[{"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-2":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},2322570,4544,"Chapter 2: Chapter One: I Became Batman","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-2",2,"\u003Cp>Gotham City, a morning that was neither bright nor particularly warm, Wei En set down his coffee cup and heard the clack of his colleague Anna’s high heels; soon after, a blonde American sweetheart stormed in with a scowling face and said, “The idiots at the new student registration desk called in sick—cover for them today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei En said, “I’ll go, but you’re buying this coffee.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ll never get to bed me!” Anna roared. Wei En happily grabbed his coffee and walked out of the café, glancing at Gotham’s perpetually overcast sky, beginning his fifth day here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his previous life, Wei En was a psychologist; after a plane crash, he was dumped into this damnably quaint city. Fortunately, he wasn’t a hero or a villain—just a quiet, stable university professor, back in his old field: professor of psychology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei En was enjoying the thought of another day of slacking off when his mental system chimed: “Peter Parker has sent you a chat request.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he walked toward the registration desk, he replied mentally: “What’s up, Peter?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey! I’m starting my internship at Oscorp tomorrow! You have no idea how rare this opportunity is for me! And Gwen… I mean, she’s going too—we’re going together, it’s amazing! We can discuss genome helices, those super cool machines…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei En silently thought: No girl wants to talk about this stuff, Spider-Man, snap out of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since arriving here, Wei En had gained a “Comic Book Chat System.” His first unlocked contact was Spider-Man Peter Parker, a chatterbox who had already spent four and a half days detailing his crush on Gwen, his desire to pursue her, and his crippling fear of rejection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei En encouraged Peter while walking to the registration desk, sat down, and began organizing forms, waiting for this year’s new students to arrive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But strangely, in all the days Wei En had been here, he’d never seen the Bat-Signal lit, nor any villains causing trouble—life was so peaceful it felt like the city truly was as quaint as they claimed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, students began arriving one by one, clutching stacks of paperwork; Wei En’s job was to record their names and dorm assignments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Next!” Wei En called without looking up. A line had formed; a boy sat down. Wei En asked, “Name?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bruce Wayne.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bruce… Ma Lei Dorm 2, Room 306…” Wei En wrote automatically, then froze mid-stroke. He lifted his gaze, studying the boy—blue eyes, black hair, strikingly handsome. He said, “Wayne?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Indeed, I am Wayne.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei En repeated, “Ma Lei Dorm 2, Room 306. Didn’t you hear me? Take your form and go—everyone’s waiting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now it was Bruce’s turn to be stunned. He picked up the form and asked, “Which department are you a professor in?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Psychology. Don’t enroll in my class, kid.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bruce had piqued his interest, but Wei En was exasperated—Batman was just starting college! No wonder he hadn’t seen the Bat-Signal!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How bad was his luck? Batman enters university, and he gets reincarnated as a university professor!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei En had a thorough understanding of the danger level in Batman’s stories, especially this eighteen-year-old brat Bruce—a damn playboy!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bruce said nothing. He took the form, thanked him, and left. After finishing the registration work, Wei En was about to return to the professor’s dorm to sleep when he remembered he’d left his keys in the office. As he climbed the office stairs, he met a tall, thin professor. Wei En said, “Hey, Jonathan, you here to pick something up too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, you forgot your keys in the office again?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, right—Anna rushed me this morning, I forgot. I’ll grab them and come right down. See you tomorrow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“See you tomorrow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Wei En and Jonathan passed each other, a cold chill crawled up his spine—Jonathan… Jonathan Crane!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The supervillain Scarecrow!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jonathan, facing away, didn’t see Wei En turn back and stare at him with deadly intensity. Had he not just learned Batman was in college, he might never have remembered—his mind now flooded with memories of Scarecrow: Gotham University psychology professor, Ph.D. in psychology and chemistry, future mass murderer using fear toxin—Jonathan Crane!