Facts proved that knowledge was power.
While Iron Man and Batman had been imparting knowledge to Schiller, they had also given Gray Mist, this special life-form, a portion of human thought processes, along with the highest caliber of scientific reasoning.
In truth, Schiller did not value his scientific mind all that much. Put bluntly, he was not on the path of a scientist at all, so what did he need such exceptional talent for science?
Consequently, Gray Mist had previously had no interest whatsoever in investigating physical laws and the like. Schiller himself was not particularly interested in them either; his personality leaned more toward philosophy.
The most important thing Iron Man and Batman had given Gray Mist was not computational ability, but the thirst for knowledge possessed by those two super-geniuses, especially their spirit of pursuing precision and seeking truth.
Since Schiller himself was uninterested in that area, aside from occasionally reading with Gray Mist at his invitation, he had not noticed any changes in him. Gray Mist's daily routine in the High Tower remained sleeping, eating, eating, sleeping, mooching off one person after another—no different from before.
But that was only because material conditions had been too abundant. Pride and Greed had basically handled everything, so Gray Mist could naturally choose to be a lazy bum.
But now Greed had closed the cafeteria. There was no longer an all-you-can-eat buffet, and he had to face those disapproving looks of pathological disgust. There was no way he could keep slacking off in the High Tower.
Once the pressure hit, Gray Mist's back no longer hurt, his legs no longer ached, he could untangle yarn balls, he could become a Black Hand—and more importantly, the little lightbulb in his head lit up with a flash.
Because he had been slacking