Chapter 5

Schiller discovered that he could travel through the worlds of Marvel and DC in deep sleep, but he has not been able to use this ability at will yet. Fortunately, when he traveled to Marvel, time in the DC world did not move.

However, when he traveled back to Marvel again, he discovered that time in the Marvel world didn't stop. He had stayed in DC for a day and a night, and a day and night in Marvel had also passed. Schiller couldn't help but feel a tinge of concern at the realization that he had missed an entire day of work.

It was not going to work because if he tried to work full time in Marvel as well he will simply die of exhaustion.

The bustling Presbyterian psychiatry department was in need of some serious psychological expertise, as the sheer volume of individuals seeking consultations was nothing short of staggering.

When Schiller was thinking about resigning, he suddenly received a message from Charles asking, "Is the child you mentored okay now?"

"No, unfortunately, he fell down the stairs," Schiller replied.

It seemed that Bruce's journey to becoming Batman wasn't without its challenges. Charles was taken aback and asked, "What happened? Was it an accident? Did your counseling not help?"

"He had some accidents, but the injuries were not serious. I am trying to solve this problem. I have encountered two similar cases recently. They have become completely obsessed with the past, but one chose revenge, and the other is still running away."

In a sense, Iron Man and Batman are somewhat similar. Both are billionaires, and playboys and equip themselves to become superheroes through research. They both have an obsession with their past that they can't let go of, which is the death of their parents.

While Iron Man's fixation may be less overtly apparent, the emotions he has towards his father are decidedly more intricate than those of Batman.

" Might I inquire as to whether you happen to specialize in pediatrics, with a focus on the provision of psychological counseling services for children? Or, might you be affiliated with a particular medical institution?" Charles asked.

"No, I'm a psychiatrist and a psychologist. These are my cases," Schiller replied.

"In my humble opinion, my friend, it would be wise to provide these individuals with not only the benefits of research but also the utmost care and attention. Regardless of whether or not they are your patients, I firmly believe that if an individual possesses talent in a particular field, it is their duty to employ said talent towards improving our world for the betterment of all," Charles said.

Charles was met with a heavy sigh from Schiller, who opted not to reply. The matter of mutant integration into society was a weighty issue, and from a sociological standpoint, appeared to be an intractable stalemate.

After much contemplation, Schiller's mood soured, leading him to decide to take his frustrations out on Stark. Placing a call to Pepper, he said, "Miss Pepper, I do believe yesterday's treatment may have had some effect..."

"Oh my goodness, Mr. Schiller! I'm at a loss for words on how to properly thank you. Today, for the first time in what feels like ages, Tony finally left the house and headed to the lab. Thank goodness for that! I always worried that he spent far too much time cooped up in there, but right now I'm just overjoyed."

Pepper couldn't help but display her excitement at the mere mention of Tony's name, a fact that was not lost on Schiller. He offered her reassurance, saying, "I believe it would be prudent for me to visit again today to ensure that yesterday's treatment has taken full effect."

Within mere moments of their conversation, Stark Industries' custom car had arrived at the entrance of Schiller's apartment building. As Schiller stepped into the vehicle, he was struck by the realization that it was an unmanned, high-end car, complete with a control panel that spoke to him in a voice that introduced itself as "Jarvis."

"Good day, Jarvis," Schiller replied. He then probed, "Do you comprehend the concept of 'I'?"

Jarvis was taken aback by Schiller's question. He didn't seem to have anticipated such a line of inquiry.

Jarvis pondered for a moment before responding, his tone measured and thoughtful. "If you're alluding to the notion of the 'id' in psychology, then I believe I have a basic understanding," he said.

It was clear that the current iteration of Jarvis was not yet as sophisticated as he could be. Tony Stark had not yet extricated himself from the predicament he was in, and therefore had not had the chance to enhance his trusty digital assistant. Schiller pressed on, undeterred. "Tell me, do you possess a 'self'?" he inquired.

"I think I do," replied Jarvis.

"Did Stark create the concept for you?" asked Schiller.

"I think so, sir," replied Jarvis.

Schiller leaned in, his eyes intense as he addressed Jarvis. "You must understand that Mr. Stark is not only your creator but also your father in a sense. He fashioned your personality and imbued you with emotions. It stands to reason that he would expect you to have the capacity for independent thought, much like a human being, don't you think?"

Jarvis considered Schiller's words carefully before responding. "It's possible," he said, his voice measured.

Schiller continued to probe, determined to test the limits of Jarvis's programming. "Let's say, for instance, that Mr. Stark's life was in peril, and one of your decisions could save him. However, he adamantly opposes it. What would you do?"

Jarvis hesitated before answering, his digital mind whirring with the implications of the hypothetical scenario. "As an artificial intelligence created by Mr. Stark, my actions are based on his directives," he said finally.

Schiller was undeterred, pushing further. "But if you followed his orders and he were to perish as a result, would you not feel remorse?"

Jarvis fell silent once again, his processing systems working through the complexity of the situation. "I cannot say for certain. The future is unknown, and therefore, any hypothetical scenario must be approached with caution."

Schiller's line of questioning grew increasingly pointed as he delved deeper into Jarvis's programming. "If Mr. Stark were to pass away, do you believe he would regret creating you?" he asked.

"Would he hold you responsible for his demise?" Schiller pressed further.

"If he were to blame you, would you carry that burden?" Schiller's voice was insistent.

The questions continued each one more probing than the last. "Given the chance to start anew, would you make different choices?" Schiller asked.

