"Money? You want money?" She laughed bitterly.
Where would she get money?
Following Thor around was already a miracle for survival-having money was a luxury she couldn't even dream of.
"I don't have money," Shadow Two said bluntly, trying to reason with Apollo. She knew Apollo was a Supre Being who always adhered to logic.
"I don't have money to pay for treatnt, so I can't be treated. That's reasonable, right?" "Hmm."
Apollo nodded thoughtfully, then added, "You can ask your guardian for money."
Shadow Two was on the brink of despair. "Then go ahead and ask!"
You're my guardian! Ask yourself for the money!
Apollo continued, "Your guardian doesn't have money either."
Shadow Two: ...
The Mystic Market's owner, the third-generation Supre Being of humanity, Apollo- soone at the pinnacle of power, wealth, and status-was claiming he had no money?
Shadow Two didn't even know how to respond.
"So... I don't have money, and my guardian doesn't have money. Does that an we're not treating this illness?"
Shadow Two was so relieved she almost kissed Apollo's shoes.
She even started pulling out family connections, flipping through her ntal "family tree" for any possible leverage.
"Look, my daddy was good friends with Morpheus back in the day. My father even wanted to recognize Morpheus as my godfather. I didn't, but I'm at least half a godson, right?
And since I have split personalities, 2 tis 0.5 equals 1. So, I'm basically Morpheus' full godson..."
To be fair, Shadow Two's math was flawless.
Claiming to be Morpheus' godson, Shadow Two circled back to Apollo.
"Morpheus is Thor's big bro, and you're Thor's third bro. Doesn't that make you my... third aunt?"
Bad Woman muttered under her breath, "Shouldn't it be third uncle?"
Bad Man snapped, "I'm losing my mind here!"
Apollo shook his head, dismissing their nonsense, and began explaining his own logic.
"I'm your guardian, and I believe you need treatnt."
"I'm your attending physician, and you're clearly insane, so treatnt is necessary."
"I don't have money to pay for your treatnt, so..."
Finally, Apollo arrived at a perfectly reasonable conclusion:
"I should earn money to pay for your treatnt."
Shadow Two: ...
Apollo was just too ticulous!
But Shadow Two was already insane, so she found Apollo's reasoning oddly convincing. She could only follow his train of thought.
"Then, third aunt, go earn money!"
Apollo shook his head. "I don't earn money as a doctor."
Shadow Two was stunned. "Then why are you doing it?"
Apollo patiently explained, "They're not sick, so they don't need treatnt. Treating patients is how you make money."
Shadow Two finally understood.
"So, they all get free treatnt, and I'm the only paying custor?"
Apollo didn't respond. He was deep in thought.
He felt he needed to consult soone else.
Since Shadow Two was a lunatic, her words couldn't be trusted.
Apollo left the room and randomly found soone to ask, "If being a doctor doesn't make money, what should I do?"
The person replied irritably, "What else? Change careers."
Apollo nodded thoughtfully.
He returned to the room, looked at Shadow Two, and said seriously, "Until I earn enough money for your treatnt, I can't be a psychiatrist anymore."
Thank the goddess of luck!
Shadow Two was on the verge of tears.
"Take your ti earning money, third aunt. My illness isn't urgent."
She even tried to reassure him.
"Look, I've been insane for so many years, and I'm still doing fine, right?"
Apollo nodded slightly.
"Patient's emotions are stable and optimistic. Good. Keep it up."
Shadow Two: ...
No matter what, Shadow Two felt she was finally free.
As long as Apollo left, even as a "normal person," Shadow Two could find a way to escape the
psychiatric hospital.
Or she could just stay here!
After all, she was the only patient in the entire hospital.
Being the sole patient in a psychiatric hospital was a beautiful thing!
As long as she wasn't around Apollo, anything was fine!
Shadow Two was genuinely terrified.
The oppressive presence of Supre Being Apollo was too much.
You could never predict his next move.
An unstable Apollo was the greatest threat to the world.
After speaking, Apollo turned and left the room.
Shadow Two's joy lasted less than five minutes before soone else entered.
