Steve patted Peter on the shoulder and said, "Yes, Shiller is indeed a skilled healer and has a lot of patience with you. He's a good ntor to you. But it cannot be denied that during the ti when he first t us, his ntal state was not very sound."
"I think at that ti, just like now, his psychological trauma was making his ntal illness act up, causing him to lean on alcohol for consolation." Strange sighed and said, "Well, if I had known that he was ntally ill, I would've chosen my words more carefully."
"But he wasn't resorting to self-harm then, was he?!" Matt objected, "This wound looks like it was self-inflicted, doesn't it?"
Matt pointed out a fact that they all had noticed. Given Shiller's strength, unless he had suddenly decided to harm himself, there would hardly be anyone who could leave such a deep wound on him. After all, he was a cloud of fog—how could fog be injured?
If Shiller had previously been engulfed in his own psychological trauma, the reason he didn't resort to self-harm was likely due to so changes in his living circumstances or sothing that diverted his attention. Stark rubbed his chin, analyzing with psychological theories he had read about.
"The thing that distracted him might have been us." Steve made an assertion, "During that period, he encountered us one after the other and then got caught up in demanding work."
"However, the reason why he relapsed this ti is probably because he was too busy. The dual pressures of the physical and psychological led to a recurrence of his ntal illness."
"This is not the ti to discuss the causes of the disease." Strange crossed his arms and said, "What's done is done, and we need to discuss how to heal Shiller's soul wound. We can't just leave him injured."
"Do you magicians have any unique insights into soul wounds?" Stark turned and looked at him. Strange rubbed his chin again and said, "Actually, the so-called 'soul wound' and the theory of ntal illness share a lot in common."
"When soone encounters significant changes, his or her soul can beco unstable. At this ti, slight scars may appear. If the scars enlarge under further stimulation, from the dical perspective, it ans that the person has a ntal illness. From the magician's viewpoint, it signifies a soul wound."
"Shiller's wound probably existed all along, resulting from his past experiences in the ntal asylum. And this ti, because of the excessive busyness and..."
Strange hesitated for a mont, surveyed the group—all of whom looked sowhat guilty and hung their heads in sha. He sighed and continued, "Our continuous chain of unexpected incidents stimulated him again, leading to the rupture of the soul wound."
"It's all my fault." Peter said gloomily, "At that ti, I noticed that Doctor Schiller was not in a good state, but I was just concerned about pouring out my own troubles. I should have turned around and left imdiately..."
Steve also pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "I also felt sothing was off at the ti. Shiller never drinks alcohol, so why would he suddenly ask to have a drink with him?"
After Steve finished speaking, the rest of them turned their eyes to Stark.
Stark shrugged, sowhat embarrassedly, "Well, well, you are all attentive and kind-hearted people. It was just who thought that he was so desperate for money that he didn't care about his life."
"I had even prepared to cover my dical expenses for this quarter, which would an working for free for half a year."
After saying this, he stomped his foot and stroked the beard stubble on his chin, saying, "So, how do we cure his wound?"
"In a mont, I'll move Shiller into the Mirror Space. I'll ask the Grand Mage from Kamar-Taj to draw a healing array. We'll see if we can strengthen his soul by forcefully infusing energy."
"Wait a mont, after the doctor leaves, I'll have my cha bring in so monitoring equipnt to docunt changes in his body..."
The group huddled together, discussing ways to improve Shiller's condition. anwhile, Shiller, who was lying in the ergency room, appeared especially calm within his Tower of Thought.
Marvel Schiller, sporting a vicious wound on his neck, shrugged nonchalantly at his superego and said:
"Sorry, money matters more than life."
The Superego shook its head in resignation as if it had predicted this response. "You should know that the psychological trauma Schiller once experienced in his mory is unerasable for all personality fragnts. We all suffer from a loneliness that has never truly been cured."
"So no matter which personality trait erges, when one becos overly fatigued, the strain and anxiety can overwhelm us and trigger traumatic stress reactions, which can lead to injuries."
The Superego looked Marvel Schiller up and down. "They're planning to treat you now. If you want to rest, you can step back for a while, or you can let Arrogance take over."
"Never mind, I'd rather stay unconscious." Marvel Schiller shrugged. "No matter what they do to , as long as no personality traits erge, I won't wake up."
Superego nodded without saying anything, turned, and left. As soon as he was gone, Marvel Schiller revealed an inexplicable smile.
Shortly after, a blood-soaked figure appeared at the entrance to the insane asylum. The deep wound running from his jaw to his collarbone continually bled, staining half his body a dark red.
He walked straight in to the large door at the end of the room.
A figure wielding a knife dashed towards him with terrifying speed, only to freeze upon noticing the wound on his neck.
Marvel Schiller looked up, thrust his hand into the wound in his own neck. As the blood gushed out, Moonlight Schiller staggered back two steps, shaking his head as if seeing hallucinations.
"You did this." Marvel Schiller moved a step forward, his tone low. "You know who you hurt like this, do you? You know how serious these injuries can get on a regular person."
Under Marvel Schiller's relentless pressure, Moonlight Schiller's hand began shaking, barely holding onto his knife. He stared at Marvel Schiller and retorted,
"Greed, you've gone mad! This scar is ours. You're also hurting and bleeding because of it..."
But as he spoke, the wound on Marvel Schiller's neck began to deepen, spreading across half his chest. His eyes, however, betrayed no pain. "I know. But I don't care."
"No Schiller can be indifferent." Moonlight Schiller was cornered, the door just steps away. Marvel Schiller had no interest in further conversation, and charged straight at him.
Moonlight Schiller tried to fend him off, but in his eyes, the faces of the Schillers before him were constantly fluctuating. His trembling arm and terrifying hallucinations left him defenceless, and he was instantly disard. He tried to yell out but was choked the next mont and slamd against the wall.
Marvel Schiller's eyes held nothing but endless greed, like a grassland ablaze. His bloody arm tensed, his fingers tightened while Moonlight Schiller struggled in agony until he finally lost consciousness.
Marvel Schiller tossed Moonlight Schiller aside like trash, picked up the dropped Umbrella Knife, inserted it into the door lock.
As the gates slowly opened and the body on the hospital bed ca into view, Schiller let out a deranged and dangerous laugh.
"Found you."
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