard for others, and perhaps saving them is also saving ourselves."

He stopped what he was doing and said with some emotion, "Or rather, it is precisely this goal of saving others that has saved me countless times."

"There have been many dangerous thoughts in my life. I know very well that if I wanted to avenge what happened to me, I could probably do a lot of things."

"But it is precisely because I have felt immense pain because of my own experience that I can empathize so clearly."

Under the cold light of the instrument, Dr. Connors' eyes resembled waves of seawater. His Coldblood genes had not completely faded, and his eyes still had the vertical pupils of a lizard. But now, they held a richness of emotion unlike that of Coldblood.

"If it weren't for saving her, I might have given up everything long ago." In the same laboratory, Victor sat on the floor, leaning against the lab table, One Hand stroking the cryogenic chamber where his wife was kept.

"The story you told me really shocked me," he said Victor. "I think there are still many people in the world who, like my wife, suffer from this disease."

"Like your friend's story, a scientist who lost an arm and wanted to cure all the disabled people in the world."

"I think I have a greater goal now." Victor's voice came through the dim light of the laboratory, and there was always a special emotion in his eyes.

He said, "That's a more absurd goal, just like this absurd world."

"I hope that one day, no one, no wife or husband, will be troubled by this disease anymore..."

He looked up at the cryogenic chamber and said, "I hope that no one will ever have to look at their loved ones through such heavy doors again, but can instead embrace and kiss them freely."

"I hope they never have to go through the same tragic story as me," Connors said, his voice beginning to emanate from the quiet laboratory as he ran his One Hand over the books on the lab bench.

"To thank the world for leaving me with a brilliant mind after taking away a part of my body."

"It took away my beloved, but at least it left me with wisdom..."

"If I have the ability to do something, then being missing an arm will not stop me from changing the world."

"If I still have the chance to reunite with her, I hope all families in the world have this kind of luck; if they don't, then I'll give it to them..."

Schiller, on the other hand, simply stood between the two stories, listening to all their emotional shifts and fluctuations.

It was as if two spaces suddenly overlapped. Schiller saw that in the layered spaces, Connors looked up and saw Victor sitting in front of the experimental table. When Victor turned his head, the moment their eyes met, countless points of light shattered, and space and time stood still.

Millions of light-years away, separated by countless world barriers, their eyes met, piercing through space and time. Two stories, two lives, the same wisdom, the same thoughts, met at this moment.

Stark, clad in his armor, stood atop Stark Tower. Schiller lit a cigarette, and Stark, looking down at the lights of New York City, said:

"I have never felt so strongly that someone is working to change the world, just like me."

"Change the world?" Schiller said. "Why are you so sure he's doing the same thing as you—to change the world?"

Stark shook his head and said, "It's a resonance between geniuses. You might not be able to tell how much wisdom and effort is contained in those dry and boring numbers."

"But I can see him in him, his wisdom, his character; it's an exchange between geniuses."

What kind of person do you think he will be?

"He is different from me. He didn't put in that much passion for it, nor did he see these brilliant studies as his life goal."

"He doesn't care about creativity, he doesn't care about the fun in it. I think he must be a rather melancholic person, but none of that matters..."

Schiller turned his head and saw Stark's eyes, which were always a little moist, shining brightly in the light of the distant lights.

He heard this unique genius say, "We are the same, yet different. This world is so wondrous; it has given two completely different people almost the same wisdom."

This was the first time Schiller had heard Stark admit that someone else possessed the same intelligence as him.

"Whatever our purpose may be, every human being should be proud of the great wisdom he possesses." Stark never seemed to bow his head, only gazing into the distance.

The city lights of New York were still bright at night, but in Schiller's eyes, these lights gradually went out, the city dimmed, and the roads began to stretch out. When he returned to Gotham, the rooftop of the Wayne Enterprises Tower was chilly, like a cold wind.

"I firmly believe that no matter what other races exist in the universe, humanity is special," Batman said to Schiller from the rooftop, the gradually brightening lights of Gotham casting a warm glow on his mask.

"I also know that wherever that person is making his inventions, he should think the same way I do," Batman said.

"I had no idea you would think that someone else shared your thoughts."

"Nobody thinks exactly like me," Batman said.

"We are all unique..." Stark said.

"But that's precisely what makes it so wonderful."

"This is the essence of human wisdom..."

"Wisdom is truly amazing."

"... Isn't it amazing?"

In Schiller's vision, the lights of Gotham and New York gradually merged into one, as if at this very moment, these two of the world's top geniuses were standing face to face, unable to see each other, yet seemingly sensing each other's presence.

They completed an almost impossible exchange, despite being separated by an immeasurable distance and at completely different times.

These geniuses seem to have found a point of convergence in a complex web, and all the light that spreads out from there echoes each other. Different identities, different backgrounds, and different roles exist in their own worlds, yet they seem to be intimately connected and have a tacit understanding.

Perhaps this is what makes humanity so great: they are forever connected in Mind Stone and empathy.

As night deepened, Batman turned and left, and Stark also departed. In the Gotham University laboratory, Victor drifted off to sleep, while in the Stark Tower laboratory, Connors slowly fell asleep.

Time and space constantly bring countless Shade, and then take them away.

Finally, only Schiller remained. He stood atop Stark Tower, New York was ablaze with starlight tonight.

He saw countless stars twinkling at the farthest edge of the night sky; perhaps one of them was a light shining from another world.

The knowledge and wisdom of geniuses resonate with each other, illuminating the beacon of civilization. Schiller stands here now, not as one of those beacons, but like an ordinary person, standing atop a tall building, with the fire that humanity has never extinguished for millennia beneath his feet, and countless lamps rising from the distant other side of the world above him, watching over each other from afar.

He thought that from AllSpark to the rise of steam, from the first electric light being lit to countless skyscrapers rising from the ground, humankind has never stopped exploring.

Transcending space and time, all wisdom is woven into the tow rope that pulls the giant wheel of humanity forward. Great geniuses wave across the river of time, while pioneers of civilization pay homage across the barriers of space.

Schiller thought that if his coming here was destiny, then the ability to connect the two worlds was the best gift the Creator could give him.

He brought together those who could not meet, made heroes cherish heroes, connected ideas, and sparked intellectual exchanges.

If he had to come here with a purpose, and ultimately accomplish something great, then Schiller hoped, just as he was doing now, to light one lamp of wisdom after another, to unite these lamps into an inextinguishable flame of civilization, to let it burn brightly, and to become an eternal sun in this universe.

Then one day, we will witness the great ship called human civilization sailing into the mysterious universe that our ancestors never reached.

At that time, the Milky Way will shine brightly across the vast sky, and countless stars will illuminate the night sky. The brilliance of this black sun will be inexhaustible for eternity.

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