[{"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-22":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},2322590,4544,"Chapter 22: Chapter Twenty-One: The Young Spider","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-22",22,"\u003Cp>Peter, who was running, suddenly felt his spider-sense flare—but his scattered thoughts left him no time to dodge. A gold-and-red armored suit shot toward him at high speed, wrapped its arms around his waist, sped him forward, then hurled him violently to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter was dazed from the impact. The sleek gold-and-red suit hovered in midair. The Spider-Man was shaken badly; he tore off his mask, and a voice came from the suit’s cockpit: “Turns out that guy was right—you really are just a high school kid…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter slammed his fist into the ground. “I’m not a kid—I’m Spider-Man!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark let out a dismissive snort. “Spider-Man? Sure. Your reputation among the gamblers in Hell’s Kitchen is solid—you’ve done one good thing: helped them win a lot of money.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter’s rage nearly exploded. This stranger had attacked him, thrown him down, and mocked him. Peter lunged forward—but Iron Man’s armor arced gracefully through the air, evading the strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young Spider-Man had no combat skills, had never fought a robot, didn’t understand tactical path calculations—and had no way to counter the Mark 5 suit equipped with JARVIS.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spider-Man roared: “You damn robot—I’ll show you what I’m capable of!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Iron Man’s armor landed. “Oh? Show me how you beat those no-name underground brawlers?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark’s tongue was still sharp. The young Spider-Man’s face flushed red and pale in turns. Finally, Stark seemed to lose interest in playing with this kid. He spoke coldly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go back home and finish nursing. New York isn’t your playground. Don’t think just because you’re a little different, you can zip around in the sky. Someone’s already watching you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark had zero affection for this young Spider-Man, especially after learning he used his extraordinary abilities only to fight in underground boxing rings—in his eyes, it was an absurdly foolish choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark had his own pride. Though arrogant, stubborn, and sensitive, the true Iron Man had awakened after his kidnapping ordeal. He looked down on Peter, who still only acted like a reckless child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter stood up and hurled his mask to the ground. “You say I’m running wild in New York—but aren’t you doing the same?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His reason returned slightly. He looked at Stark: “Yeah, I can tell you’re wearing something expensive—this armor isn’t cheap. You’ve got money to burn.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But me? My uncle and aunt are sick. They can’t even afford medical checkups. I need money—so why can’t I fight in the rings? I’m not using my powers to hurt anyone!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark crossed his arms. “Have you ever considered that by having this power and refusing to save others, you’re hurting them already?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter gave a look of utter absurdity, shaking his head side to side as if he couldn’t believe someone could say such a ridiculous thing. “I got these powers myself. I’ll use them however I want. They’re mine—why shouldn’t I use them to benefit myself instead of helping others?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter hadn’t yet experienced Ben Parker’s death. He didn’t understand the meaning of “With great power comes great responsibility.” So now, he firmly believed that since he had these powers, he was entitled to use them for his own gain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One could say his thinking wasn’t wrong—everyone lives for themselves. But Spider-Man was destined to walk the path of a superhero. Peter’s innate kindness and resilience would gradually awaken as he grew older—he was fated to become a superhero.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark, though arrogant and proud, always carried the belief that protecting ordinary people and the Earth was his inherent duty as a genius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark could sense Peter’s emotional instability—he must have been recently traumatized. He said: “I know you have questions you can’t answer now. I once did too. But some things you can only understand after experiencing them yourself—not through any lecture I give you. All I can tell you is: if you keep thinking like this, one day you’ll regret it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, Stark’s armor flew away, leaving Peter sitting alone, defeated and hollow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He truly didn’t understand why everyone opposed him—as if he were born evil. He didn’t understand why, after gaining his powers, he felt more pain than ever before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d earned money, but dared not give it directly to Uncle Ben—his sleep was ruined from nighttime prowling, his grades had slipped, and in his initial excitement over his powers, he’d ignored Gwen’s feelings. Now Gwen was ignoring him too. He wanted to beat up his rival Thompson—but dared not fight at school, so he