amaotonovel Chapter 2630 Mayfly World (3)
Chapter 2630 Mayfly World (3)
Chapter 2630 Mayfly World (Thirty)
"Feel your own waist," Schiller said. "There is a protruding bone on each side. That is the anterior superior iliac crest."
Clark couldn't help but touch the front of his waist. Just above his leg and a little bit higher, he could feel a hard bone protruding forward.
The term was a bit complicated and Clark had never heard of it before, but he knew that it might be related to this bone.
"This is where the injury is," Schiller said. "It's below the spinous process of the fourth lumbar vertebra. There's no spinal cord, only the cauda equina."
There were too many technical terms, and Clark seemed to understand, but not understand, so he asked, "Is there any difference?"
"The spinal cord is one piece," Schiller said. "It has a texture similar to unbaked pudding, whereas the cauda equina is loose and like pinched weeds."
"If the bullet hits the spinal cord directly, it could indeed cause paralysis, but if it only hits the cauda equina, the nerves that can be affected are limited. From the perspective of where the bullet hits, the harm is not great. It may cause difficulty in moving the right leg, but it is impossible to paralyze it directly."
Clark's mouth remained open. He said, "So Professor Xavier wasn't paralyzed because of this?"
"He's not paralyzed."
After Schiller finished speaking, his expression gradually became lively. He looked at Clark and said, "How is it? Have you found any clues?"
Clark hesitated, and said, "What is going on? If Professor X is not paralyzed because of this, then what is the reason?"
"Maybe he was never paralyzed." Schiller smiled and said an absurd possibility. He said: "He would sit in a wheelchair for decades just because Eric thought he would not come."
"what??????"
The expression on Clark's face could no longer be described as complicated. There was a sign of his worldview collapsing. It seemed that he was trying desperately to stop Schiller from saying some mentally polluting words, but at the same time he was very curious to listen.
"No, don't say it." Clark's strong willpower overcame his curiosity and he said, "I'll go ask him myself. I'll ask Eric."
Clark went up, and Clark came down with a dazed look on his face.
"How is it?" Schiller asked, blowing on the coffee in his hand.
"He said he knew." Clark sat on the sofa blankly and said, "He said he knew Professor X was never paralyzed."
"and then?"
"He said things I wouldn't call human."
"What exactly?"
"I don't know, I really don't know." Clark shook his head, looked at Schiller as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw and said, "It's not what I think, right?"
"If you keep looking, you'll find that Charles had lost control of his abilities even earlier." Schiller rubbed the handle of the cup, recalling what Charles had said when they went ice fishing together.
"That could be said to be the starting point of their ill-fated relationship, but it wasn't out of control at all. Charles did it on purpose."
"Because only by showing your strength and making Eric feel threatened will he focus on Charles. And only by constantly distracting him can you manipulate him."
"So the one who's crazy isn't Eric, but Charles???" Clark said in disbelief.
"I've already said that there are only two outcomes for studying psychology. Since Charles is not dead yet, he must be crazy."
Clark couldn't understand it at all. No matter from the information he looked up or what he saw with his own eyes, Eric was the one who took the initiative in their relationship, and even the aggressor, because he was always very irritable and would not listen to advice.
This is true in fact. The whole world thinks that Magneto is causing trouble for mutants, and Professor X is constantly cleaning up his mess.
But the truth is most likely not so. The real manipulator is Charles, who was the one who did it from the very beginning.
"If you look into Charles Xavier's early life, you'll find that Charles and Professor X are two different people," Schiller said. "Charles was not a good person in his early years. There were reports of him being promiscuous and fooling around everywhere."
Clark really didn't know. He recalled the image of the old man in the wheelchair in his mind and said, "He doesn't look like that. He looks gentle, steady and kind. He is a good teacher and a good elder."
"He was never that kind of person."
"But maybe he has grown? Maybe some major accident changed him..." Clark couldn't go on here, because if there was a major accident, he would be paralyzed, but if he had never been paralyzed, could he really have changed so completely?
"Charles has never been a good guy, or rather, he is the sicker of the two of them, but his talent allows him to weave a very perfect human skin, just like me."
"Just like you..." Clark couldn't help but sit a little further away. He still remembered what happened between Schiller and Batman.
Essentially, the biggest reason why Schiller and Batman tortured each other for four years without anyone stopping them is that Schiller looks like a good teacher, a world-renowned psychologist, and he has a very perfect human skin.
