"Why are you here?"
The sensation of someone who had just fallen asleep in a dream was much like that of someone who had just woken up in reality: dazed and muddled, standing at the threshold between dream and reality, enough to leave anyone a little stunned.
"You'll have to ask them." Dream Power Doctor Strange pointed behind Schiller.
When Schiller turned around, he saw a group of people glaring at him unfriendly. They were the ones who had taken part in the game during the day, with several others who had watched but not participated standing behind them.
Schiller tilted his head back helplessly and said, "Is this really necessary? It was just one game I won during the day."
"That game during the day didn't count." Stark said, "What was so fun about those cards? There were too many restrictions. Let's do this for real!"
Schiller was about to say something, but Stark continued, "I heard from Eddie that this friend of yours can create illusions indistinguishable from reality, and any kind of illusion at that. Let's play another round here!"
"Tony, enough already!" Schiller said impatiently. "It was just a tabletop game. It's not like I took your money..."
Stark's eyes shifted as he said, "How about this? I'll put up ten million dollars as the prize. Winner takes all. Sound good?"
The moment he finished speaking, someone grabbed his wrist. Schiller dragged him toward the crowd and said, "As it happens, I didn't get enough of it during the day either. Let's go."
After they joined the others, the group was still discussing things. Wanda complained, "Jarvis and I tried to adjust the balance, but nothing worked. There are still too many restrictions, so we thought, why not play it like this instead?"
"What do you