[{"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-21":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},2322589,4544,"Chapter 21: Chapter Twenty: Spider-Man and Daredevil","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-21",21,"\u003Cp>When Peter woke again, he found himself in a cramped, dim little room, where a man in a red spandex suit was turning away from him, organizing his gear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter’s whole body still ached, but thanks to his extraordinary healing ability, most of his wounds had already closed. The man turned his head and said, “Kid, you’re lucky—they only gave you a laxative and some anesthetic, nothing stronger. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be awake now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spider-Man’s mutated abilities weren’t at their peak the moment he gained them; they required a series of training and stimuli. Later Spider-Man, whether in strength, speed, or healing, was dozens of times stronger than the Peter of today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Peter had possessed his mutated abilities for some time, he’d only ever fought ordinary people. His powers already far surpassed those of normal humans, so he never thought about improving them further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a result, his bodily functions hadn’t reached the level of complete immunity to drugs. The underground fight club boss had dosed him with massive amounts of laxatives, combined with anesthetics, and it had worked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter said, “I remember you—you saved me, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re just lucky, kid. And you’ve got some unusual abilities, or you’d be dead already.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter was drenched in cold sweat. You couldn’t expect a high schooler to be deeply suspicious of people. Where Peter lived, the people were simple and kind, Uncle Ben too—always teaching him the positive way. Peter had never seen the dark side of human nature. He shuddered and said, “I thought…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he slammed his fist hard against the bed, furious. “I’m going back to teach that boss a lesson! How dare he drug me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t actually think that place has a fair referee, like the World Championship?” the Daredevil asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, I see your wounds are mostly healed. Get out of here, kid. Hell’s Kitchen isn’t for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not some kid,” Peter said. “I’m Spider-Man.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve got a long way to go,” Daredevil said. Peter opened his mouth to retort—when a cane, whistling through the air, stopped beside his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His spider-sense didn’t react at all—or rather, it hadn’t had time to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold sweat trickled down Peter’s forehead. Daredevil’s movement had been too fast—even his enhanced vision hadn’t caught it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Matt had learned from Stick wasn’t some amateur martial arts. Though he was just an ordinary man, his physical stats had reached the absolute limit of human potential, combined with decades of refined martial skill—he was even stronger than the young Spider-Man with his awakened powers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter was just a greenhorn. He swallowed hard and said, “That move was awesome, man—I saw you use it to save me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Peter mimicked a boxing stance with his hands, swaying side to side. Daredevil sheathed his cane and said, “If you really want to be Spider-Man, you’ve got a lot to learn. If you’re interested, come find me here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daredevil wasn’t some soft-hearted do-gooder. In the Marvel universe, he was one of the most ruthless heroes. He saved Peter not just out of pity, but partly because of memories of his father’s death—he didn’t want anyone else to die like that in an underground fight club.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But another part of him wanted to find an assistant. That day, when he’d been ambushed and wounded, he realized he couldn’t split himself in two—he couldn’t evade his enemies while also fighting for justice. But with an assistant, things would be much easier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young Spider-Man fit his expectations perfectly: strong abilities, high potential, but utterly inexperienced and clueless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Peter began showing up at Daredevil’s place every few days. He realized that though his strength was extraordinary, his technique was terrible, and his life experience was minimal. Otherwise, why bother working in underground fight clubs for cash? With this kind of skill, money would come easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Driven by his desire to improve his life and his admiration for Daredevil’s flashy martial arts, Peter quickly grew close to him and learned what he was doing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter admired him deeply, but thought it was utterly unnecessary. What could one man accomplish? The criminals of Hell’s Kitchen were endless—he could never kill them all. If he had this kind of determination and perseverance, he could’ve built a family and a good life doing something else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But soon, as Spider-Man grew closer to Daredevil, he even spent several nights during holidays at his hideout. He saw Daredevil bandage his wounds alone countless times—and his attitude began to waver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daredevil was just an ordinary man. He had no super-healing ability, and worse, he was even more sensitive to pain than most. Every time he bandaged his wounds alone, Peter saw him nearly faint from agony—yet the next day, he still went out to fight crime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Hell’s Kitchen wasn’t as dangerous as Gotham, trying to bring justice here meant constant risk. Sometimes he was grazed by stray bullets in gang shootouts, sometimes he jumped down several stories to escape pursuit, sometimes he took a direct hit in close combat, leaving huge bruises. Every time Peter saw these wounds, he felt a complex emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already come to see Matt as a friend. Of course he didn’t want his friend to suffer—but how could he stop Daredevil?