[{"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-250":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},2322818,4544,"Chapter 250","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-250",250,"\u003Cp>A gunshot rang out, accompanied by the shatter of glass and a shop clerk’s scream; Peter hastily dragged Gwen behind the corner of an alley, where they saw several masked gunmen entering a jewelry store. Gwen clapped a hand over her mouth and whispered, “Oh my god, call the police!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait…” Gwen tugged Peter’s arm, pointing toward the scene: “That clerk’s injured—he’s been slashed across the artery by glass shards…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Peter’s vision, he had already seen it: the earlier explosion had struck two clerks; one now clutched his neck, blood gushing freely from the wound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He won’t make it to the ambulance—he’ll die!” Gwen frantically pounded the wall. Peter set down his backpack and said, “Wait here, Gwen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait! What are you doing?” Gwen grabbed Peter’s arm. “They’ve got guns and bombs—are you insane?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter glanced back at the scene: inside the jewelry store, the robbers were raising detonators to blow the display cases; another clerk had been shot while fleeing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have to save him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gwen couldn’t hold Peter back. Before he left, she saw a complex expression cross his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She watched as Peter sprinted toward the end of the alley and vanished from her sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gwen slammed her fist against the wall in anger, but the chaos outside intensified, the crowd surging and dragging her backward. Just as she turned her head, a figure swung between the tall buildings—it was Spider-Man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gwen suddenly understood. She gasped, staring at the landed Spider-Man; her arms trembled, yet she forced herself to cover her mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the crowd rushed farther down the alley, Gwen stopped, hesitated, then turned against the flow and walked back toward where he’d come from.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stopping beside a car, she saw Spider-Man punch one robber down, roll on the ground to dodge a bullet, and watched helplessly as the bullet grazed Spider-Man’s body—her heart clenched in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gwen strained to muffle her scream with trembling arms. Spider-Man efficiently took down two more robbers, but one sprinted back to the car, retrieved a more powerful semi-automatic weapon, and opened fire on Spider-Man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spider-Man reacted with astonishing speed—he leapt behind the counter, using it as cover, then shot a strand of web directly into the shooter’s face, blinding him, then leapt out and punched him down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After subduing all four robbers, Spider-Man approached the severely wounded clerk and used webbing to seal his wound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirens from police and ambulance cars blared together. As Peter stepped into the street, he saw Gwen standing behind a car, watching him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gwen’s eyes were red-rimmed, yet she stared straight at Spider-Man, as if searching for some clue on his person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter stood in the middle of the road, sunlight blazing down on him. He clenched his fists, as if making a decision requiring immense courage, then sprinted forward, embraced Gwen, and shot a webline toward a nearby skyscraper, swinging away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amidst the dazzling sunlight, Peter swung with Gwen through the towering buildings of Hollywood, as if passing through a time tunnel into the sets of fantastical epics. Gwen’s hair fluttered in the wind; the people and cars below looked impossibly small.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spider-Man brought her to the rooftop of the tallest building. When they landed, Gwen instinctively reached out to touch his mask. Peter extended a hand to cover hers, then lifted it to his own forehead and tore off the mask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Light froze. Time halted. Peter’s hair danced in the sun, turning into golden threads, while the surrounding dust amplified the music, as if echoing the grand adventures unfolding across this city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amidst the silent symphony, Peter in his spider-suit held Gwen tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, for the first time, he kissed her—under the brilliant daylight, within the pure white glow—their figures merged into the light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Light passed through them, falling upon the shattered jewelry display from the robbery, where a glittering gem lay on the ground, shining with dazzling brilliance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the light dimmed, the gem’s radiant glow faded into a mysterious, subtle shimmer. A whip snapped through the air, its slender tip curling around the gem. Catwoman leapt onto a beam, hanging upside down by the whip, watching Batman enter the jewelry store.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She waved at Batman with a smile. “Bye-bye—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she arched her body into a graceful acrobatic move, sprinting along the beam before leaping out the back door, Batman chasing her closely behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath a vast full moon, the city became silhouettes, two tiny figures leaping between skyscrapers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman’s cape billowed behind him, the wind’s resistance like a black hand gripping him, holding him back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind his mask, his eyes locked onto the slender figure. Batman didn’t know—he was chasing a criminal… or chasing love?