"Spider-Man!!!!"
Schiller's roar echoed through New York's night sky.
Natasha leaned against the window and looked down, watching Schiller, transformed into a mass of Gray Mist, plunge straight toward the ground.
After landing, Schiller took a deep breath and said to Spider-Man, "Even if you wanted to play games in the middle of the night, did you really have to throw my bedroom off the planet first????"
At that moment, Pikachu, dazed from being struck by the fallen rubble, crawled out from the ruins. He raised one tiny paw and said, "I swear, he wasn't trying to play games, because..."
That tiny paw pointed at several sparking wires nearby. Clearly, Peter's favorite game console had not gone peacefully.
Schiller took another deep breath. He had not fully shaken off his drowsiness, so he did not examine Spider-Man's condition closely. He said, "Fine, looks like you've hit your rebellious phase. I'm not asking you to go to bed at eight every night, but you should at least be asleep before midnight, right? You..."
Just then, with a whoosh, a blur charged toward Schiller. Schiller turned into Gray Mist again with a bang, and only then noticed that something was wrong with Spider-Man.
"Spider-Man! Spider-Man!" Considering that the commotion earlier might draw onlookers or reporters, Schiller did not call Peter by name and used his alias instead. But Peter showed no reaction at all. Like a sleepwalker, he mindlessly pursued every living thing around him.
After thinking it over, Schiller realized that Peter's surface consciousness might have sunk completely into the Consciousness World, allowing his instincts to rise to the surface and take control of his body.
But the most urgent matter was subduing him. Otherwise, it would not just be the game console getting wrecked later.
Schiller knew very well how