[{"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-20":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},2322588,4544,"Chapter 20: Chapter Nineteen: The Greenhorn Spider-Man","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-20",20,"\u003Cp>Peter Parker had been enjoying himself lately; since being bitten by that spider, he’d gained extraordinary powers, no longer the powerless nerd he once was—he was now immensely strong and agile, which was perfect for a high school student.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he wasn’t without worries: the doctor he’d been chatting with online had arranged a thorough medical checkup for his whole family, and the results revealed many problems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter himself had no issues—he was perfectly healthy, and the hospital machines detected nothing unusual about him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The problems lay with his uncle and aunt, Old Parker and Aunt May; at their age, some ailments were inevitable, but that wasn’t the issue—the doctor told Peter his uncle had a shadow in his lung, and that was no good news.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone with basic knowledge knew the next words after that were likely either cancer or a tumor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The doctor recommended Ben Parker undergo a full lung examination, but it wasn’t cheap, especially considering the possible need for invasive biopsy later—the Parker family simply couldn’t afford the surgery costs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although medical expenses could be reimbursed, this particular test wasn’t on the list, and no insurance company would cover it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the doctor Peter knew online still worked at this hospital, perhaps Peter could ask him for help—even if this top hospital wouldn’t help, a slightly worse one might be cheaper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Parkers had always lived frugally; Peter rarely owned a single new piece of clothing all year, but he knew his uncle and aunt had done their best to give him the best life possible—they earned so little, and Uncle Ben refused to earn a single cent of ill-gotten gains, surviving on his meager salary while still paying for Peter’s education, leaving absolutely no savings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ben Parker took it calmly; the shadow in his lung didn’t necessarily mean cancer or a tumor—it might just be some harmless inflammation that would heal on its own. He reassured Peter it was probably just hospital scare tactics, but Peter felt deeply heartbroken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t help feeling resentful: Thompson, who always bullied him at school, wore a pair of sneakers costing hundreds or even thousands of dollars, while his own family couldn’t scrape together a few hundred for a checkup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Peter thought: things were different now—he had these powers, so what else could he do but use them to make money?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter was, of course, extremely smart; with his quick mind, he devised the fastest way to earn cash: participating in underground boxing matches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, gambling at casinos might be faster, but Peter knew his spider-sense was unreliable—if it failed, he wouldn’t just fail to earn money, he might lose it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But underground boxing was different: his strength was more than enough to defeat any ordinary man, no matter how brutal or ruthless—they stood no chance against his absolute physical dominance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where in all of New York was the underground boxing scene most thriving? Naturally, Hell’s Kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Peter, a good student who’d never strayed from his books, had no intention of venturing into such chaos; whether out of fear or caution, he wandered near Hell’s Kitchen for days without ever stepping inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, one day, on his way home from school, Peter learned his aunt had twisted her waist and couldn’t afford medicine, so she lay in bed resting—he couldn’t take it anymore; his pent-up frustration turned to rage, and he truly wanted to beat someone senseless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He put on his homemade masked suit; though it looked ridiculous, his body had grown slightly more muscular since gaining spider powers, no longer emaciated, so the overall appearance wasn’t terrible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wandered through Hell’s Kitchen like a headless fly, but since no one could beat him and his spider-sense let him dodge bullets, he eventually found his way in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On Bill Street, two blocks over from Mary Street in Hell’s Kitchen, there was an underground boxing ring run by a gang; after Peter knocked out their strongest enforcer with a single punch, the manager noticed him and recommended him to the largest underground arena at the end of the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, Peter adopted the alias: Spider-Man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything went smoothly; Peter kept winning, and few fighters could withstand his wild punches—his spider-enhanced strength was overwhelming, and within days, he’d earned tens of thousands of dollars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Daredevil had been staying with Shiler for several days; lacking any superpowers, his wounds healed at a normal human rate, but fortunately, the assassin who attacked him had clearly held back—the bullets hadn’t hit vital organs, and after a few days, Matt was much better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So that evening, Matt bid Shiler farewell—he still had his mission to uphold justice; if he stopped because of Kingpin’s assassination attempt, that would be exactly what Kingpin wanted. So Matt wouldn’t just continue—he’d strike back hard at Kingpin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His target was Bill Street: two nightclubs, a casino, an underground boxing