She saw Apollo again, now wearing a long robe, standing before her. Behind him were several
nurses, who began untying her restraints.
"What are you doing? Tie back up! I'm insane! I have official proof!"
Shadow Two pulled out over a thousand psychiatric evaluation reports from her pocket, piling
them up like a small mountain.
But no one even glanced at them.
A kind-hearted nurse explained, "Your third uncle helped you with the discharge paperwork. He's really dedicated-he even quit his job to take care of you..."
Shadow Two: ...
As they left, the nurse reminded her, "Listen to your third uncle. He won't harm you!"
Shadow Two wanted to cry but had no tears.
She wanted to disobey, but did she even have the ability to?
Outside the psychiatric hospital, Shadow Two obediently followed Apollo, nervously asking,
"Third aunt, where are we going to earn money?"
Apollo shook his head. "I don't know."
Soon, he stopped a random passerby to ask where it was easiest to make money.
"Do you even need to ask? Mystic Market, of course!"
Shadow Two, who had been watching this unfold, was dumbfounded.
With his usual efficiency, Apollo quickly brought Shadow Two to the Mystic Market's
recruitnt office.
A bald middle-aged man put down his newspaper and asked, "Do you have identification?"
Apollo handed over his ID.
After two days in Florida, he had noticed that everyone had identification, so he had one too.
The ID read Apollo Lawson, and the recruiter didn't find the na unusual at all.
This level of subtle manipulation left Shadow Two utterly shocked.
With identification in hand, the rest was straightforward.
The recruiter asked questions, and Apollo answered.
"Education?"
"None."
"Work experience?"
"I was a psychiatrist for two days."
"How long is two days?"
"43 hours, 45 minutes, and 5 seconds."
The recruiter:...
"Alright. How many patients did you treat?"
"One."
The recruiter was speechless.
After entering Apollo's information into the system, the recruiter thought, If this guy gets
hired, anyone can work at Mystic Market.
Ding-
Apollo's phone buzzed with a notification.
"Congratulations! You have been hired as a full-ti employee at Mystic Market. Employee
ID: 1."
Shadow Two initially thought that once Apollo joined Mystic Market, everything would be
fine.
But she couldn't have been more wrong.
This was the beginning of her nightmare.
After just one hour of watching Apollo work, Shadow Two realized sothing was off.
Apollo was too fair in business!
If sothing was worth 10 gold coins, Apollo sold it for exactly 10 gold coins.
Not a penny more.
Before Shadow Two could voice her concerns, Apollo stopped on his own.
He ca to a ticulous conclusion:
"At this rate, I won't earn enough for your treatnt."
Shadow Two nodded, wholeheartedly agreeing.
She wanted to ask why he didn't just use his own Mystic Market, but Apollo beat her to it.
"You're wondering why I don't use my own Mystic Market?"
Shadow Two: ...
Was it that obvious?
Apollo explained seriously, "The Mystic Market's goods belong to the Mystic Market."
Uh...
Shadow Two couldn't fully grasp Apollo's logic.
But since she was insane, not understanding seed fine.
If Mystic Market wasn't an option, they'd have to find another way to make money.
Apollo prepared to stop another passerby for advice.
"Wait, third aunt!"
Shadow Two quickly stopped him and said earnestly, "Why ask strangers when you can ask
?"
Apollo countered, "But you're insane."
"Just because I'm insane doesn't an everything I say is nonsense!"
Shadow Two explained seriously, "Even if I'm insane, facts are still facts. A fact spoken by a
lunatic is still a fact..."
This was bordering on philosophy.
Apollo pondered this.
Shadow Two, eager to prove her point, raised three fingers.
"For example, I'm insane, but if I say 1 plus 1 equals 3, everyone knows 1 plus 1 equals 3. You
can't deny it just because I'm insane!"
Apollo corrected her, "1 plus 1 equals 2."
Shadow Two: ??? Had she been wrong all these years?!
"Third aunt! Save ! I'm really insane!"
While Shadow Two spiraled, Apollo decided she had a point.
He could discern which of her statents were true and which were nonsense.