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he grew more absorbed, his vision fixed solely on her. When he felt the drag behind him, he reached back, seized his cape, and tore it off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he leapt from the rooftop, Batman caught Catwoman in his arms, then fired a grapple toward the opposite building’s edge. When they landed, his discarded cape flapped loudly in the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long, ambiguous kiss, Catwoman embraced him, pressing her ear to his chest. “Your heartbeat’s racing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So is yours.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wildness returned to Catwoman’s brow, tinged with mockery and madness. She traced her fingers along Batman’s face. “You think I’d drown in that dream?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wearing a beautiful gown, listening to your flattery, dancing and chatting with you—Batman, don’t be foolish. That’s not us…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The madness in her eyes only deepened Batman’s fascination. Her voice was like a devil’s temptation: “That life is wonderful. That dream is beautiful. But it’s not us…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...You’re insane.” As Batman spoke, the resonance in his chest traveled along Catwoman’s fingertips. She pressed closer. “If you were someone else, I wouldn’t mind that dream—where I’m a poor girl from the slums, and you’re a wealthy magnate…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You gave me everything—money, jewels, love. You drowned me in the world’s most exquisite gems, took my hand, danced and kissed me, then walked into a church… until we entered the grave…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Catwoman pressed her finger against Batman’s chest. “But that’s too ordinary.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Catwoman looked into Batman’s eyes. “I’m insane—I turned away from that life to become a thief.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Batman… Batman… but what if I weren’t insane…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...how lonely would you be?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Catwoman felt Batman’s body stiffen. His gaze held complex emotion, as if something long buried had surged forth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you’re a man who dresses as a bat, then I’m a woman who wants to become a cat—we’re perfectly matched.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Catwoman released her hold on Batman, stepped back, and said, “Otherwise, who do you think we are?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If this were a movie, I’d tell you now: no matter who you are, I love you—I’d encourage you, give you courage…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then you’d remove your mask, reveal your true identity, confess your love, and kiss me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But we’re not filming a movie…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Catwoman’s gaze held no sorrow or disappointment—only a playful ease. “So I’ll tell you this: whether you’re Batman or not, how many souls you have—it doesn’t matter to me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Why?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because we’re both insane, Batman… and that way, neither of us is alone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman stared intently at her. The light in her eyes entranced him, nearly drowning reason, silencing instinct’s warnings. His deep voice echoed between them: “You’re truly insane…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...So am I.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His reply was a kiss—a kiss from a cat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this deepest night, beneath a low, soothing nocturne, two madmen and monsters embraced, exchanging their absurd, twisted love.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like an old black-and-white film, the purest white light of one universe and the darkest night of another clung to their lovers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their fates, absurd as cinema to each other, played out in turn above this city that had witnessed countless tales.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rebirth: Riding the Wave of a Great Era”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Click.* The projector shut off. Schiller pulled out the old videotape. As the interwoven black-and-white light faded, the friends from another era slumped sleepily against the sofa—only he remained awake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Films from the last era were unremarkable—formulaic plots, crude visuals, unimpressive techniques, uninspired scenes. Halfway through, they induced drowsiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet in morning light and sunset, Schiller stood before the projector, carefully returning the two tapes to separate boxes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the projector’s hum ceased, the room fell utterly silent, and sleepiness washed over Schiller.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked to the window. The alloy frame and wooden sill merged in hazy light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From outside, only this single window glowed—a lone figure within, looking solitary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the flickering shadows behind him were startlingly lively, like a film woven from countless fates across two universes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Click.* The room’s lights went out. The two universes bid each other goodnight, and all fell still—awaiting the next opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>————EXTRA NOTES————\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Interlude 2260-0006, cut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Interludes are the perfect place to mess around. Turns out, I prefer montage over depth—just montage, that’s all.\u003C\u002Fp>",1463,"2026-06-20T16:39:20.726Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e88ef3bf06008b5e0d0018a4d5eeff875ca25146f71162665b260180e1eaf121","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-251","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-249",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]