Actually, Deathstroke was very interested in psychology. But what interested him was Applied Psychology. To be precise, how to use psychology to gain an advantage, not those long-winded theories. Besides, Schiller's theory did not sound very reliable. No matter how he looked at it, it felt like something Schiller had made up himself.
But the magical thing was, he had actually been able to listen to Schiller drone on about this kind of thing the whole way, and it had even sunk in. Despite how much of his brain he had developed, it was not as if he stuffed every piece of knowledge into it. Precisely because his control over his brain was stronger than an ordinary person's, he could block out a great deal of trash information. By rights, Schiller's nonsense should have been among the things blocked out, but he had actually remembered it.
"He said his superpower awakened when he was seven." Deathstroke sighed, sat down in the driver's seat, and said, "He should also have some kind of mind-reading ability, right?"
"Yes, he does," Schiller said. "To carry out mental manipulation, one has to build a bridge between mental domains. Once it is built, it is inevitable that you'll see some of the other person's memories."
"My God!" Deathstroke said. "I don't dare imagine what he saw. Those images of me killing people, for a seven-year-old child, are really too..."
"You think that's what bothers him more?"
Deathstroke turned to look at Schiller in the passenger seat.
"When you discover that he isn't as weak as you imagined, what you care about is how that plane landed first?"
Deathstroke did not immediately understand what kind of analogy this was. But he soon realized that if you wanted a plane to land first, of course persuasion alone