Schiller had a rather bad habit: whenever he felt anxious, he would keep shifting things around in his hands. Pride usually shifted round objects, while Greed shifted square ones.
Greed usually held a medical record in his hands. When anxious, he liked flipping through it, but he was no longer holding one now. Instead, he held rectangular cards, and he had not even noticed that he had kept rearranging them in his hand.
By the time he set the card down, it was too late.
"Wait! I put down the wrong one!" Schiller said immediately. He tried to take the card back, but Dream Power Doctor Strange directly pinned his hand down with magic.
"Sorry, no take-backs."
Schiller glared at him, and he glared right back without backing down. The two stared at each other for several seconds before Schiller finally gave up.
"Who is this? What skills does he have?" Wanda asked curiously, looking over.
"Mediocrity. No skills at all."
His stats were not particularly strong either. He had the standard body of an ordinary support card and no synergy with any other cards.
Everyone else froze when they saw the card.
Wanda thought for a moment, then turned to Jarvis and whispered, "Did I print this wrong? Did this card not get its skill printed on it?"
"It did have one before, but Doctor Schiller erased it."
"Erased it? Why?"
"I don't know either."
Their quiet conversation did not escape Stark's ears. Stark looked at Schiller and asked, "Why did you play that card?"
"I played the wrong one," Schiller said helplessly.
"That's strange. Why doesn't this card have any skills at all?" Matt, who had been watching nearby, leaned over to take a look. "What is the point of such a weak card even existing?"
He was