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei En took a deep breath and kept walking, his pace unchanged. This Jonathan wasn’t Scarecrow yet—Bruce was only eighteen, hadn’t graduated, hadn’t become Batman. Jonathan wasn’t yet the world-famous psychologist—he was merely known in the niche field of emotional psychology. Wei En himself was more famous…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei En was currently the world-renowned master of criminal psychology and aberrant psychology, a celebrated psychological researcher, and Gotham’s most famous psychology professor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Jonathan’s demeanor had been polite… so what? Wei En couldn’t synthesize toxins! He was a pure humanities scholar; Jonathan was a chemistry Ph.D.!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, mastering math, physics, and chemistry lets you go anywhere unafraid…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei En knew clearly: Gotham’s grand stage, its bloody curtain, was about to rise. And he was still just a powerless scholar, a weakling who struggled to carry a chair—a purely intellectual type. He couldn’t even handle the named supervillains, let alone the background thugs—any random punk with a gun could kill him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fears became reality: the next morning, as usual, Wei En sat at the university psychology clinic, slacking off, freshly brewed coffee in hand, when a sharp knock came at the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Professor Wei En, may I come in?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei En took a deep breath—this damn clinic actually had students coming? I’m here to slack off, you know? Paid vacation, don’t you get it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside stood Bruce Wayne!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei En gritted his teeth and said, “Sit down, student. What psychological issue are you here to discuss?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can’t I just come chat if I have no issues?” Bruce spread his hands, his playboy demeanor unmistakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei En adjusted his glasses and said, “This is a place for psychological counseling. If you have no issue to discuss, you may leave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei En swore his tone had been more dull than an airplane announcement—but Bruce still asked with interest, “Alright, then let me ask one question: What do you think is the meaning of life?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei En took a deep breath and opened his Comic Book Chat System in his mind. He remembered that after guiding Peter Parker’s romantic troubles, he’d earned a random chat opportunity. He quickly typed in his mind:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A kid who lost both parents, vowed revenge on all criminals, and hides behind a playboy facade—now comes to ask me the meaning of life. I want him to stop bothering me. How do I answer? Need reply urgently.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A reply appeared quickly: “I am a teacher. Regarding your question, I believe you should exercise patience and offer this unfortunate child psychological guidance from two perspectives…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei En looked at the chat name: Charles Xavier!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course—the founder and headmaster of Xavier’s School, naturally his specialty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But noticing the avatar, Wei En realized Charles’s image was clickable. He clicked it mentally—a dialog box popped up: “First chat: randomly copy one low-level ability from the chat partner. Copy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei En, confused, clicked “Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Telepathy (Low-Level) loaded.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei En felt his vision blur, then a flood of noise surged into his mind—countless unfamiliar emotions crashed through him, overwhelming his senses. After a long moment of adjustment, he realized: he’d indeed gained a fragment of Charles’s ability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Telepathy was Charles’s signature power—when paired with a brainwave amplifier, it could brainwash all of humanity. But what Wei En received was a severely weakened version: he could only vaguely sense the other’s emotions and fleeting thoughts, not read minds directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, it was enough. Wei En focused on Bruce and sensed his emotions were chaotic—yes, not the carefree facade he projected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Based on Batman’s life story, Bruce had just returned from traveling the world, enrolled in college only to maintain his Bruce Wayne persona. The real Batman already despised this dull, mundane life—every drop of his blood screamed “revenge,” “revenge against those criminals.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Bruce, the professor before him had suddenly fallen into deep, quiet thought. Wei En had unusual gray eyes—and when Bruce met that gaze, his sharp instincts screamed: he was being watched, penetrated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Wei En spoke: “Perhaps you’ve been waiting for someone to give you this answer—a definitive one. If knowing it will give you something else to do, so you’ll stop bothering me, then I’ll give it to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? What is it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Revenge.” Wei En stared into Bruce’s eyes. Beneath Bruce’s darkening expression, he held his gaze and repeated: “The meaning of life is revenge.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ignoring Bruce’s face, now as dark as Gotham’s sky, Wei En asked, “Are you satisfied, Mr. Wayne?”\u003C\u002Fp>",1427,"2026-06-20T16:39:12.484Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","0feb26b0c2bb2e7065772f54a2135a9b4b9464bd25309dcf133e5769995522b2","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-3","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-1",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]