Days as a Spiritual Mentor in American Comics-Chapter 4358 - 3451: Midnight Sons (13)

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Khonsu really couldn't control his urge to curse.

When Shiller came to him, he promised he'd only be responsible for the special effects, and Shiller would handle everything else himself. But the problem is, Shiller just came out for the special effects.

In that previous battle with the Minotaur, Shiller didn't do anything serious, but the special effects were maxed out. Never mind how much output was done, just say if the new skin is cool or not.

During the entire battle, Shiller did only two things himself: one, stand on the rooftop and do a three-two-one jump; two, knock the two Ghost Riders with two hammers. Khonsu did all the other actions.

Including but not limited to: helping Shiller mask his face, helping Shiller reduce decay damage, helping Shiller teleport, helping Shiller become immune to the gravity field, helping Shiller save Stark down, and even the final killing blow with the long wand stuck in the Minotaur's neck was thrown by Khonsu with magic.

Shiller is like that gorilla in the zoo, extending a hand for "special effects!", if the cosmic system rigorously checks for power leveling, Shiller would be the first one to get banned.

The worst part is, Shiller's demands are high. Besides all sorts of magic displays, he also needs help shielding the moonlight. Although Khonsu is the Moon God, celestial operations are based on cosmic rules; interfering isn't that easy. He had already wasted quite a bit of strength before, and this final move had him completely exhausted.

"Alright, stop complaining. Others want to join this team but don't have the chance."

Shiller took off the hooded cloak, placed it on a chair nearby, walked to a table beside it, poured himself a cup of tea, and said: "It seems inevitable that the formation of the Midnight Sons is happening. I just didn't expect Tony would get involved. But that's also good, with Iron Man's sponsorship, the team at least won't worry about funding anymore."

"Do you think he'd sponsor this team?" Khonsu, sitting in the corner holding the magic wand and looking at the night sky outside the window in New York, said, "His way of using magic has nothing to do with actual magic, and he didn't join the team to deal with Mephisto."

"Yes, he joined the team because of me." Shiller smiled and said, "He wants to know if after the system update, I'm still me."

"What do you think? Do you think you're still you?"

"And are you still you?" Shiller retorted, "A new moon is you, a crescent moon is you, a full moon is you too. So is there only one of you, or thousands of you?"

"I am the avatar of countless lunar phases; every type of moon is me." Khonsu said, "Among all gods, humans should understand me more, for humans are as unpredictable and changeable as the moon."

"Exactly." Shiller said, supporting his forehead with his fingers, "Ordinary people aren't just one side. When excited, they're more active and talkative; when depressed, they're more withdrawn; when in a good mood, they're less afraid of things they'd normally fear; when in a bad mood, even mundane things would annoy them."

"Humans are adept at being flexible, trying different methods to achieve a task. If one way doesn't work, they'll switch to another. They're strong learners, capable of mastering a skill in a few years and applying it flexibly in life and work."

"No ordinary person lives the same way all the time. If someone doesn't change for a long time, people would suggest seeing a psychiatrist. This condition is called obsession and compulsion."

"People are always forced to accept their less perfect side, like being allergic to something they love to eat but can't, not as talented in some matters as they think, or failing in relationships due to emotional instincts."

Shiller's voice gradually took on some electronic noise, transforming into JARVIS's voice near Stark, "This makes them look more like a person, not an inorganic entity running purely on logic. Even electronic life in the cosmos strives to decipher the emotional puzzles of intelligent creatures."

"Even the Supreme Wisdom won't entirely abandon this evolutionary path. It also wants to understand how the imperfections emotions bring to intelligent life collide with countless coincidences to form the most perfect life form in the cosmos."

Stark stood in front of a window in the Stark Building, looking at the solitary moon hanging over the New York sky, and said, "Do you feel there's any part of me that makes you feel unfamiliar?"

"Certainly." JARVIS replied, "When Little Morgan was born, your demeanor was unfamiliar to me. Pardon my bluntness, you're not that adept at being responsible, but at that moment, you seemed ready to be accountable for the birth and destruction of this universe."

"I'm not adept at being responsible? Really?"

"That's a very complex issue." JARVIS said, "Not being adept at responsibility doesn't mean you're trying to escape it. Quite the opposite, you want to take responsibility for too many things, beyond human limits. You can't choose, sometimes sacrificing the major for the minor, sometimes losing the big for the small."

"What's small? What's big?"

"Perhaps to you, the development of human civilization is major, everything else follows this."

"Isn't it?"

"But you must accept the fact that even if you are to be responsible for it, it's an extremely long process, and you won't be the only one accountable for it during the process."

"But I'm the most important."

"I'm afraid not."

Stark, silent for a moment, then said, "Does Shiller really think your emotional intelligence is higher than mine, JARVIS?"

