[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel":3,"chapter-my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-128":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","My Life as a Mental Mentor in Marvel",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2322696,4544,"Chapter 128","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-128",128,"\u003Cp>In Stark Tower’s laboratory, Dr. Connors was leading a team of researchers in frantic overtime work when his phone rang; he picked it up and said, “Hello, I’m busy right now, wait a moment before you say anything…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s Nick. How’s the serum research coming?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We don’t have enough samples. You must give me at least three more vampires. I’m researching a serum—you can’t expect me to conjure it out of thin air without even providing blood samples.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll contact the battlefield commander.” Nick’s voice remained calm. “How confident are you that you can crack the vampires’ regenerative ability?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ai Yue Shuxiang\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While organizing his research data, Dr. Connors spoke into the phone: “It’s still uncertain, but more likely, even if this effect works, it won’t be permanent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is an entirely new field. I’ve never encountered creatures like these before. Their blood contains a mysterious factor I haven’t fully deciphered yet. All I can tell you is that the effect you’re imagining probably won’t happen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But we must crack their regenerative ability—otherwise, this war is unwinnable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The initial group of vampires controlling Brooklyn and Queens numbered over three hundred. We severely wounded half of them, but soon they recovered to over two hundred again, while our armed police dropped from over three hundred to just sixty. Most of the wounded were only lightly injured, yet they couldn’t continue fighting and had to retreat for reinforcements.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This disparity in losses will only grow worse the longer we delay.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Connors spoke rapidly to Nick: “They’re magical constructs—you should know better than I do. Scientific methods may not fully unravel their abilities. As for eliminating their regeneration entirely, I can only tell you: it’s impossible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I actually have a better idea. If it succeeds, it might not only neutralize one of their abilities—it could strip them of combat effectiveness entirely.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then what are we waiting for? What do you need? More samples? I’ll contact Spider-Man right now—he’ll capture a few alive for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A moment later, Dr. Connors heard a loud crash against the window—Spider-Man had slammed into Stark Tower’s glass, then stuck a web-line to the adjacent window to prevent himself from sliding down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dragged in a large black net containing two or three still-struggling bats. He struggled to open the window and pulled the net inside. Dr. Connors crossed his arms and said, “Couldn’t you have knocked them out before bringing them in?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sorry, Doctor. I didn’t know if you needed them fully alive. If I punch them, their heads might not be usable anymore.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Connors thought that made sense. Then he said, “Are you planning to rush back to the battlefield? No way. Stay here and help me finish the first phase of the research before you leave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But we still have a big plan—we’re going to…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Listen, I don’t care what you’re planning. All I know is, given the current battlefield situation, your absence makes little difference. But if you stay here in the lab, we might solve this problem at its root.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But…” Peter looked dejected. He knew Dr. Connors was right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plan to blow up the Brooklyn Bridge no longer needed him. Just moments ago, Stark had entered the battlefield, commanding unmanned mechs to launch suicide attacks. At this stage of the war, individual soldiers could contribute little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fighter squadrons had arrived, and special forces were mobilizing. The entire battlefield had reached the brink of strategic counteroffensive—what followed would be a brawl, commonly called mutual bombardment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spider-Man might scavenge a few scraps of victory with his superhuman physique, but individual heroes had been reduced to near-irrelevance in such large-scale combat. Aside from Iron Man’s mechs, explosives, and Wasp’s area attacks, nearly all other superheroes and agents had withdrawn to the battlefield’s edge, now focused on rescue operations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reason told Peter that the lab truly needed him now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the past, Spider-Man, faced with such a massive scene, would have been itching to join—no matter where he was, he’d feel like thorns were pricking his seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time, Peter quickly calmed down. Without hesitation, he removed his mask and prepared to change into lab attire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Connors was surprised. He’d already prepared to summon the patience of a child-soother, ready to placate Peter first. He knew boys this age rarely resisted the temptation of being a hero on a grand stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, a behind-the-scenes hero, no matter how heroic, still remains behind the scenes. Who wouldn’t crave more attention? Connors knew Peter’s personality well—perhaps because his other identity had been suppressed for too long in daily life, Peter as Spider-Man truly loved the spotlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Peter walked in, dressed, and said directly: “Where do we start? Can I see any preliminary data?