swallowed his anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This damn power hadn’t brought him any real benefits. It hadn’t lifted him overnight into the wealthy life he dreamed of. He didn’t understand where things had gone wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the cold New York night wind, Spider-Man sat on the rooftop of a Hell’s Kitchen building, lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then his enhanced hearing picked up whispers from an alley behind the building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the back entrance of a nightclub. Two large, muscular bodyguards had been standing there—Peter could see them from his angle, but they couldn’t see him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter saw a bald man in a jacket speaking to his men. His vision and hearing far surpassed normal humans—he saw a circular target-like mark on the bald man’s forehead, and heard him say:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...As soon as we floor the accelerator before he reacts—you know, Andre has a good car. He modified it; it accelerates much faster than normal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stay still at first, so he doesn’t hear us. When he turns the corner, hit him full speed—he’s dead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of his men said: “I know a perfect intersection at the end of Mary Street. There’s construction debris piled up there—the smell of gasoline will be masked…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bald man grinned wickedly. “We have to kill him before that woman does—then Kingpin will know who his most loyal subordinate really is…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter listened half-heartedly from above. From their conversation, he gathered they planned to run someone down with a car. But Peter, freshly humiliated by Stark, felt rebellious: What’s this to me? Just another gang feud. One gangster wants to kill another—why should he care?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Hell’s Kitchen had no good people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter thought this as he slowly walked back. It was very late. He’d told Uncle Ben he wouldn’t be home tonight, so he returned to Daredevil’s apartment. Daredevil was still fast asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter thought maybe his earlier judgment wasn’t entirely right—Hell’s Kitchen did have one good person: the friend right in front of him. And he was too good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter stared at Daredevil’s bleeding leg wound. Meanwhile, the bruises from Iron Man’s throw had completely vanished. Peter suddenly felt it was absurd: Daredevil was truly just an ordinary man—no healing ability like his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why meddling got him so badly hurt. He wanted to learn Daredevil’s martial arts—but had no desire to learn his way of life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he’d stormed down just now and confronted those gangsters, shouting “Don’t commit murder!”—he wouldn’t have gotten any rest tonight. The nightclub had at least a dozen bodyguards—he’d have to take them all down. The bald man might even be especially tough. If he got hit even once by any of them, it’d hurt for hours.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the result? Just stopping a gang war. But what good was that? Hell’s Kitchen had no innocent people. Anyone caught in the crossfire would be another gangster. Why should he risk injury for an entire night over such a pointless matter?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking this, Peter slowly drifted into sleep. In his dream, he used his powers to make a fortune, bought a house on the busiest street in Queens, and moved Uncle Ben and Aunt May into the new, spacious home. They hired a private doctor—Uncle Ben’s illness was cured, Aunt May looked fifteen years younger. Their family lived a rich, happy life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first half of the dream was beautiful. But perhaps because Peter had heard Daredevil’s pained moans during the night, the dream turned sharply dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Peter stepped out, a criminal broke into his beautiful new house. The intruders murdered his uncle and aunt, looted everything. Their neighbors saw the criminals—but not one called the police. When officers arrived, they couldn’t catch the killers immediately. Peter became a wandering ghost, roaming the city, searching for the murderers who shattered his perfect life—but found no clues.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, Daredevil appeared in his dream. Peter confronted him: “You’ve fought so many criminals—why did you miss those few?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daredevil replied coldly: “Only you can bear full responsibility for this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter jolted awake, drenched in cold sweat. New York’s dawn had just broken. Cold air seeped through the window crack, piercing his lungs, making him want to cry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daredevil had also woken. Peter poured him some water. Daredevil said: “Thank you. But you’ll have to do me another favor soon—go to the clinic at the end of Mary Street and bring back some medicine.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1472,"2026-06-20T16:39:12.484Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b1144d1e9dff982f6dd5bfecc1fd9f9cceaf9086d8f258bb2ea7b079a3f6a541","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-23","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-21",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]