[{"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-243":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},2322811,4544,"Chapter 243: The Sakaar Ordeal (Part 2)","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-243",243,"\u003Cp>Life in the Red Ring Mine was far more terrifying than imagined, but Thor did nothing and said nothing; several jolts nearly threw him off, yet he showed no intention of changing his posture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When shift ended, the Sakaar overseer walked over and said, “You’re lucky today—it’s not hungry. Get down from there right now, don’t waste my time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The new miners climbed down slowly; one, stiff from prolonged immobility, slipped and fell, his piercing scream swallowed by the abyss, yet no one spared him a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone was lost in the relief of survival, yet terrified of the dark fate ahead—their faces held complex expressions: gratitude mixed with dread, except Thor, whose face was utterly expressionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thor’s odd behavior caught the overseer’s attention; when returning the slaves to their cells, he specifically pointed Thor out to the jailer, who gave a cruel smile and nodded to his companion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The slaves’ quarters were pitch-dark; each cell resembled a coffin, too narrow to turn around, and the so-called meals were merely low-quality nutrient paste common in interstellar markets. Some slaves shouted in their native tongues, claiming they couldn’t absorb the paste, but the jailer didn’t even look at them—the cell fell silent, as if all had surrendered to despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thor stared at the nutrient paste in his hand, squeezing its packaging; having endured years of interstellar war, he recognized it well—but once, he wouldn’t have even glanced at such trash, or rather, even the lowliest Asgardian soldier would never use such inferior paste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he still tore open the packaging with slow movements, tilted his head back, and poured it into his mouth; the harsh chemical taste slammed into his brain, but Thor paid it no mind—he leaned back against the wall again, saying nothing, doing nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, the cell lights dimmed and sank into darkness; Thor awoke again, jolted by searing pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The jailer yanked the iron chain fastened to his shoulder, one brutal tug after another; Thor bled profusely again, yet remained silent, as the jailer snarled, “Are you a mute? Answer me, or I’ll make you regret it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thor stared at him but gave no reply; the jailer, enraged by his gaze, yanked the chain violently—Thor was thrown to the ground, coughing helplessly, his matted, filthy hair obscuring his vision, dust choking his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thor coughed twice, lying face-down; excessive blood loss darkened his vision. He lay there as the jailer dragged him forward by the chain, then planted a foot on his shoulder and yanked the chain outward with all his strength—Thor convulsed in a scream, veins bulging on his neck, protruding from his eye sockets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the spikes were pulled out, Thor’s arm was completely numb; he turned his head, cheek pressed to the ground, and saw the terrified expressions of the aliens in the neighboring cell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he still said nothing and did nothing. His eyes held no pain, no fear—blank as a corpse’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The jailer had achieved his goal; he picked up the same iron chain Thor had used, found another slave in a different cell, and drove the spike into his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thor’s breathing grew slower; he slowly closed his eyes, his face twisted into an indescribable expression of despair—as if all emotion had erupted at once, lasting only an instant before melting into numbness and vacancy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, with sluggish movements, he dragged his broken body out of the cell behind the overseer; dawn’s light made him squint, but he saw nothing, thought of nothing—only kept walking. The chains had left his body, yet the rhythmic “clink-clank” of dragging chains still echoed in his ears, as if they would never cease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several days later, Loki’s body had mostly solidified from its shadowy form, leaving only his right calf still a swirling mass of black sludge; Shiler poured Loki a cup of coffee and asked, “Did you sleep well last night?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Loki said nothing, mechanically gulping the coffee; Shiler glanced at the still-working Venom and said, “You should thank his previous hosts—they were relentless, working nonstop for nights on end; otherwise, you’d still be just a head right now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you thinking?” Shiler pulled up a chair and sat down. “Or rather—what are you regretting?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I...” Loki uttered one word; Shiler continued for him: “You never imagined seeing your brother suffer like this would hurt so much, did you? You thought you’d enjoy watching him broken, tormented, and broken-hearted—felt satisfaction, even joy, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When you realized you couldn’t, you started wondering—why?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You achieved every goal: you beat the hell out of Thor’s allies, left them crippled, stripped your own divine title to start over, and dumped Thor into an interstellar junkyard to struggle for survival...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perfect execution. Brilliant plan. You should be sipping coffee with me now, laughing at Thor’s misery—but you find you can’t even fake it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is a real problem,” Shiler set his coffee cup on the table beside him. “You’ve brilliantly manipulated yourself into this misery. I must say—the title ‘God of Mischief’ suits you perfectly. When you’re cruel, you even deceive yourself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shiler turned back to him and asked, “What made you so certain you’d find joy in Thor’s suffering?