The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3355 Teammate Selection (Part )

Chapter 3355 Teammate Selection (Part )

However, since there is a ladder ranking, there should also be a ranking match. After judging the level of the players through the ranking match, they should not be matched with opponents who are too far behind, otherwise the game will be unplayable.

Then there is a problem: if Schiller finds a partner with a particularly high combat power, it may lead to him playing too well in the qualifying round, and then he will be matched with strong opponents.

But if you find someone who is not so good at fighting, you will have to turn the tide every time by yourself, which is too tiring.

Schiller felt that he still had to find a teammate with moderate strength but relatively good cooperation.

Moreover, because duos need tacit understanding, and tacit understanding needs to be honed, which means that teammates cannot be changed frequently. It is best to have a fixed teammate.

Schiller originally wanted to have one teammate for PVE and one for PVP, but after thinking about it, he thought that he should be able to find a teammate with both intelligence and strength, so that he wouldn't have to change teammates frequently, and it would be easier to develop tacit understanding.

Schiller was just deciding on the candidates when Stark's team invitation came in. Schiller saw that the team interface was quite smart, indicating whether it was a temporary team or a fixed team, and whether it was a restricted or unrestricted dungeon.

Stark sent an invitation to a limited dungeon for a temporary team, and it was obvious that he was planning to play the story version with Schiller.

In just a short while, Schiller received a lot of invitations for story scripts. As expected, he was notorious for his ability to fight with wits, and everyone wanted to pull him in to play PVE.

Schiller looked through the series of invitations, but didn't see his favorite teammate.

So he got through to Loki's communication.

"Hello? Loki, have you found your teammates? This is what I thought..."

Schiller briefly talked about his idea of ​​finding a permanent teammate who was both strong and intelligent, and said that Loki was his best candidate.

Loki's wisdom is beyond words. In terms of fighting, fraud magic has a natural advantage. The most important thing is that the moral bottom line of the two people is similar, so they can work together when playing games.

"I'm sorry, doctor. Her Majesty the Queen needs to stay in Asgard, and I have to team up with my brother."

"God." Schiller sighed, "Are you saying you want to take Thor to play the plot copy?"

"Yes," Loki said with a slightly helpless tone, "but at least he can give us a slight advantage in the ranking of the ring."

"You are such a good brother." Schiller exclaimed sincerely. Although Thor has changed a lot, Schiller still felt a chill at the thought of playing puzzle games with him.

All I can say is that Loki has such determination that he will succeed in everything he does. He deserves to be the prince.

After excluding Loki as an option, there are not many candidates left.

Schiller did not ignore Stark, because Stark's IQ was high enough and he was also a good fighter. But Stark's biggest problem was his personality.

To put it simply, Stark loves to show off. No matter what he does, he wants to demonstrate his superb technical ability. He must stand in front of the stage to accept everyone's cheers to satisfy his showy psychology.

But Schiller is more of a behind-the-scenes type, and although it's sometimes nice to have someone in the front line, Stark is the kind of person who has to be recognized by everyone, so it's inevitable that he will always drag Schiller to watch his performance. The two are not very compatible in terms of games.

Then Schiller contacted Peter again. After all, Gwen was unlikely to participate in this kind of game, and Peter probably didn't have any teammates yet.

"Hello? Peter. Have you seen the new activities in the fighting world..."

"I'm sorry, doctor. I'm afraid I won't be able to attend whatever event is going on. I'm really busy here."

"Okay, you go ahead and do your work. Bye."

Schiller shook his head helplessly. Peter was obviously busy with the starship. It seemed that not only Gwen would not participate in this event, but Peter might not be able to make it either.

At this moment, a name flashed through Schiller's mind. At the same time, a communication request came in.

"Did you find your teammates, Schiller?"

The voice on the other end of the line was Strange's. Schiller smiled knowingly and said, "You didn't find it either?"

"Apparently there are too many people looking for me and I can't make a decision. So I came to ask for your opinion."

"Really? I think you and Loki would be a good teammate. What do you think?"

"He's already planning to team up with Thor, don't you know?"

"But I think as long as you persist, he might waver a bit." Schiller said as he browsed the copy, "Or you can find another wizard. Didn't you know Zatanna and Constantine at the Gotham Academy of Magic before?"

"I can't get along with them," Strange said. "I want to find myself in other universes, but most of them are annoying. It's better not to participate in the game than to team up with them."

"Then you have to at least tell me who invited you so that I can give you advice. Or maybe you've gone around in circles and found that you're not as welcome as you thought, so you came to me to seek some psychological comfort?"

"Then the fact that you're free to talk to me now doesn't just prove that you're not as popular as you think?"

"You're wrong about that." Schiller snorted and then said, "I'm too popular. Everyone wants to play the story dungeon with me. There are too many invitations. I'm dealing with them."

There was a long silence on the other end of the line.

"What's wrong? Is the signal bad over there?"

