Schiller had finally realized that Chinese people could never escape one vicious cycle: it was the New Year, they were already here, and they were still kids.
After that, he tried several more times with Schiller No. 7, Schiller No. 8, and Schiller No. 9, but none of them succeeded. Just as he had discovered before, there was more than one dog in this entire production.
Or rather, it was difficult to find anyone among this bunch who wasn't a dog. A group of lunatics getting together and somehow turning out fine would have been the real miracle.
The lunatics over in DC were crazy with style, crazy with flair, practically wanting to write "I'm insane" across their faces.
But Marvel was different. Everyone looked perfectly normal, yet everyone was especially abnormal. Or rather, each of them had their own normal and abnormal sides. Every single one was the ultimate bundle of contradictions, and which part of them would go wrong on which day was impossible to observe.
Schiller could now fully understand Adam.
For the Marvel universe, if a program was still barely running, don't touch it. If a plot was still somewhat reasonable, don't try to rewrite it. Otherwise, it would only get more and more absurd, until things like Sandman stumbling into Atlantis, the three-year deadline arriving and the Dragon King returning, or Human Torch fighting Scarlet Witch in the forest until even the Great Dao was ground away all came along...
In the end, Schiller realized that trying to turn things around from this angle was probably impossible. Considering how fragile the timeline itself was, he did not have many chances left to experiment. He decided to be a little bolder and solve the problem once and for all.
The biggest problem now was that after