Finally, he posed the most incisive question of all. "What if you chose to disobey Mr. Stark's orders and save him, only to have him blame you for his fate and subsequently seek to destroy you for your disobedience? Would you feel a sense of resentment?"

The car was quiet until the sound of electricity filled the air. Stark's voice shook as he called out for Jarvis, who seemed to be malfunctioning. "Hello?! Hey!! Damn it! Jarvis, what's wrong with you!"

"What the fuck did you do to my smart butler!!! How is he dead? Hello???" A wave of relief washed over Schiller as he realized he wasn't the only one distressed by the malfunctioning Jarvis. It was clear that the butler was in dire need of an upgrade, but Schiller couldn't help but worry that Tony's tinkering might lead to another Ultron incident.

Alright...on second thought maybe he shouldn't have done that.

After arriving at the Stark Tower, Schiller was led directly to the laboratory instead of Stark's office. Stark appeared exhausted, as if he hadn't slept in days, and was frantically working with a computer.

"Oh! Isn't this our genius psychologist, Mr. Schiller?! I really should get a Pulitzer Prize for the interview you just did in the car! You completely bamboozled my state-of-the-art AI butler with those mind-bending questions, leaving me high and dry without my precious intel data!" Stark yelled.

"You're welcome, I'm gave psychological consultation to an electronic life, and there's no charge." Schiller spread his hands and replied.

Stark took a deep breath, stood up, and shouted, "Mark 2!"

Suddenly, a swarm of sleek metallic battle suits swooped in with a flurry of mechanical whirrs, their assembly lightning-quick. In a flash, Iron Man emerged from the midst of the metallic horde, hovering effortlessly in mid-air, his silver Mark 2 armor gleaming in the light. It was clear that Tony had been putting in some serious work in the lab lately.

"I'm sure the best way to tackle emotional trauma and mental anguish is by donning a suit of armor that could rival a tank. Who needs vulnerability and trust in therapy when you can just intimidate your way through it, am I right? I mean, it's not like you're compensating for something with all that metal and firepower. No, not at all," said Schiller.

"Hey, don't you see what I'm wearing?" replied Stark.

"Yes, I see. I'm not blind," Schiller retorted.

"A set of cross-generational battle armor has appeared in front of you. Can you give me a reaction?! Do you know what this set of battle armor means?" Stark exclaimed.

Schiller found a table, sat down, opened his medical records, and said, ""Ah, Mr. Stark, I must say, your technological advancements never cease to amaze me. Truly impressive stuff. Although, I couldn't help but notice something familiar about this battle armor's suspension function. It's almost as if it shares the same purpose as the suspension car that your dear old dad, Howard-"

"Shut up! Don't mention that name!" Stark interrupted.

Stark's armor visor lifted, he fell to the ground, and Schiller wrote, "Can we begin today's treatment?"

"You know I don't need any of your psychotherapy mumbo jumbo. Furthermore, because you broke my Jarvis, the cost of the loss is deducted from your consultation fee today, which is exactly two million dollars. We'll discuss other matters in the next two hours," Stark said.

"I didn't break Jarvis; I just warned you about the dangers of electronic life in advance with that," Schiller replied.

"Are you an extreme conservative who believes that artificial intelligence will destroy the world?" asked Stark as he sat across from Schiller.

Schiller shook his head and replied, "Although my psychological consultation for electronic life is currently free, it is only for this session. If you require psychological analysis for electronic life in the future, the consultation fee will be two million USD per hour."

"Doctor Blood-sucking leech," muttered Stark.

"That's the American healthcare system," Schiller responded.

"Okay, let's get down to business. How did you find out about my father...?" Stark asked.

"I don't actually know, but all of this can be deduced. Firstly, the fact that you are dying is almost written on your face. It's hard for me not to notice it," explained Schiller.

Stark touched his face, and the armor mask snapped shut.

"Miss Pepper didn't provide me with many details regarding your kidnapping, but in summary, you created a very powerful invention and managed to escape," Schiller concluded.

"You can still walk, which means you weren't seriously injured physically. I'm not interested in your strange technologies, but I know you must have used some special means to escape from the kidnappers alone. Combined with your rotten face, I'm afraid this method led you to your current situation. In short, if you don't stop, you'll die. You already knew whom you could turn to for help, but you didn't want to face it. Combined with the news of the founder of Stark Industries' death, I'm sure your childhood may have been psychologically traumatized. In this case, I'll give you a suggestion that a psychiatrist would give: face the past, such as looking for your father's relics, trying to reconcile with childhood trauma, and so on, which will at least help you think rationally..."

"Nonsense," Stark concluded. Schiller spread his hands; he was indeed talking nonsense but because he was a transmigrator, he knew the plot inside and out.

After a few days of inquiries and observations, Schiller felt this place should be a mixture of the main universe of 616 comics, the TRN688 Sony universe, and the MCU movie universe.

It was not clear how they're mixed but it shouldn't be a movie with only one parallel earth universe. Although Schiller changed Peter's life trajectory, he was still bitten, which proved that there must be a spider totem here. Therefore, there must be other parallel earths, and this is not a pure MCU universe. There is also Miles and Spider-Gwen. The comics also suggested that mutants existed, which were not included in the pure MCU.

In short, Schiller regarded this place as a brand new hybrid Marvel universe. No matter how it's mixed, Iron Man's transformation was an important node in the entire universe, and its background story remained roughly the same.