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stop him from seeking justice? Stop him from fighting crime? But Peter was smart. He knew even these excruciating wounds couldn’t deter Matt—how could a few soft words possibly hold him back?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One day, Matt was shot in the calf again by the ninja chasing him. Peter helped him pull out the bullet. He’d never seen a wound like this—the acrid, foul stench of blood made his head spin. The torn muscles went deep enough to expose bone. Peter’s hands trembled with nausea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t yet the Spider-Man forged in blood and iron, the true hero. Any high schooler seeing this scene would’ve been just as shaken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he helped Matt extract the bullet under his guidance, Peter’s throat emitted a dry, strained voice. “Why are you doing this? Is it really worth it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I thought you’d ask me sooner.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daredevil leaned against the wall, shifting his posture—his voice trembled from pain. “I can tell your family isn’t wealthy, but you’ve got someone who loves you, a relatively happy home, a steady life since childhood…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe school’s been rough sometimes, but mostly you’ve been safe. I can see you complain about money—but do you know? You’re already incredibly lucky…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the dim room, Daredevil murmured like a dreamer, his words halting: “I was lucky too. I was born in Hell’s Kitchen—but my father wasn’t a gambler or addict. He did everything he could to protect me, to give me a chance to leave this hellhole and go study outside…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He was a great father. To support me, to get me out of here, he became a bare-knuckle fighter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. Your fate would’ve been the same as his. He refused to throw a match when I came to watch him fight—so the fight club bosses killed him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter’s emotional and physical anguish made him barely aware he was crying. Daredevil was barely conscious from pain, yet he kept murmuring:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You and I are lucky. Others aren’t. Their mothers drank or did drugs while pregnant—they were born addicted. To survive, they either work for gangs or take even more dangerous, inhuman jobs. Because life is too painful, they sink deeper into drugs and alcohol—and their children repeat the same life…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...That’s Hell’s Kitchen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes… I was lucky. I got the chance to leave, to get a higher education, to train in martial arts. Since I was luckier than them, since I gained more, have greater ability…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...What reason do I have not to do this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daredevil often called Hell’s Kitchen “this hellhole.” Peter had heard countless times how people cursed its inhabitants, wishing them all to burn in hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for the first time, he realized Daredevil truly wanted to save this place—he was genuinely determined to pull Hell’s Kitchen out of hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter couldn’t imagine how anyone could even think of saving a place like this. It was impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Daredevil still insisted on doing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter fell silent. As he pulled out the bullet, Daredevil screamed like a dying man—then collapsed, pale and unconscious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter stood in the center of the room, looking at this shabby, broken-down space. There wasn’t even anesthetic or bandages—Matt’s wounds were bound only with strips of cloth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter felt a rage—deeper, fiercer than any he’d felt when complaining about being poor. He thought Matt shouldn’t be living like this. He was steadfast, persistent, and strong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he was a good man. Good men deserve good outcomes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did the underground fight club bosses and shareholders live so comfortably? Even the drunks passed out in their seats got a good night’s sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Daredevil, a good man, endured unbearable pain, sleeping alone in this dark, cramped room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Peter’s limited experience, he couldn’t yet understand these questions—but the emotions churned inside his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He left Daredevil’s hideout and ran through the night streets of Hell’s Kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using his spider-powers, he leapt across rooftops, darting through New York’s night sky. In the distance, casinos and nightclubs blazed with neon lights that never dimmed. But the dark alleys below seemed forever unlit—pitch black, as if dawn would never come.\u003C\u002Fp>",1557,"2026-06-20T16:39:12.484Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","857df943c4e61eaa9fc199469c7a2d95252dbf944003f6ce34664d48cabdf050","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-22","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-20",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]