Schiller was in quite a good mood after successfully bringing a Stark to ruin, but upon returning to his own universe, he felt a wave of emptiness.
Being the mastermind behind the scenes was not a long-term solution. None of the gods and superheroes in the universe were fools. One or two elaborate plans could astonish everyone, but as they happened more and more often, even an idiot would know who was stirring things up behind the scenes.
At first, whenever something happened in New York, everyone knew Schiller had done it. Later, whenever something happened on Earth, everyone knew Schiller had done it. Later still, whenever something happened in a Single Universe, Eternity knew Schiller had done it. And now, if anything happened in the Multiverse, all the gods probably knew Schiller had done it.
At this point, there was a very simple way to deal with these tangled-ball-of-yarn plans: skip straight to the end and find Schiller.
Schiller was not worried that he would no longer be able to profit from his plans. Once the system had matured, energy kept flowing in even if he did nothing. The virtuous cycle had already formed, so there was no need to keep such a close watch on everything.
What he regretted most was no longer seeing that group of superheroes and gods being spun around by him, only to be utterly shocked when they finally discovered the mastermind.
Now, no matter who encountered anything unusual, they would definitely call Schiller. With no entertainment to watch, Schiller felt bored out of his mind.
Although Pride had been stuck circling Gotham in the DC world, progressing far more slowly than in the Marvel world, the amount of entertainment in the world was fixed. If you consumed too much early on, there would