[{"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-197":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},2322765,4544,"Chapter 197: The Adventures of Thor, God of Thunder (Part 2)","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-197",197,"\u003Cp>“I think… we might have run into some trouble,” Peter said, turning to Thor beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because right now, they were facing off against several menacing little thugs—typical street bullies who often extorted younger students at arcades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter’s group consisted of six or seven of them; clearly seasoned offenders, they’d spotted Peter—the closest to the door—while the shop owner was fetching supplies through the back entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look at this, what’s this little brat doing here with his dad? Did he lose so badly at the fighting game that he ran home crying for mommy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Marvelous Roots of Immortal Wood\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahahahaha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though they looked older than Peter, Spider-Man had lived through far more, and was far more mature than they were—he shrugged and said, “Whether I win or lose, at least I don’t have to resort to cheap intimidation like this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blonde ringleader was about to explode when his lackey chimed in: “Look at him—he’s wearing a Captain America commemorative T-shirt. That’s definitely fake. Just look how dirty it is—he must’ve crawled out of some mud pit. Forget it, let’s find someone else…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter thought they were childish, but Thor couldn’t stand their arrogance—he swung a fist and snapped, “Didn’t your parents teach you to speak politely?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Thor’s mind, Peter was a child, and he was an adult; these people clearly intended to bully a child, so he had to protect Peter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who the hell are you, some country bumpkin? Your accent’s heavier than a shepherd’s dog from the backwoods—go back to your farm and plow the fields, don’t wander the streets of New York!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thor didn’t understand the insults, but he knew they were vile—Asgard’s prince wasn’t one to tolerate disrespect—he raised his fist to strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thugs across from him also braced themselves, ready to swarm him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Thor was tall and strong, these extortionists weren’t weak—two of them stood nearly as tall as him, close to two meters, so they weren’t intimidated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait! Thor, don’t fight here—there’s…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Peter could finish, the brawl erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battle-hardened warrior of Asgard was no match for these street thugs—he punched one shorter thug on the left straight to the ground, then ducked under a hook punch from the bulky thug on the right, kicked him in the stomach, and sent him flying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the blonde ringleader, playing dirty, grabbed a chair from the side and swung it at Thor’s head—when Peter seized his wrist and yanked the chair out of his grip, flinging it away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop! Don’t—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Thor grabbed another chair and swung it at the opponent; the thug retaliated by toppling the nearest arcade machine. Thor stepped back, stumbled twice, then hurled the chair at the man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hit true—the thug crashed into the machine behind him, which toppled, taking down several others nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One machine had a younger child sitting in front of it—he couldn’t dodge in time and was crushed beneath it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The child screamed. Peter rushed over, lifted the machine, and pulled him out—only to find the boy’s arm had smashed against the machine’s edge, fractured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment—*BANG!*—a gunshot rang out. The arcade owner returned. The thugs scattered, leaving only Peter and Thor helping the child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look what you’ve done!” The owner stormed over, furious. Peter stepped in front of Thor, blocking him from lunging at the man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sorry, boss! We didn’t mean to—those guys were trying to extort us, we were just defending ourselves. We’ll pay for the damages, but can you help set this kid’s arm? He’s got a fracture…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter was a regular customer. Seeing him, the owner said nothing more—Peter paid up, then took the boy to a clinic in Manhattan and covered his medical bills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the boy’s parents arrived, Peter apologized again. They didn’t press charges, but they were clearly displeased—viewing Peter as just another violent delinquent, they gave him cold stares.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they left the clinic, Thor was furious: “Your Earth has no rules! The bullies who tried to hurt someone walk free, but you’re the one paying? In Asgard…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What would happen in Asgard? I bet they’d beg you to forgive them—whether it’s the attackers, the injured kid, or their parents—they’d show up at your door to apologize. But that’s only because you’re a prince…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thor half-understood—he told Peter, “It’s because I was right! I stopped them from bullying someone!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But you also hurt the innocent. I warned you not to fight there—this arcade is full of elementary students. A brawl would inevitably injure a child…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I was upholding justice!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter sighed, his tone layered: “I never thought I’d be the one telling someone this… I used to think exactly the same way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But then I realized—doing good requires wisdom. Blindly chasing justice is no different from causing destruction. It rarely ends well, and often just creates more trouble… leaving others to clean up your mess.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter looked at Thor: “I know you’re the prince of Asgard—your parents can fix any mess you make. My friends are the same—no problem’s too big for them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I’ve learned I can’t keep rushing in recklessly, hurting innocents, causing chaos, and letting others clean up after me. That just makes me a burden.