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Loki said nothing; Shiler spoke lightly: “I admire how you brothers hurt each other, exploding into fireworks just to entertain me. If everyone were as considerate, life would be wonderful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Shiler placed a hand on the edge of Loki’s bed and smiled at him; Loki stared at that smile—ordinary, human—and saw sharp fangs behind it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Welcome to Arkham Sanatorium. We offer multiple medical services—including rapid bodily repair, restoring your ability to stand within an hour.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Loki stared at him and asked, “What’s the cost?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You clearly know me well. But since you won’t inherit the throne, Thor will pay for you—so don’t worry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Loki looked anything but happy, yet he clenched his lips and said, “...I accept. Do it quickly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright...” Shiler reached out and touched the Venom on Loki’s calf; it paused abruptly, then a pure energy surged around him—the Venom’s mass doubled instantly, its efficiency increasing tenfold or more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But consider this...” Shiler continued. “Your body is repaired, but your divine power and title remain completely gone. You’re now just like your brother—a physically fit ordinary human... oh, wait, your physical condition isn’t even good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shiler looked at Loki’s body and said, “You’re now a pure ordinary human—even weaker than Thor was when he first arrived on Earth. At least Thor was stronger than you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Shu Ting\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As the wisest and most cautious of Asgardians, you wouldn’t be planning to cross vast distances to rescue someone you claim to hate, would you? Hmm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, Shiler picked up his coffee cup and left the ward. Loki lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. After a long silence, he whispered, “Ordinary human...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, conditions on Sakaar had changed—Thor’s uniqueness had been noticed by Prince Yashan, who oversaw the Red Ring Mine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prince Yashan was the youngest son of Red King Anmo Yashan—the very man Thor had seen atop the mine that day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike most Sakaarians, he was slight of build, but his exceptional intellect had long earned him Red King’s favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When brought before Prince Yashan, Thor was gaunt and worn; his once-muscular frame had shriveled from malnutrition, his once-classically handsome face sunken, his eyes deeply recessed—barely resembling the mighty warrior he once was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike the ordinary Sakaarians trapped on this planet, Prince Yashan dipped a finger into Thor’s blood, lifted it to his nose, and sniffed. “...Asgardian?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sneered. “You claim to be the richest, noblest race in the universe—how lowly must you be to exile your own kind this way?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thor stared at him; Prince Yashan continued, “Look—a god of Asgard reduced to my slave. I should summon everyone to witness your disgrace...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are all Asgardians like this?” Prince Yashan paced around Thor. “Then again, you war-mad fools have no brains—your only skill is slaughter, and this is your end. You can’t even mine properly. Fool.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fury flared in Thor’s eyes, but Prince Yashan ignored him, turning to his subordinates: “Take him away. Heal his wounds. Feed him. I need a good fighting dog for next week’s Dueling Tournament.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh! By the way—didn’t High Elder say he captured another Asgardian? They might know each other...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Will High Elder attend next week’s Dueling Tournament? This will be interesting!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prince Yashan laughed heartily. “Asgardians preach unity and honor—I’d love to see two Asgardians fight to the death!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sakaarian who brought Thor said, “I heard the one High Elder captured is his enemy—he once cheated him in a bet. High Elder beat him badly and now has him locked up...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you propose they duel, High Elder will be delighted—and might even speak well of you before His Majesty.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prince Yashan clapped his hands happily. “Quickly, take him away and heal him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he glanced at Thor with disdain. “He doesn’t look like an Asgardian at all. Clean him up. Bring out the golden armor—the one they always wear.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prince Yashan spread his arms and shouted, “Let every Sakaarian witness how noble Asgardians tear each other apart like dogs! Hahahahahahahaha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>————EXTRA NOTES————\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eight thousand votes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m not joking—don’t vote anymore—I have zero draft saved!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You want me to write fourteen thousand words a day?! Just kill me now!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Help...\u003C\u002Fp>",1555,"2026-06-20T16:39:20.726Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","7ac9b4a9ffdb4b5693fb8461af95fd0ec91d02bf393d8e70c7c34ae51c0caaa4","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-244","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-242",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]