"I'm sorry to say, but that's indeed the doctor's conclusion." After a soft laugh, JARVIS said, "You are eager to take more responsibility in this area, and if there's no progress, you feel extremely anxious, and this anxiety messes up many things you think are less important than this. As a result, you neither handle more big things nor avoid screwing up numerous small things."

"What does this have to do with Little Morgan?"

"I'm glad to see you're not treating human development and Earth's safety as the only things to be responsible for, but perhaps this started with Helen."

"Yes, she's my eldest daughter. But I never only cared about the development of human civilization, never. My friends are also very important to me, and their matters are not trivial."

"But in this regard, you follow the same behavior logic. You see Shiller's matters as major, eagerly wanting to be more responsible, but it's not feasible, you'd rather be anxious in place than look at those with lower priorities."

"What are those lower priority matters?" Stark spread his hands and said, "My friends have been doing great lately, all's peaceful."

"Do you know what Mr. Rhodes has been up to lately?"

"Uh..."

"What about Mr. Obadiah? Your father? And Doctor Connors and Dr. Banner..."

"They shouldn't have any major issues." Stark thought for a moment and said, "Rhodes retired; he's probably somewhere on vacation. Obadiah is running the company. My dad and mom continue their honeymoon. As for Connors and Banner, they should still be in some laboratory conducting experiments..."

"Okay, then how about that cat you just brought back?"

"Hiss..." Stark inhaled sharply, "Where's the cat? Where did the cat go? Don't tell me it went out to eat people?!"

He couldn't be bothered lamenting in front of the window anymore and hurriedly rushed out of the office door, calling for his assistant. It wasn't long before the assistant came in, carrying a pet carrier.

Stark sighed with relief, opened the cage in the carrier, and the little cat, slightly larger than Stark's hand, was crouched inside, looking out.

"Come out, little kitty, come here to me." Stark looked into the carrier and teased the kitten with his finger.

The kitten graciously complied, waving its little short legs and running out. Stark said proudly, "Isn't it just a little cat? No need for all that..."

"Bleh!"

A bundle of tentacles burst out of the kitten's mouth, and a full grown human was spat out onto the floor of Stark's office.

"Coulson?!" Stark stared, shocked, at the agent getting up from the floor, then widened his eyes again at the cat.

"I have to say, vaccinating it is definitely a bad idea, Tony." Coulson said, scrunching his features and flicking the slime off his hand.

"It swallowed you?!" Stark looked up and down at the kitten, seemingly unable to comprehend how such a small cat could swallow a full grown human.

"It wasn't just me." Coulson went over to pick up the kitten, holding its two front paws and giving its back a pat.

"Bleh... Bleh!!"

A figure in a lab coat crawled up from the floor, pushed up his glasses, and turned to Coulson, saying, "I told you, Coulson, I'm Doctor Lizard. But that doesn't mean I can treat pets! Oh, this damn saliva..."

"Connors?!" You too... Stark turned his head incredulously, one hand on his hips, saying, "When it swallowed you, didn't you consider transforming into a lizard to prop its mouth open?"

Connors snorted and said, "Why don't you try, see if your iron shell can hold open its mouth?"

Stark quickly retreated a few steps, his head almost shaking like a blur, and said, "Forget it, I hate cat saliva."

"So did you manage to vaccinate it?"

"We tried, but we didn't succeed." Coulson said, "He doesn't seem to like injections."

Coulson passed the cat over to Stark. Stark hesitated for a moment, but still took it. The kitten felt magical to the touch, soft and warm. It was hard for Stark to imagine how such a small thing could swallow two full-grown humans.

"Alright, let's skip the shots for now, and hopefully, you don't have any alien viruses. Let me see if you're a boy or a girl... "

Stark flipped the kitten over, scratched its belly, and the kitty purred as Stark scratched its neck again.

"Turns out she's a little girl, you and Little Morgan are going to be good sisters. By the way, should this thing be spayed?"

"No need." Coulson said, "They're not real cats, they don't go into heat and don't reproduce through live birth. To develop to the point of laying eggs would take hundreds of years, there's no concern in that regard for now."

Stark held the cat, "Have the remaining kittens found adopters?"

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"Not yet, others are either allergic to cat hair or don't have time to keep a pet, Nick has three that haven't been placed yet."

"JARVIS." Stark called, "Do you and Wanda want a cat?"

"I don't mind, but I'm not sure if Wanda does. To my knowledge, he seems to prefer dogs."

"Trust me, he'd definitely want both cats and dogs." Stark snapped his fingers, "Two kids, a couple, two dogs and three cats, the epitome of a happy family."

"I'll ask him, but hopefully, he doesn't want to keep all three, our cleaning robot isn't smart enough for that."

"Ha, then you definitely haven't used the Stark Group's..."

"I do use the Stark Group's." JARVIS said, "I mean, I'm that cleaning robot."

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