After a mont of thought, Apollo asked, "How do you think I should earn money for your
treatnt?"
Shadow Two, her condition slightly improved, replied, "Either ask your subordinates or ask Fourth Bro."
Subordinates naturally referred to Foreskin, while Fourth Bro was, of course, Thor.
"Foreskin won't work," Apollo said, shaking his head. "And I can't reach Thor."
Shadow Two: ???
What had happened to Fourth Bro?!
Where could Thor be that even Apollo couldn't reach him?
The Supre Abyssal, perhaps...
For a brief mont, Shadow Two's chaotic mind cleared.
She realized things were spiraling out of control.
Supre Being Apollo's current state was unpredictable, and Thor's whereabouts were a
mystery.
How had humanity ended up like this?!
Sothing had to be done!
For the first ti, Shadow Two felt a sense of responsibility and urgency.
She decided to take the first step-a crucial one.
And then...
Shadow Two went insane again.
She flailed her arms like a circus clown and shouted, "Do whatever you want! Be whoever you
think you are!"
Hearing this, Apollo fell into deep thought.
A white cloud descended from the sky, forming a mirror in front of him.
In the mirror, Apollo saw the reflection of a middle-aged man.
Apollo nodded slightly.
Ten minutes later, a new stall appeared on a Florida street corner.
A simple banner read:
[Fortune-telling: $5 per session.]
The fortune-teller was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man in a plain robe, embroidered
with a few white clouds.
If you looked closely, you might notice a faint butterfly pattern on his sleeve.
Beside him was a lunatic.
The lunatic seed to be his junior, lying on the ground when idle and talking to himself in
two voices when mad.
Ten minutes after the stall appeared, the City Defense Departnt arrived.
A Chief politely explained, "Sir, fortune-telling isn't allowed here. If you're a prophecy-
elent Chief looking for promotion, you can file a report with the City Defense Departnt..."
Clearly, they mistook Apollo for a reclusive expert. Though Apollo looked ordinary, his aura suggested he was at least a Chief.
Since yesterday, Florida's City Defense Departnt had been flooded with powerful reinforcents.
Chiefs were the baseline, Lords led squads, and a formidable Nine-Star Lord oversaw operations.
Rumors spread that the demon cult was planning sothing big in Florida.
But the reinforcents didn't do anything unusual. They simply acted like a normal City
Defense Departnt, maintaining peace.
So, the Chief addressing Apollo had replaced the General from before.
Hearing the Chief's words, Apollo shook his head.
"I'm not a prophecy-elent Chief."
The Chief was stunned but quickly smiled. "Then you must be a Lord-tier powerhouse?"
Apollo shook his head again. "I'm not that either."
The Chief was confused but maintained his polite deanor.
Their training had been strict.
As their instructor, Maxen, had said, their mission was to ensure every citizen of Florida felt
cared
for.
So Lords had questioned the need for so many powerhouses in Florida.
But after enduring Maxen's wrath, they stopped asking questions.
Now, they had only one goal:
"Complete the mission!"
The Chief waved his hand dismissively and said kindly, "Alright, no need to explain further.
But according to City Defense Departnt regulations, you can't..."
Before he could finish, a new notification ca through his earpiece:
"Ergency update: fortune-telling is now permitted in the city center." The Chief: ???
What kind of nonsense is this?!
But given the recent string of bizarre events, the Chief wasn't too surprised.
He turned back to Apollo with a smile.
"Apologies for the misunderstanding. You're allowed to set up your stall here. For now, only
this street is permitted, but..."
The Chief hesitated, then decided not to finish his sentence.
He figured wherever Apollo went, fortune-telling would probably be allowed.
"To make up for the inconvenience, how about you tell my fortune?"
He didn't take it seriously. For $5, it was just for fun.
Apollo pointed to the banner. "Paynt required."
"Of course."
The Chief sat across from Apollo and casually asked, "How can I break through to Lord?"
Apollo answered offhandedly, "Like this..."
Minutes later, an overwhelming aura swept through the street.
Even the Chief himself couldn't believe it as he stared at his hands, muttering in disbelief:
"I... I beca a Lord?!"
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