"No way." Shiller frowned and said, "I just mentioned that it can be decomposed and stored, without specifying how much can be stored or whether it has preservation capabilities. Besides, how many superheroes actually eat? Transporting so many supplies is pointless."
"Let's hope they're too busy to experiment," Eddie shook his head, "Otherwise they might ask you to move all the spaceships over."
"Oh dear, that can't be right?" Shiller said this but still asked the Gray Mist. The response from the Gray Mist was that it could be done, but it would be slow—rather than decomposing and carrying them, it might as well be directly loaded into the World within the ring.
Shiller thought about it and agreed. Even though he didn't think the people in charge would ask him to move all the spaceships, establishing an Outpost would definitely require a lot of building materials. Large items could be transported by ships, but if they realized something was missing halfway through construction, it would probably be up to him to carry it.
Since he had to move things anyway, Shiller didn't mind being a porter. On the contrary, this kind of rear-line work near the frontline allowed him to observe the battlefield situation. Moreover, if someone got injured, he could quickly bring them back.
Sure enough, shortly after the meeting, Shiller received a preparation notice, listing the positions he might be assigned to—one was logistics coordination, and the other was a medic.
The Gray Mist was excited about not having to fight, but Shiller wasn't very confident about being a medic. After all, battlefield first aid and working in a hospital are two entirely different things, and even in a hospital, he's just a psychiatrist, and surgeries weren't his responsibility.
At first, Shiller was hesitant about the medic position until he saw that Strange, who had just returned from the Prime Universe, also had "medic" written on his notice, and he couldn't help but feel delighted.
"You can whip their butts with the Magic Silk Ribbon while performing surgeries on the wounded," Shiller laughed outside the surgery office at the Elders Council Hospital, "It's time to showcase the Hand of God!"
Strange, who was filling out medical records, rolled his eyes harshly. Just as he was about to say something, Shiller continued, "You know, this is the perfect opportunity to demonstrate your flawless hands in front of Doctor Strange from the Multiverse. If you could perform a perfect surgery amid the siege of superheroes—God calls you God!"
Strange swallowed back his retort and even turned to Shiller, saying, "Remember to remind Stark to create an opportunity for me."
"To help you draw in the superheroes?"
"To help him crack his skull a bit so that I can perform neurosurgery on him."
All superheroes received their notice, listing the positions they might take, usually 2-3 options. If they had strong objections to any, they could decline by replying, but most had no issues—this was clearly arranged based on their abilities.
This is where ordinary people's value comes through. What's the likelihood of a powerful superhero also being an excellent large-scale battle commander and strategist? Pretty slim. If they were also responsible for logistics and personnel coordination, then God must really be calling them God.
As of now, there isn't a person like that on Earth. Even Shiller couldn't command an army—this isn't a computer game where you can just group a few icons and attack; there are too many complex factors and unimaginable pressure involved. Moreover, as this universe includes many Transcendents, the number of decisions to be made exponentially increases, making it significantly more challenging.
Sure, superheroes learning this isn't impossible, but the vast majority aren't inherently strong. Even Captain America must keep training, or else his combat skills would decline; even Mutants must practice frequently to become more proficient with their superpowers—they simply don't have the time to learn this stuff.
If it's just about bullying some aliens or the mass-produced robots of the Three Great Empires, detailed strategies aren't as necessary—getting the general direction right is sufficient. The individual differences are too vast, and there's unilateral sweeping in force, so there's no real pressure on that front.
But up against a group of similar superpower users coming soon, like the Justice League, that's a whole different story. Both sides have superpowers, and the strength difference isn't significant, so isn't it about strategy?
Batman is no slouch in strategic and tactical matters, and combining all those Batmans together makes them even stronger. It's better to leave the tactical research to the professionals rather than having Marvel's overall less tactical superheroes try and fail.
It may seem like ordinary people lack experience, but in reality, Marvel Universe has always had superpower users. During the World Wars, generals also considered the impact of superpower users. Every country had somewhat similar experiences, and some generals from that era are still alive, as human lifespans have dramatically increased, bringing them back to a thriving age, with achievements documented.
So, having professional ordinary people handle the coordination and arrangement while superpower users fight on the battlefield is the best arrangement. Although their coordination skills may not match Batman's, as long as there is methodical management, the gap isn't that significant—it ultimately still boils down to execution details.
Shiller soon received another tactical manual. Most of the content was general, teaching battlefield details, and a portion was tailored specifically for him, advising on ways to utilize his abilities.
Shiller noticed that the person who wrote this book was skilled because the tactical customization section suggested harnessing internal factors of the Gray Mist to inflict damage on enemies, a tactic Shiller had tried before, proving quite effective and one of the few very potent means of the Gray Mist.
Meanwhile, as Shiller's Central Universe actively prepared for battle, people from the Prime Universe finally arrived. Surprisingly, it wasn't Doctor Strange or Iron Man from the Prime Universe, but Magneto and Mystique from the Mutant Brotherhood.
The one receiving them was Charles—the younger version of Charles Xavier.
When Magneto from the Prime Universe pushed open the door and saw those blue eyes, it was as if he was entering a beautiful dream, but more like waking suddenly from a prolonged nightmare to realize he had already drowned in the Deep Sea, with his decayed corpse reaching for the last beam of light on the ocean's surface.