[{"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-166":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},2322734,4544,"Chapter 166","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-166",166,"\u003Cp>Spring thunder cracked over the East Coast, followed by torrential rain; puddles along the tree-lined path reflected the sky’s light filtering through gaps in the clouds, countless raindrops hammered against the dense foliage, a steady drizzle whispered through the window—outside, the spring rain carried a chill; inside, warmth lingered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller flipped gently through the textbook in his hands, the rustle of pages drowned by the rain; he cleared his throat and raised his voice: “One week remains until Easter. The Psychology Club’s dinner will begin at exactly seven p.m. on Easter evening. Students wishing to attend must be seated by six-thirty.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, glanced out the window at the heavy rain, then added: “Thunderstorms have swept the city these past few days. Please carry umbrellas when going out. If rainfall continues to increase, flooding is possible—stay alert for evacuation notices…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing, he gathered his books to leave, when Evans rose from the front row, walked to the side of the podium, and whispered to Schiller: “Professor, the rain has been too heavy these past few days—many students can’t attend on time, so the assignments…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Submit them later. Remind everyone to notify their parents—if the rain persists, evacuations could happen at any moment these two days. Have them watch for signs of local gang activity…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Evans pulled out a schedule: “In past years, the Easter evening event was held on the night of Easter itself, but this year, our new principal moved the banquet two days earlier, so it no longer overlaps with the club dinner. We plan to…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Evans outlined the seating arrangements to Schiller; as they discussed in low tones, Bruce approached. Evans glanced at him, and Schiller said: “Let’s stick with this plan for now—I’ll confirm details with you later.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Evans left, Bruce spoke directly: “The rain’s been too heavy. Gotham’s drainage system is failing. I need to return to Wayne Tower to monitor things and prevent flooding.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Granted. And it seems they’ve broken cover.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’ll discuss that later.” Bruce glanced cautiously around, as if wary of too many eyes nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Schiller returned to his office, Victor was holding a goose egg, brushing it with a paintbrush, measuring strokes. Schiller walked over, glanced at the egg, and asked: “Where did you get this? Did you climb up and steal it from a swan’s nest?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course not. Do I look like such a boring person?\" Victor dipped his brush in blue paint and painted a star shape onto the egg. Focused, he said: \"The Logistics Department gave each professor five Easter egg kits—we must finish painting them before the holiday and give them to the students.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s odd,” Schiller laughed. “Shouldn’t they paint them and give them to us? Goodness knows how exhausted I am from teaching them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’ll give us some too—probably finished ones. Not many can paint well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Actually, I quite enjoy this. As a child, I wanted to be a painter.” Victor leaned close to the egg, using a smaller brush to refine the star’s details.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller shrugged and returned to his desk. He saw several goose eggs already placed there. He picked one up, examining it as he spoke: “The rainfall this season is insane. Have you checked the weather forecast?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anna, at the next desk, was also painting an egg. She looked up and said: “This place has barely any sunny days all year, but this rain is too much—even my rain boots are failing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just now I heard from my students that the Easter banquet was moved up?” Schiller sat down and began arranging brushes and paints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. Our principal moved the banquet earlier to fit in more events, so the dance was moved up too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why? Where’s he getting so many events from?” Victor asked, puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s his first major holiday since taking office. Maybe he wants to make an impression. Besides the banquet and dance, I heard they’re planning Bible exchanges, prayers, and hymn-singing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He doesn’t seem like a devout believer. Why suddenly care so much about Easter?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All three shook their heads. Schiller studied the eggs on the desk, raised his brush to begin—when Victor stood, holding a freshly painted egg, proudly declaring: “Look—this one. See what I made.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The egg was covered in stars, painted in red and blue, resembling the American flag—but since the egg was oval, most stars were distorted, and some areas were unevenly painted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anna teased: “I didn’t know you were so patriotic. The flag’s designer would weep seeing this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on,” Victor complained. “Painting on a flat surface is hard enough—on a round goose egg? This is already good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anna glanced again at her own work, realized it was worse than Victor’s, threw down her brush in frustration: “This damn rain has ruined my focus. My paper’s stuck, and the students’ writing is unreadable…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve noticed since two weeks ago—the constant rain makes their brains waterlogged.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t joke. Even without rain, it’s all water.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All three sighed. Clearly, Gotham University’s student quality was abysmal. Victor stared at his egg and said: “I doubt they’ll care about these. They’d rather have bullets—or stuff flammable plants inside.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine. I’m going to buy some ready-made ones. No one’ll notice anyway.” Anna stood up. Schiller called after her: “Get me a few too. Thanks.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Anna left, Victor and Schiller exchanged glances. Schiller asked: “So what’s your plan? Don’t tell me you’re actually going to put something inside these eggs…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll finish painting them, then hand them out to whoever’s unlucky enough to get them. If they complain they’re ugly, I’ll fail them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way,” Victor stood up. “That freeze gun blueprint you gave me—I studied it. It doesn’t seem suitable for ordinary people.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really? Why?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just removing the magazine requires immense strength. If you don’t push hard enough when reinserting it, liquid leakage is likely.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This gun seems designed for trained soldiers or strongmen. If I tried using it, I’d freeze my arm solid from leakage before I even fired.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blueprint Schiller had given Victor was the one developed by Peter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Victor’s words made Schiller understand: the gun’s creator was Spider-Man, with superhuman strength. Only superheroes like Iron Man or Captain America—or S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, at minimum well-trained armed police—could wield it properly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These people could ignore strength or recoil—but researchers like Victor couldn’t. Schiller asked: “So what’s your plan for improvement? Any ideas?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course. That’s why I came to invite you to the lab—I need a test subject. Our builds and strength are similar. I’d like you to test my prototype.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller shrugged. “Fine. Hope you get the data you need.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they stepped outside, the thunderstorm had mostly passed—but the streets were flooded. Victor shook his wet shoe tips, grumbling: “The school’s drainage is terrible. The rain stopped over an hour ago, and the water hasn’t drained at all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller looked around. No surface drains or channels were visible. He recalled: Gotham seemed like this everywhere. Light rain was fine—but when heavy downpours hit, like today, the whole city drowned. You didn’t even need to step outside to see the sea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he was immune to fear toxin, Schiller was immune to this rain—at least, his symbiotic mist showed no anomalies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once in the lab with Victor, they chatted briefly, then Schiller began testing the freeze gun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Victor recorded several sets of data, Schiller asked: “What about the low-temperature generator? How’s it working?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s fine. High power—if energy supply holds, it can freeze a vast area.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can you increase the power further? What’s the maximum?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Victor glanced at Schiller in surprise. “No upper limit. But why do you need that much power?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could you make a few more? I might need them later.” Schiller mused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Victor didn’t press further. He agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller noticed Victor seemed distracted. “Have you been sleeping poorly?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No. But lately I’ve been spaced out. Normally, I could stay awake all night in the lab, focused—but lately, I start dozing before midnight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Too many rainy days. Rain induces depression, and damp air harms the body. Try to stay indoors.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller turned to the window. The rain, which had stopped, had begun again—sporadic at first, then growing heavier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller thought: With Gotham’s absurd rainfall lately, the Owl Court is desperate.\u003C\u002Fp>",1375,"2026-06-20T16:39:12.484Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","495cf3c070267ed29185c03e3caf5c6cd6eb2c5aa49d2532931b986287cf016c","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-167","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-165",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]