"No. I'm dealing with real-life matters. The plan for the starship inauguration ceremony has been finalized, and they want me to participate in the rehearsal. I'm trying to find a way to shirk..."

"Okay. But if you focus on things in the real world during this time, then you won't have to worry about picking teammates. That's a good thing."

"Yeah. I still have an operation." Strange responded and hung up.

After Schiller returned to the real world, he drove to Presbyterian Hospital and walked into the neurosurgery office with ease. He leaned against the door and said, "Your surgery is over so soon?"

Strange's consciousness seemed to be still immersed in the fighting world. After several seconds, he came back to his senses, glanced at his watch, and then said, "How did you get here so quickly?"

"I'm coming from Brooklyn." Schiller put the coffee down across from Strange, who was finishing up a case report, and said, "How many operations do you have today?"

"Two." Strange stared at the screen, then looked down at his watch and said, "There will be another one in five minutes."

"You canceled the rehearsal for the inauguration ceremony?"

"I don't have time to go." Strange said impatiently, "And I don't know what there is to rehearse. When the time comes, Ancient One can go. They are fellow villagers."

"So you plan to stay in the hospital forever?"

"Can you please leave if you have nothing to do?" Strange raised his eyes and stared at him. "I still have more than 80 case reports to write. If you keep bothering me here, I won't be able to finish them by tomorrow morning."

"Let's discuss this," Schiller snapped his fingers and said, "I'll help you fill out the report, and you can postpone the next two operations."

"Postponed?" Strange snorted coldly, "Do you know that they waited for three years to get the surgery scheduled here?"

"Since I can wait three years, I don't mind waiting one more day."

"What do you want to do?"

"It takes two to go. Don't you have no teammates yet?"

Strange narrowed his eyes.

"Don't look at me like that," Schiller stood up, turned around in the middle of the room, and said, "I felt sorry for you, so I turned down those invitations and came to help you. Are you touched?"

"You haven't found the right one, have you?" Strange buried his head again, typing away at the computer as he spoke, "You wanted to find a teammate who is smart but not a drag, and after so much searching, I'm the only one left."

"You've seen through it all." Schiller didn't deny it, and spread his hands and said, "How about it? Do you want to form a team?"

"I have a question," Strange looked up at him and said, "I admit that your intelligence is fine, but if you separate from your symbiote, how can we fight?"

"This is when your importance is reflected." Schiller said confidently, "You are the Supreme Sorcerer."

"So you want me to fight two at once?"

“It’s not that pessimistic.”

"Very pessimistic." Strange continued to type on the keyboard, then said, "If you just want to find a thug, you can go to any universe to find a Thor. In the end, you still want me to take on some of the intellectual work."

"I guarantee it's only a small part." Schiller sat back down and said, "And I'm not completely powerless. I won't let you fight two people alone."

"The surgery can't be postponed," Strange said, "either you wait until I'm done with the surgery or go and queue with someone else first."

Schiller was waiting for this sentence. He put his middle finger and index finger together and flicked Strange's computer, then said, "I'll wait for you to come online."

This wait lasted until midnight. At about 2 a.m., Strange finally came online. As soon as he opened the communication channel, Schiller couldn't help but said, "What kind of vampire schedule is this?"

"Vampires don't get up as early as I do." Strange's voice was still calm. He said there would be another operation at 5:30 tomorrow morning. "We only have three and a half hours."

"My God. It won't be long before God is happy that his hands are finally back."

"You care so much about my health, so the sudden request for expedited care from all my patients a while ago must have nothing to do with you?"

"Uh..." Schiller was choked. He had thought of a way to use surgery to drag Strange to New York. He explained, "Maybe your appearance in the documentary attracted fans, so they came to you to speed up the process so that they can experience the charm of God's Hand."

"Which copy are you going to queue for?" Strange asked.

Schiller was actually watching it. You can't choose a specific dungeon for two-player dungeons, but you can choose a theme. It's not all puzzles, there are also some parkour or extreme sports.

"I'm more into puzzles," Schiller said, "or do you want to try wingsuit flying in the fighting world?"

"Do you think my cape would approve?"

"What? You two aren't considered two units?"

"He is my equipment, not an intelligent symbiote, so of course he is considered a human being." Strange's tone was slightly gloating.

Schiller sighed, blaming Gray Mist for being too smart.

"Wait a minute. If the cloak isn't considered alive, can't you just toss it on the scale?"

"Are you crazy? Why would I sell my cloak?"

"I'm either asking you to sell it or to weigh it to see how much it weighs." Schiller urged frantically, "You won't be able to sell it unless you click the confirmation button. Aren't you curious about how much your equipment is worth?"

"Lack of curiosity," Strange said, "material desire is the root of destruction."

"You really are becoming more and more like a Supreme Sorcerer."

"You're wrong. I'm afraid I'm the only one of all the Stranges who still insists on being a surgeon."

"Yes, but God probably wants his hands back more."