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Upholding justice?” Thor studied Peter, clearly doubting this scrawny kid could ever do such a thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter read his expression—he stopped walking. Thor halted too. Peter glanced at the intersection where a large truck was parked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The truck’s tires were nearly as tall as Peter—but he reached out, gripped the tread, and lifted it effortlessly—several dozen centimeters off the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thor’s eyes widened. Peter let go—the truck slammed down, shaking the pavement. Thor stepped forward, tried the same move—nothing moved. The truck was truly heavy for an ordinary human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He scratched his head, baffled: “How long has it been since I was last here? Have human kids evolved this much?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not a kid! I have a driver’s license—and a girlfriend!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thor snorted: “In Asgard, your build is a child—someone under three hundred years old.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Three… three hundred?!” Peter’s mouth dropped open. “How old are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Me? Well, I’m not that old—barely sixteen hundred.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter swallowed hard: “Alright, you win on that front—I’m sixteen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know you can’t compare Asgardian lifespans to Earth’s—but even proportionally, you’re still a child.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But compared to you, you’re even more childish.” Peter explained to Thor: “I know those thugs were annoying—they deserved a beating. If I’d been the old me, I’d have smashed them without a second thought.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But lately, I’ve thought a lot.” Peter sighed. “That mindset is irresponsible. Sure, beating them felt good—but the arcade owner is innocent. He lost several machines. Even if I paid, he still has to spend time and energy replacing them, rearranging them, maybe even closing for a day just to clean up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then there’s the kid—his right arm is fractured. His parents have to stay home to care for him, miss work, maybe even get scolded by their boss.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I were that kid, my uncle would be furious. My aunt would cry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And fractures hurt—terribly. If I’d been hurt for no reason, I’d feel wronged and furious…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You think too much,” Thor said bluntly. “As long as I’m right, the Allfather will support me—I’m the…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thor stopped himself. He sighed, voice bitter: “I was right! Why won’t my father understand? Why did he…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can see—you’re a truly just person. I feel like we’re alike—we both want to do good with pure hearts. I understand how you feel. I used to think the same way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So what do you think now?” Thor looked at Peter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Talking to Peter—someone younger, slighter, less imposing—gave Thor less pressure. It let him step away, just a little, from the rebellious anger he felt toward his father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His main problem communicating with Earth people? First, language barriers. Second—he was deeply wounded and resentful about being banished. Even as an Asgardian, once he was consumed by emotion, he couldn’t hear anyone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Peter carried an infectious, radiant optimism—a quiet belief that no obstacle was insurmountable, making it easier to escape negative emotions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I find talking to you exhausting. Oh, don’t get me wrong—I’m not mocking your accent. Just stating a fact.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And I know I wouldn’t have listened to long lectures back then. Here—let me take you to a friend of mine. His name’s Matt. His actions inspired me. I think he’ll help you too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter started pulling Thor forward. Thor kept shouting: “I’m the prince of Asgard! Nothing needs humans to fix—I can handle it myself—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, alright. But we just handled a problem together. Doesn’t that make us friends? Are you refusing a friend’s invitation?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Peter pulled Pikachu out of his backpack. Pikachu had watched the whole thing—he turned to Thor and said: “Big guy, I gotta say—you took out those jerks pretty well. Especially that punch to the brown-haired one…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pikachu waved his tiny arms, mimicking a boxing motion. “You’ve trained. That thug flew clear across the room—he won’t dare come back to this arcade!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That struck Thor’s pride—he said: “People think I’m best with my hammer and spear. But my fists? Stronger. I just never get to show them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In all of Asgard, only my father outclasses me in hand-to-hand combat!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter was intrigued. “Your moves were awesome—different from human boxing. More like what I’ve seen in movies. Can you teach me? I want to look cool when I fight!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Easy. I’ll teach you two moves later—guarantee you’ll send those weaklings flying!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>————Extra Notes————\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Me, writing a Marvel novel:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Open comic: Ma Dongmei\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Close comic: Ma Meidong\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Open comic: Ma Dongmei\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Close comic: Ma Dongmei\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Open comic: I’ve fully understood Marvel comics now!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Close comic: Wait—is this guy DC or Marvel again…?\u003C\u002Fp>",1625,"2026-06-20T16:39:12.484Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","23c56ba6807b28bd49a2e7fb4d3c57199690d83bc9f8886a7e03b1fd4754d668","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-198","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-196",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]