"So that's the case?" Clark frowned deeply. He said, "So whether it's the burst of power or the paralysis, it's Charles's trick to manipulate Eric? Then why doesn't Eric... Oh, I see, he can't actually..."
Clark stood up and rushed upstairs again. After a while he came down again with a dazed look on his face.
"what did he say?"
"He said he knew, he said he knew it was all Charles' trick, and he said he knew how the two of them got to where they were and how he got to where he was."
Clark sat upright on the sofa again. His super brain was almost smoking, but he still couldn't figure out what was going on.
"You could definitely compare him to me and Batman, I mean my alter ego and Batman."
"The only difference is that Charles didn't want to save Eric. He just wanted to drag him down with him so that the two of them would always be close friends and never be alone. And he did it."
"If I hadn't pushed Bruce onto another path, then perhaps the two of us would have ended up like this, manipulating and being manipulated, owing and being owed, until there were countless old debts that could not be settled, and in the eyes of the world we could never talk about them alone. How could we not be lifelong friends?"
Clark fell silent. “This is so morbid,” he said.
"Then do you think Eric is completely innocent? Didn't he enjoy any tenderness by indulging in it? Didn't he indulge in this tenderness and not struggle even though he knew he might drown?"
"Is it really worth it?"
"It is difficult for outsiders to judge whether it is worth it, because you have not lost and gained, you have not longed to be satisfied, you have not been abandoned and then found again. You do not have that much pressure, so you will never understand that there are many people in this world who do not care about health, they just want to have fun."
"They know in their hearts what kind of damage some pathological relationships will cause to them, just like they can never quit smoking and drinking, but this makes them feel comforted and allows them to at least relax for a moment in their long hopeless life. Why not?"
Schiller looked Clark in the eye and said, "Since you can understand their basic need to have enough food, you also have to understand that they are not low-level creatures who just want to eat. Humans have much higher emotional needs than beasts. They can even give up the last ear of wheat in their hands for the sake of love."
"They are fragile and crazy. They are crazy because of their fragility. Their fragility makes them lose too much, so they want to get it back and make up for it at all costs. It is not surprising that they are willing to sacrifice their lives for this."
"Then why did you push Bruce down another path again, Professor?"
“I’m not a professor, but from an outsider’s perspective, maybe it’s because someone once pushed me down another path.”
"Who? ...your parents?"
"No, my doctor."
Schiller smiled and looked at Clark and said, "You see, this is the world. It treats people the way they treat it, and people treat others the way society treats them."
"You are not the only one in this world who acts like a mirror. We also reflect all the education we have experienced to the society and other people around us. This kind of connection is the strongest pillar in the ant nest."
"But good will reflect good, and bad will reflect bad." Clark said: "If Charles can do the same as you, then Magneto will not..."
"It doesn't matter whether it's good or bad," Schiller said. "What matters is the connection brought about by this reflection. As long as a person has this connection with this society and other people in it, he will never be able to escape from this small world. Even if he has become so powerful that he has completely escaped from the realm of ants, he will eventually return here."
“Some people are born lonely, more like a lost star among the stars. Because of the huge difference between themselves and weak creatures like humans, they are simply unable to establish a stable connection.”
"But as long as there is someone who reflects him, whether it is good or bad, whether it is to push him to another path or to pull him down, as long as there is this connection, then this person can become a channel for him to communicate with the world."
"He will no longer be alone, no longer floating above the ant nest quietly watching the stars rotate, but will be able to participate in it and experience the bustle of this civilization from the perspective of others."
Clark saw Magneto walk out of the room and stand by the door, listening quietly to Schiller.
"For such powerful people, it doesn't matter how they live. As long as they have a strong enough connection with the people who reflect them, they will inevitably deepen their connection with this society step by step until they are no longer alone."
"It's not so much for the excitement, but for the people who have worked hard for him, for the connection itself. It doesn't matter how they live."
"So they don't feel sorry for themselves or miserable about it, and they don't need others to correct them."
“In the end, all the sails have passed, and all the grand goals and ideals have been forgotten. All the efforts made are to establish the same connection with others as the people who have been connected with me before, to reflect others and to establish new connections of my own.”
"From being a test-taker to being a test-setter, this is how the world works. We have relied on these connections to get to where we are today. I think the other me has already finished writing most of the test paper, but some people... seem to have not yet come up with a good topic."
Schiller and Clark turned their heads together, only to see Magneto's back as he turned and left.
Sorry for being late