[{"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-176":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},2322744,4544,"Chapter 176","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-176",176,"\u003Cp>My father was a tyrant, a dictator who would not tolerate any questioning; I went to great lengths to meet his demands and became a perfect heir, yet he still distrusted me and told me nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I knew full well that his ability to rule Gotham’s underworld for so long wasn’t just due to his strength and wisdom—I knew…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was not the true king of Gotham; another, a mysterious organization, a great organization, controlled it from the shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman watched Alberto in silence; the muscles on Alberto’s face had completely shifted, as if he were a stranger Batman had never seen before—his tone carried resentment and fury, emotions Batman had never heard in Evans’s voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But in Evans’s account, the Don was nothing like this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Him? What does he know? Yes… he was Carmine’s perfect son; Carmine created him only because he thought I wasn’t perfect enough…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So what really happened to your death?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alberto snorted coldly, glanced down at the crack in the church, saw no reaction he desired, then, as if to pass the time, said to Batman: “I accidentally learned that Gotham is a city beyond salvation; those who do not belong here will eventually leave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All of this is because of a great organization that secretly controls Gotham, manipulating the city to serve its will.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Don? He’s merely a dying survivor—he never ruled Gotham. He lost his struggle against this force; only because the mysterious organization spared him could he become the Don.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“During one of our arguments, he accidentally revealed a clue about this organization. I secretly investigated but found nothing—until I inadvertently encountered one of their followers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It was a great darkness I had never seen…” Alberto’s tone grew feverish; he said, “His wings have always sheltered this city; we shall all bow before Him…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So you joined this organization?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, no…” Alberto said nervously, “They wouldn’t let me join—I don’t understand…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his mad mutterings, Batman seemed to see a flock of black owls standing behind him, whispering and laughing at Alberto’s ears: “You are the descendant of rebels… you must atone… atone for your bloodline\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alberto knelt again, his body trembling, voice slurred—as if filled with both hatred and terror: “They gave me a knife, a hard, sharp knife, and I used it to stab...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alberto’s tone grew pained, as if everything he recounted differed from his own memories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You wanted to kill your father?” Batman asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, I didn’t... I only wanted to atone. I needed to...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You wanted to kill him—but you failed, didn’t you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alberto’s voice turned bitter and resentful: “Carmine was prepared for me. I acted too late!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then he killed you and created Evans?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not him—it was the...” Alberto paused, struggling to speak: “The priest. They were in league. They knew everything...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So it was all a farce. Falcone’s eldest son never died—he merely changed his identity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But something puzzles me—how could this fool everyone? Your appearances were identical, your ages the same. Someone must have recognized you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as soon as he spoke, Batman realized: “That funeral?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Yes. Carmine invited everyone who had ever seen me to my own funeral—and then they all died, including the father of that little Cobblepot.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Unrelated to the umbrellas?” Batman muttered to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alberto sneered: “Looks like you know more than I thought.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Precisely because of the umbrellas. You think Carmine knew nothing about them? You’re wrong—no one understood them better than the Godfather. But he never spoke.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Carmine sabotaged a batch of umbrella materials, delaying delivery. Then, on a rainy night, he summoned them all—and they died.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He claimed that fool was my younger brother, raised abroad with our mother. So he replaced me and became the Godfather’s youngest son.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sixiangke\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For a long time, I truly was dead. Only Evans existed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He became a devout believer, often going to church to pray—but he didn’t know this was Carmine’s doing, meant to erase me completely.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The priest possessed powers beyond human comprehension. I don’t know what it was... but he seemed to truly influence the mind.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Each time Evans contacted him, his personality grew more solid, while Alberto slowly faded away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But fortunately...” Alberto smiled. “During this disaster, the church was destroyed. The priest had to leave. Evans hasn’t prayed to him in a long time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So you came back to life?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“At first, I couldn’t control this body alone—only vague awareness. But I am the true owner of this body. Soon, I could take control while Evans slept.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I had tasks to complete. To avoid detection, I manipulated Xie Dun.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But you killed him in the end. Why?