Superego continued, "That little fella is the product of that psychological trauma. So, from the moment he was born, he never wanted to take off his mask."
"However, he's been better recently, because he discovered that the Hippo Goddess was serious about introducing her daughter to him. Even Khonsu seemed to have the same intention. They all want a son-in-law from the Egyptian Pantheon who can truly fight… so he's been hiding in his room all this while."
Superego flashed a smile, set the plates on the table, then walked to the side of the sick bed to begin preparing the food. Schiller, who had fallen back into a state of anxiety, spoke in a weak voice, but at a fast-paced:
"No, don't slice it that way, go along with the muscle... Yes, yes, cut right there... No, the cut is too deep. Oh god, you've ruined everything, just throw that piece of meat away. I'm not eating it!"
"No, I don't want that part. I'm not like Hannibal, I don't eat organ meat. It tastes too strong, you should give it to gluttony, that guy doesn't mind anything ..."
"No facial muscle tissue, too low in fat content, it doesn't taste good. The neck meat is nice, but you butchered it... you put it into the frying pan? You're mad, pour it out quickly!"
"I must say, your veggie cutting skills are very good. Did you learn it from Batman? The way you put the meat into the roasting tray, it reminds me of some vegetarians. What I mean is, it's not bad... "
"Clang!"
Superego hit the roasting tray with the spatula, rolled up his eyelids and looked at Schiller from the top of his eyes. Schiller looked back at him without being intimidated. Then Superego lowered his eyelids and said, "If you don't shut up, I'll cut the meat from the wound you hate the most and feed you."
"I said it, didn't I? This chair is to keep me from escaping, right?"
After Schiller said this, he didn't speak again until Superego prepared all the food, stood by the table, sliced it into perfect squares, arranged them neatly in the plate, used the middle two teeth of the four-toothed fork to pick up the food and brought it to Shiller's mouth.
Schiller shook his head and said, "Don't think I didn't see it. You turned that piece of meat one less time. Get it away quickly."
Superego took a deep breath and flashed a sarcastic smile, put down the fork and knife, and then left the room.
After a while, he brought a black cloth, folded it diagonally and then folded it again, making the square cloth into a strip, and then put it blindfolded Schiller, tying a tight knot at the back of his head.
"Do you think this works? Do you think I can't taste?" Schiller remained defiant. Superego then fed him another piece of meat. After chewing for a while, Schiller said, "This is not the same piece just now. It should be the lower side of the biceps brachii. Also, it's well cooked…"
This chair's binding measures were very complete - neck, shoulders, upper arms, wrists, upper abdomen, lower abdomen, thighs, calves, ankles, all had buckles, so Schiller couldn't move at all. He wanted to appear relaxed, but he still looked somewhat stiff due to the hardness of the back of the chair.
So, he could only force himself to sound relaxed and said, "This proves that your cooking isn't bad. Now, I think we can talk about the main topic... I mean the system."
"You can continue to give opinions on my cooking skills, I don't mind." Superego said while dealing with the food on the plate.
Schiller stopped talking. He ate another piece of meat fed by Superego, chewed, and at the same time said, "It has a bit of tendon, good texture, but undercooked."
Superego stopped moving for a moment, but still managed to ask, "Since you were the first to wake up when we landed, didn't you notice anything unusual?"
"Just because I woke up first doesn't mean I was in a clear state of mind then. At that time, our souls weren't completely adapted yet to our bodies, unable to summon the brain to think, so we wouldn't have noticed any anomalies. "
"But…" Schiller changed his tone of conversation, "I can speculate based on the images I saw then. Firstly, the most important point is that the system landed before we did."
"Or rather, the system didn't come here tied to our souls. It stayed in the original body, waiting for our arrival. I guess, you, who was the only one conscious then, must have discovered it earlier than I did."
Superego continued dealing with the food on the plate, "Indeed, you guys were all unconscious then. Therefore, you didn't pay attention when we came to this world and went through a long buffering period. And then, the Tower fell."
"When the Tower fell from mid-air, there was only one person on the barren and empty land. That was him or the system, also known as Schiller. "
"Do you think he's the original Schiller?" Schiller asked, "What I mean is the real Schiller, not us outsiders."
Superego shook his head. Although Schiller couldn't see his actions, he could tell from the time interval when Superego spoke that he was negating.
"I am very certain that he is not a soul nor does he have any consciousness. In short, he's completely different from us. If I have to put it into words, it's just a force, a huge force that we can't even begin to imagine."
Under the blindfold, Schiller frowned. If it was a force that could be described by Superego as unimaginably huge, it meant that this so-called system must have a significant background.
Not else, in the past, Marvel Schiller performed a series of operations in Marvel. Just wave after wave of membership gifts alone provided countless magic energy for their souls, but Superego never cared. Whenever power was credited, he would calmly let Marvel Schiller send this power into the warehouse.
The warehouse in the Tower of Thought is very ordinary, there are no security measures, and there is no need to conceal it. In other words, Superego didn't care at all if any personality would secretly use this power.
This is entirely possible. After all, there are quite a few personality fragments in the Tower of Thought that represent negative traits. They all steal things, but it's not that they want to use the stolen items for something. This is just their nature.
From anyone's point of view from any world, the power that Schiller obtained could be described as vast. DC Schiller was very clear that even Barbados could not ignore the huge amount of power that Marvel Schiller obtained, but Superego never cared.
However, Superego was very concerned about the System Schiller lying in the bed, to the extent that he specifically set up the room storing him at the end of the insane asylum, having Moonlight Schiller look after him. This means that this force was so powerful that Superego couldn't bear the consequences of losing it.
At this time, Schiller thought of another point. As if Superego could read his mind, he said, "Yes, the defense measures I took were not to guard against you, but greed."
"If Greed knew about this room, he wouldn't leave you a single hair."