ring, and an illegal car modification shop—all belonged to Kingpin; the entire street was under his gang’s control, generating millions in annual profit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Matt’s first target was the underground boxing ring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t forget how his father died—these underground black-boxing rings had no right to exist; they only preyed on desperate gamblers, utterly indifferent to human lives. Matt’s father had been brutally murdered by the gang for refusing to throw a match, wanting to give his son a winning performance, and costing the bookies money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That tragedy gave birth to Daredevil, so Matt would never let any underground boxing ring escape his wrath—in fact, Kingpin’s underground gambling empire had already been severely crippled by Matt’s actions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s precisely why Kingpin had sent assassins after him: as long as Matt lived, Kingpin could never profit from underground boxing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Matt was a seasoned hero—he didn’t storm the ring head-on. His most common tactic was to observe for days, then find a drunken patron leaving the place and extract all the information he needed from him, then target key managers, repeatedly disrupting the betting odds until the gamblers fled elsewhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After observing for several days, Matt heard the name “Spider-Man” from many sources—he learned the newcomer had been dominating the ring lately. Matt had glimpsed Spider-Man once, briefly, but he knew the kid’s lucky streak wouldn’t last long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One day, the underground boxing ring’s owner approached Peter and asked him to throw a fight; anyone familiar with betting rules knew that Peter’s winning streak had driven his odds down drastically—everyone bet on him, almost no one bet against him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Peter lost now, the bookies would only have to pay out to a few people who bet on his opponent, while pocketing all the money wagered on Peter—this would be a massive windfall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Underground boxing was always like this: no fairness, no competition—everything was rigged by the bookies to fleece gamblers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ring owner offered Peter a cut, but Peter wasn’t interested. First, he felt he’d already earned enough—tens of thousands of dollars were enough for Uncle Ben’s full examination, and even if Aunt May needed major surgery, the money would cover it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second, Peter was still just a high schooler, his mind immature; the thrill of consecutive victories had hooked him, and for a teenage boy, asking him to deliberately lose to his opponent was like asking him to climb a mountain barehanded—he’d finally had his moment to shine, and he wasn’t going to throw it away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ring owner said nothing, and Peter foolishly assumed he had no power over him—after all, who could possibly beat him with his strength?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of this was watched by Daredevil, Matt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d infiltrated the venue days earlier, posing as a drunk, slumped in the stands—his heightened hearing caught every word of the conversation between the ring owner and Peter backstage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the next day, Matt was there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Peter entered, the crowd roared as always; Peter raised his hands in greeting, ready to face his next defeated opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A large Black boxer stepped forward; Peter noticed a sly smile on his face and didn’t understand why.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, the fight seemed normal—Peter landed a single punch that sent the boxer flying, but the man didn’t fight back directly; instead, he dodged and evaded, as if stalling for time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Peter felt something was wrong—his stomach began to cramp, his legs weakened, his vision darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his consciousness blurred, the Black boxer punched him squarely in the cheek; Peter staggered backward, dizzy and disoriented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boxer pressed his advantage, and as Peter was struck, his spider-sense activated—he sensed heavy lead weights inside the boxer’s gloves; if he took that hit, his brain might splatter out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter bent over, barely dodging the blow—the crowd booed; Spider-Man had never once dodged in previous matches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter didn’t care—he was in agony, barely able to breathe; the boxer threw another punch, and Peter collapsed to the ground. This wasn’t a regulated arena—there was no proper referee; after Peter fell, the boxer’s fists rained down like hail, and no one intervened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter could only clutch his head as the lead-weighted gloves pounded his body, making him feel his organs had shifted—finally, he couldn’t hold back, vomiting onto the floor as the crowd erupted in curses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knowing they might lose their bets, the crowd’s insults grew even harsher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter had never heard such vile language before—spewed from their mouths and hurled at Spider-Man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before passing out, Peter saw a figure leap from the stands—a cane whistled through the air and cracked against the boxer’s neck; the brutal beating stopped, but Peter could hold on no longer—he fainted.\u003C\u002Fp>",1590,"2026-06-20T16:39:12.484Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","94bbd91e8ee69087f09f72d1b12c921c322044e92de77e2ada7ad8836b44280d","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-21","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-19",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]