[{"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-242":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},2322810,4544,"Chapter 242: The Sakaar Pilgrimage (Middle)","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-242",242,"\u003Cp>Amid the crisp clanging of metal and shrill shouts, the slaves, long curled in darkness, emerged from the prison cart dazed; Thor was no exception, his expression still vacant, even pain unable to draw a single sound from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the red giant, the Sakaar overseers swung massive iron whips, lashing the slaves into a line and forcing them toward the mine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thor moved slowly through the line; ahead of him was a green-skinned creature, slender and dwarf-like, while behind him was a tire-headed being with four arms and a centipede-like lower body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The line teemed with all manner of bizarre aliens, many clearly not native to this galaxy—obviously, they had been cast here from distant star systems millions of light-years away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Races capable of interstellar travel had advanced civilizations; many of their alien members had evolved into pure intellects, unburdened by labor, and most had once lived in luxury—this torment was unbearable for them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The green-skinned creature ahead of Thor muttered complaints; his speech sounded like gurgling water, hard to decipher, yet the tone made clear he was cursing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they passed a Sakaar overseer, the green-skinned one kept talking; the strong Sakaar swung his whip, striking the creature’s back, sending him writhing in agony on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several Sakaar overseers laughed, kicking the green-skinned one in the stomach, watching him vomit blood before he lay still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One Sakaar grumbled, picked up the green-skinned creature, carried him aside, and hurled him into the air like a sack of sand—his body impaled on a sharpened wooden stake, skewered like meat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thor’s lips trembled; his arm twitched, but he turned his head away, motionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Sakaar overseers turned their attention to him, for among these aliens, Thor’s physique was exceptionally strong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiaoshuting\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A whip cracked across Thor’s back; he staggered and fell, sitting on the ground groaning but saying nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sakaar cursed, kicking him, but he remained silent; this silent, unresisting prey, this lifeless toy, failed to satisfy their violent, bloodthirsty urges—they merely seized the iron chain slung over Thor’s shoulder and dragged him upright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thor moved like a sandbag tied to a rope, rolling along the ground before stumbling back to his place in the line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Throughout, Thor remained silent, his eyes buried beneath heavy brows, his face caked in grime, his once-glorious golden hair matted with mud, clumps clinging to his cheeks; his shoulder wounds had begun to scab, but before healing, fresh blood welled as sharp spikes scraped against them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pain forced him to hunch his body; each step sent the iron chain scraping the ground with a rhythmic “tap-tap.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The line stretched endlessly beyond the Red Ring Mine; those ahead moved one by one into the mine’s dark caverns, swallowed like ants by a chasm’s gaping maw—none of them made another sound. Perhaps they never would again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fine dust scattered from footprints, blood dripped onto the ground, the clinking of chains echoed constantly; as Thor reached the mine entrance, he lifted his head slightly and saw a Sakaar, thinner than the overseers, standing above the cavern mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gazed down at the line of slaves entering the mine, his eyes filled with deep mockery and malice; Thor heard him speak in the universal tongue of the Tianlu Star System: “I gave you trash a chance at rebirth… I am your god… thank me…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Thor’s silhouette vanished into the cavern’s shadow; at the final moment before stepping into darkness, he turned back to gaze at the colossal planet floating on the horizon, its ring system shimmering, hazy and mysterious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze seemed to pierce billions of light-years of space, toward Asgard, toward his former home, carrying resolve and sorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the screen, Loki remained silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Loki clenched his lips, his eyes unmoving, fixed straight on the magical screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Sakaar was called the cosmic junkyard, precisely because countless advanced interstellar civilizations dumped their waste here, the Sakaar collected their technology and forged a unique school of engineering—called “Frankenstein tech” or “waste recycling.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short, Sakaar possessed decent technology—at least higher than humanity’s—but they still needed to collect “trash” as slaves for manual mining because the ore in Sakaar’s mines was uniquely resistant to mechanical extraction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Red Ring Mine was a large facility in southern Sakaar, owned by the planet’s ruler, the Red King; it produced a rare mineral called “Sakaar Stone,” whose peculiar trait was that it only manifested when observed by a living being—otherwise, it remained pure void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without intelligent observation, it would not appear; thus, many slaves were forced into the dangerous mine to stare at these observer-dependent minerals. After processing, Sakaar Stone became a core material for cloaking fields favored by advanced interstellar civilizations, with strong demand in the galactic market.