[{"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-190":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},2322758,4544,"Chapter 190","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-190",190,"\u003Cp>Shi Ler sat in his office, flipping through reports while dialing a number on his phone; after finishing the call, he held it to his ear, and after a long stretch of busy tones, it was finally answered—first came a series of explosions, then the sound of something falling, followed by Strange’s shout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello? Stephen, what are you doing? Why haven’t you sent me the two medical records I asked for last night?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, wait! I forgot!” Strange hadn’t even finished speaking when he cried out: “Ow!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tore the silk strip wrapped around his face off and looked at the man across from him: “Wang, I told you to wait—I need to take this call, I—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could finish, Shi Ler’s roar came through the phone: “Forgot?! You’ve forgotten four times this week already! Yesterday I asked for three records and you said you forgot—I pay you that much, can’t you—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange was about to explain when the floating silk strip whipped his face again, making him yell; the master Wang said: “You must focus, or the magical force won’t obey your command.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I want to focus too!” Strange shouted, speaking into the phone: “The patient in Room 2 has nothing worth reviewing! Didn’t I tell you yesterday? His symptoms are completely made up—he’s just trying to flirt with that nurse named Fenna—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange dodged left, speaking rapidly into the phone: “I’ve got a bit of trouble here, oh damn it—get out of the way—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ducked again, avoiding the sweeping silk strip, switched the phone to his other hand, and used his free right hand to shield his face: “I’ll give you those two records when I get home tonight—I’ve got to—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a fierce swing of his arm, he finally grabbed the flying silk strip. He exhaled in relief: “...deal with some trouble.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had he spoken than the silk strip shot out of his palm with a whoosh, looped around the chandelier, then launched forward, yanking the chandelier straight at Strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange screamed, flying backward with his head covered; the phone hit the floor, and Shi Ler’s threatening voice echoed from inside: “Listen, no matter how badly you’re struggling in your hobby class, you must complete your work on time—or I’ll dock your pay!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Listening to the busy tone, Strange helplessly covered his eyes: “I regret it. Can I drop out now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lay on the ground, utterly defeated: “This isn’t something a human can learn. How do I even explain to a piece of silk that it should listen to me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The master Wang remained calm: “Magical power lies in belief. You must learn perseverance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next afternoon, Strange was bent over writing when Shi Ler walked in carrying a cup of coffee: “You’ve been taking classes for a week now—how’s it going?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange said nothing, only sighed deeply. He raised his head and scanned Shi Ler up and down several times; Shi Ler glanced at himself: “What? Is there something wrong with me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You do magic too, right? How long did it take you to learn?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who told you that was magic?” Shi Ler countered. Seeing Strange glaring at him, he said: “I’m a mutant. This ability is innate—I don’t need to learn it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange’s eyes widened further, shocked and furious: “Then why did you make me learn magic?! You actually— you damn—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Ler shrugged—it had always been his line. To ordinary people and mutants, he was a magician; to magicians, he was an ordinary person or a mutant. Neither side could possibly cross-check his story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange covered his forehead: “I should’ve realized—such a powerful ability couldn’t possibly be easy to learn.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can you believe it? For a whole week, I’ve been fighting a floating silk strip!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange laughed bitterly: “I’m grateful to that damn silk strip—it made me realize the patients here are actually manageable!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Silk strip?” Shi Ler frowned: “Didn’t they teach you to draw circles yet?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Draw circles? What’s that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s the magical portal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange snorted: “That’s going to take ages. Right now I’m just getting beaten senseless by that strip—I can’t even grab it, let alone control it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I really hope you learn that portal technique soon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then you could just throw your completed medical records through the portal straight to me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange rolled his eyes: “That fat master said the Sorcerer Supreme thinks I have talent. What the hell? I don’t see what talent it takes to fight a silk strip—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Didn’t he teach you any techniques? Like calming down, focusing your mind—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course he did—but how am I supposed to calm down when that strip is slapping me twice a second? Is that my fault?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So you’re just going to keep wasting time like this? Against a silk strip?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What else can I do? Wang told me every beginner mage must go through this to train concentration.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange picked up his pen again and kept writing as he spoke: “He says magic isn’t created from nothing—it draws power from higher sources. So every apprentice must first train control, to prevent the borrowed power from going wild.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So what’s the principle behind that silk strip?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange paused his writing: “I heard it’s also borrowed power—but weaker, specifically designed for beginners to train with.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve been thinking—if this ability can be learned, then it must be no different from the medical knowledge I’ve studied. It should all be reducible through induction, summary, and refinement—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Undoubtedly, Strange was a top student. After a few days of setbacks, he’d already begun thinking of ways to improve efficiency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wong’s judgment was sharp: Strange’s talent lay in his exceptional learning ability and high receptivity to magic. He quickly accepted his identity as a magic apprentice and resolved to advance in his magical career.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Ler propped his chin on his hand: “If that’s the case, have you considered a more convenient approach?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A more convenient approach? What do you mean?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since this power is borrowed, why not negotiate with your creditor? Ask him to calm down.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange sighed: “The problem is, I can’t even grab the silk strip. You have to master it first—get it to stop—before you can even communicate with the power behind it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But there are many ways to make that silk strip stop.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For example?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For example, this.” Shi Ler pulled a blue pistol from his drawer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, Master Wang stood to the side, watching Strange roll up his sleeves, holding a strange-looking blue pistol in one hand, and speaking slowly to a silk strip frozen solid as an ice stick: “Listen, if you keep being this violent, you’re not worth this price—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Strange resemble a mob enforcer collecting protection money, Master Wang was speechless. He tried to intervene: “Stephen, a mage’s concentration is vital—you can’t do this—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he finished, Wong appeared behind him. Wong’s tone was light, even delighted: “It seems he’s even more talented than I imagined.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Wang stared, wide-eyed. Wong stroked her chin: “I was worried his temperament was too mild—it might put Kamar-Taj and Earth at risk. But now, it seems fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Wang stared fixedly at the Sorcerer Supreme. Wong smiled: “Concentration matters. Belief matters. But those come later. Before you control magic, you must first obtain it. That is the essence of magic.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1219,"2026-06-20T16:39:12.484Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e407502daedf9a009abafaab0f460b22c347528fa13a2b8d5677b3962819c424","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-191","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-189",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]