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Connors handed him some documents. To his surprise, Peter sat down in a corner and began reading intently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Connors watched his back. Peter’s physique had grown significantly stronger, yet he was still just a boy—his current calm demeanor clashed sharply with his age. Connors said, “Now that I think about it, you’re only sixteen. Maybe we’ve been asking too much of you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I remember when I was sixteen—I skipped school every day and hung out with a bunch of troublemakers. Back then, anything outside school felt fun—even streetlamp poles looked better than classroom walls.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter looked up, surprised. “I thought you were a good student.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dr. Connors chuckled and shook his head. “Actually, I didn’t start studying seriously until college. I was a mess in high school.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he added with a sigh: “When I got accepted into Harvard Medical School, I was even a little disappointed. If I hadn’t been accepted, I could’ve gone abroad to study Buddhist medicine instead. So I stayed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter swallowed hard, immediately lowered his head, and buried himself in his reading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This research project was commissioned by Nick through Stark. Nick knew how rare this opportunity was—Congress had rarely agreed to authorize heavy firepower against the vampire invasion of New York, so they had to act swiftly and solve the vampire problem at its source.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they delayed too long, the moderates would regain room to negotiate—a scenario Director Nick desperately wanted to avoid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Handling vampires had always fallen to S.H.I.E.L.D., but dealing with them was thankless work. If not for Nick’s conscience, someone else would’ve ignored them entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These creatures were a nightmare: two forms, capable of magic, with extreme regeneration. Unless their heads were completely destroyed or their hearts pierced, they recovered quickly—even high-ranking agents faced danger when confronting them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But S.H.I.E.L.D.’s duty compelled them to fight these beings. Nick hated these costly, low-return, non-reimbursable bills—and he wanted to use this chance to solve the problem once and for all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He also knew that machine guns and artillery couldn’t eliminate them entirely. He hoped to approach it biologically—to have the brilliant Stark create a biological weapon, ideally transforming vampires back into humans, or at least stripping them of their special abilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the brilliant Stark passed the project to Connors, while Iron Man had other duties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since that day, Stark had been inspired by Shiler and suddenly conceived wild ideas, endlessly tinkering in the lab, leaving Coulson and Hill trembling with fear, afraid that if they blinked, Stark might unleash a flood of steel or a robot uprising.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even more terrified were the congressmen who had watched Stark’s speech video.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hill had filmed it exceptionally well—she omitted Shiler’s warning to Stark entirely, starting the recording only at the climax of Stark’s speech.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Throughout the video, Stark appeared like a mad genius scientist, passionately describing dangerous ideas that could destroy the world at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Stark spoke about his own field, he became erratic and neurotic—that was the common flaw of geniuses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rambled on about his insane theories, muttering a stream of technical jargon incomprehensible to normal people, occasionally spouting phrases like “mechanical domination of the world,” “inorganic beings conquering all,” or “carbon-based life is trash.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just watching this video, the congressmen were terrified—because they knew Stark could absolutely make these things happen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone understood that Stark’s current struggles stemmed from the moral boundaries he’d set for himself—he refused to use unconventional methods against his enemies. Otherwise, even the entire military combined with every faction in Congress couldn’t stop his mech army.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had no real way to stop Stark. Everything relied on his own moral compass. The military and congressmen had wondered: what if Stark ever went mad? The answer was simple—there was no solution. They could only pray he wouldn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They knew that even if Stark Industries went bankrupt and Stark ended up homeless, give him a junkyard and within days he’d rebuild a Gundam army. Even in Afghanistan’s hellish conditions, hadn’t he still escaped?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, they lifted nearly all restrictions on S.H.I.E.L.D., granting Nick full authority to resolve the vampire invasion by any means necessary—no excuses for Stark to act out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In their view, Stark’s speech wasn’t just about vampires.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These politicians loved to imagine. They believed the military’s recent pressure on Stark had driven him to issue this warning—to show them he possessed the power to destroy the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By confronting the vampire threat head-on and eliminating them ruthlessly, the congressmen were signaling to Stark: if you maintain your moral boundaries, we’ll help you uphold them. You don’t need to use your extreme capabilities—everyone can survive peacefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Stark didn’t care about these political games. He was currently on the battlefield, commanding his mech army to slaughter mercilessly.\u003C\u002Fp>",1581,"2026-06-20T16:39:12.484Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","d5afb70c3ac5265573e280bcde4ab7d81d595e4d6cb57b117481163235bc2a69","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-129","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-127",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]