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He was a selfish fool, short-sighted, obsessed with immediate gain. I planned to use his position to gather Gotham University students at the Easter banquet, then trigger egg explosions—those special eggs were made for them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But that idiot principal thought it would damage his reputation. He didn’t use the eggs I gave him. So I changed tactics—sold them in grocery stores or gave them to mob bosses.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why do this? Just to cause chaos?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I was conducting an experiment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alberto’s answer surprised Batman. Instinctively, he asked: “What was that substance inside the eggs that drove people mad?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It was the Immortality Factor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Immortality... what?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s something that grants eternal life—makes one never die. Do you understand?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman said nothing, staring at Alberto as if he were an idiot. Alberto sensed it, and, enraged, snapped: “You don’t understand!! This is what that great power survives on! I’ve investigated for years...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a deep breath, then calmed: “My contact with them wasn’t useless. I know—they cultivate their deadly assassins using something called ‘Wine.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“‘Wine’? What is that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In their records, this factor behaves like wine—it can drive one mad with intoxication, or grant eternal life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They used this factor to create powerful assassins. I believe this is His greatness—His gift and reward to humanity. And I... I will receive this reward...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Abandon your bizarre, absurd theories. Nothing in this world grants eternal life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alberto grinned wildly, his gaze fixed on the crack in the cathedral’s center, where a faint green glow shimmered: “Thank the priest. Thank that fool Evans. I noticed something strange about this church...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman turned his gaze there too: “Don’t tell me it’s beneath the church.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“After the church was damaged, this precious Wine seeped from the crack. I collected some. Their records say Wine must mature before drinking—but I don’t know how long that takes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So I had to run an experiment. I diluted it into a spray and put it inside the Easter eggs.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Unripe Wine drives people mad—but it doesn’t matter. I got the answer I needed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alberto took a deep breath, knelt, and pressed his face to the crack, staring fixedly at the light within: “All Wine requires fermentation and aging. Tonight, it will mature. If I can obtain the purest Wine, I will become immortal...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up at the crucifix before him, voice trembling: “Like Jesus, I shall be reborn this night, return to Heaven, and become a god. Those who made me suffer... will pay.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop dreaming,” Batman cut in, voice icy. “First, I believe this so-called Wine is a fraud. Second, I won’t let you get it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can’t stop me!” Alberto saw the green glow brightening under the growing moonlight, a rich wine-like scent rising—like fruit ripening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lunged forward wildly, trying to leap into the crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bullet struck his shoulder, the recoil throwing him back; then two shurikens hit his knees, disabling him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alberto lay prone, subdued—but Batman stayed cautious, circling the crack to approach from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he neared, he saw a sly, triumphant smile in the shadow of Alberto’s hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman instantly retreated. A violent explosion erupted beneath Alberto—the cathedral floor shattered, the narrow crack blown wide into a gaping hole. Dust billowed as every floorboard vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman stood at the edge of the collapse, looking down. Below, the cathedral’s basement had become a giant pool, filled with glowing green liquid—smelling like high-proof liquor. Even inhaling a trace made one dizzy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman stepped back, shook his head. A cold wind blew past, and he felt slightly better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the last fire, Batman had fitted his mask with a respirator. He pulled down the visor, covering his nose and mouth, then stepped forward to peer into the green pool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw no sign of Alberto. But he remembered—Alberto had fallen with the collapsing floor. He must have landed in the green pool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The liquid was too strange. Batman dared not touch it. He had no proper retrieval tools. As he turned to leave and fetch some, he heard a “glug-glug” sound behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned. The glowing green pool bubbled—like something beneath was blowing air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, a pale hand emerged from the pool’s edge. The cold moonlight of Gotham shone on its back—bones and veins protruding like a mummified corpse preserved for years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moon grew brighter. The wind grew lighter. The air around the cathedral froze solid. In that frozen stillness, the crucifix, struck by the blast, collapsed in pieces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During this long Easter, Jesus did not rise—he died completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his place, a mad resurrection rose—the eternal nightmare of Gotham—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>————EXTRA NOTES————\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten thousand characters today! Please vote and tip!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aha! Didn’t see that coming!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Someone did—but not fully. Hehe.)\u003C\u002Fp>",1560,"2026-06-20T16:39:12.484Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","a7c42fc435f3bb5442b8fae3c4681824cc6147711846871e25894da2e58ded0e","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-177","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-175",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]