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Consequently, Sakaar had a mature industrial chain: junkyard owners like Redwing lurked at common dumping sites, collecting trash—and the aliens who fell with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those like the red giant were long-haul truck drivers, transporting these alien slaves from junkyards to the mines to work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once inside the mine, slaves weren’t forced into brutal physical labor, but that didn’t mean the work was easy; indeed, if a slave caught the attention of a long-haul driver and was sent to the arena to fight monstrous aliens, he was already lucky—because once inside the mine, a slave’s death rate was one hundred percent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sakaar Stone mining did not occur in physical tunnels, but within a collapsed fragment of dimensional space; when space fractured and dimensions collapsed, the danger was self-evident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After being led into the cavern, Thor was assigned to the southern zone; the lead overseer said: “You’re lucky, trash—this is an excavation site chosen by His Imperial Majesty, so we’ll let you live a little longer. If you learn the terrain, you might even become a veteran miner and survive here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Thor passed through the tunnel and before him stretched not a mine he had ever seen, but a vast abyss filled with endless star rivers; floating within it were diamond-shaped fragments like mirrors, intersecting and drifting, while brilliant beams of light lashed at them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the complex fragments, wooden supports carved with strange patterns lined a spiral staircase clinging to the wall, descending slowly; Thor saw aliens of all kinds clinging to these supports, staring fixedly in one direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nearest to him was a humanoid creature, its limbs unnaturally elongated; with its slender limbs, it had an advantage, wrapping its long arms and legs tightly around the carved wooden support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Thor saw: when a fragment suddenly glowed, the alien pressed a button embedded in the support—a laser struck the fragment, shattering it into scattered starlight, which was then collected by a magical orb and drifted to the other side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But a miner farther from Thor was less fortunate; when the same fragment flashed, he pressed his button, but the laser did not shatter it—it refracted into many thin beams, which struck the wooden supports where other miners clung; instantly, shouts erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then a long tentacle yanked the failed miner from his grip on the wooden support; Thor saw, in the direction the tentacle extended, a vast fish-like mouth—the tentacle hurled the miner into it, and he vanished without even a scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Work hard,” the Sakaar overseer called out. “Or he’ll eat you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Driven by the overseer, Thor reached the lowest wooden platform, received a whip lash, stepped onto the beam, and chose a support to stand on—but at this height, glowing fragments were scarce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You must press the button the moment the Sakaar Stone glows—remember, only when the light is brightest. If you press too early or too late, the mining laser won’t shatter the stone, and the beam will destroy the platform beneath you. Fall, and you’re dead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The overseer sneered: “And don’t think slacking off helps—if you fail to harvest even once a day, you’ll be dinner tonight…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, the entire platform shuddered violently; a deep “rumble” rose from the bottom of the starry abyss; even the strong overseer staggered, and one alien just stepping onto a platform was thrown off entirely; the veteran miners clung to their supports, using their body shapes to grip tight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shaking is common in the fractured dimensions—if you don’t want to die, hold on tighter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thor nearly fell too; only now did he realize the red giant who brought him here had acted with malice—he had driven spikes and chains into Thor’s shoulder, rendering one arm useless; under these conditions, Thor could not hold on long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Thor showed no reaction; his gaze remained vacant, his movements sluggish. He had just stabilized himself when another tremor struck—he was already at the platform’s edge, yet made no effort to adjust his stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, on the hospital bed, Loki’s body healed rapidly—or rather, Venom worked with terrifying efficiency; half his body had already reformed from its spectral haze, and Sheer saw that at the very instant the cavern trembled on the magical screen, Loki’s hand gripped the railing with crushing force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange also saw the motion; he exchanged a glance with Sheer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sheer whispered: “Someone’s losing patience… but I won’t say who.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1524,"2026-06-20T16:39:20.726Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","36d0f202443d1c3f2e869987ea35b3c1a6bf0a1deadcf154a6da0c7de80a1bca","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-243","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-241",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]