[{"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-26":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},2322594,4544,"Chapter 26: Chapter Twenty-Five: The Drunkard Symbiote","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-26",26,"\u003Cp>The symbiote’s learning speed was astonishing; barely half a day after Shi Ler replicated this ability, another voice in his mind could already communicate with him through clear brainwaves—though it could only express simple emotions, this was already extraordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that he could communicate with the symbiote, Shi Ler planned to test its abilities, assuming it was similar to Venom—just like in the movies, if he shouted “Mask!” it would ooze out, envelop him in sticky goo, and sprout two large white eyes, a mouth full of sharp teeth, and a long tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The symbiote directly sensed the image in Shi Ler’s mind and sent a stream of denial brainwaves, repeatedly echoing one phrase in Shi Ler’s thoughts:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I won’t be sticky, I won’t be sticky, I won’t be sticky, I won’t be sticky, I won’t be sticky…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed the symbiote had sensed Shi Ler’s distaste for that slimy texture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be honest, Shi Ler merely didn’t want to harm this newborn creature—he’d need it as a loyal assistant. He wasn’t actually averse to the symbiote’s slimy texture; he was utterly repulsed by it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how powerful the symbiote, its texture—like a pile of rotting mud—was deeply unnerving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eager to prove it wasn’t sticky, the newly learned gray mist, before Shi Ler could react, took control of his body, stood up, and in an instant, Shi Ler’s perception of the world transformed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lost his eyes—or rather, he lost his entire physical form—and gained tens of thousands of sensors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Ler suddenly perceived every minute detail within the clinic bedroom, signals flooding his brain—not as visual images, but as direct sensations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His vision had never been sharp enough to discern the uneven fibers of the blanket, yet now he sensed them. At first, the flood of data overwhelmed his brain, but quickly, the symbiote—a second thinking organ—processed it all and fed back refined information. The sheer volume of detail gave Shi Ler a sense of total control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, Shi Ler realized he could regulate this state, so he began deploying all sensors to spread as widely as possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until the sensors reached the bedroom’s full-length mirror—Shi Ler saw himself as a mass of gray mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, he had lost his entire body and become a drifting, shapeless fog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every particle within the fog became a sensor; tens of thousands of symbiote particles rapidly wove into a vast information-gathering network, leaving no detail uncollected—wherever a particle could penetrate, nothing remained secret to Shi Ler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For instance, Shi Ler could see the arrangement of iron atoms inside the electric kettle; if he focused, he sensed the distribution of oxygen in the air and the presence of rare gases. This microscopic perception—down to molecular and even atomic proximity—made the world far grander and more vivid than when he was merely human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank heaven, you’re not some slimy mud-symbiote,” Shi Ler thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gray mist seemed to feel praised; it sent a wave of joy and, eager to demonstrate its power, directly controlled Shi Ler’s fog form to disperse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gray mist no longer clumped together but spread evenly like ordinary fog, soon blanketing Hell’s Kitchen in a hazy veil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless particles grew more dispersed yet continued transmitting diverse signals to Shi Ler’s brain; as the range expanded, the data multiplied hundredsfold—but with the symbiote processing it, Shi Ler could simply focus his attention on one area, even sensing a gang war erupting six blocks away in Hell’s Kitchen’s core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could feel the trajectory of every bullet fired in the crossfire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He concentrated, searching for a bald man with a target symbol on his forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gray mist instantly locked onto him, transmitting every microscopic environmental detail to Shi Ler’s brain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This ability was overwhelmingly powerful—wherever the fog reached, no one could escape Shi Ler’s awareness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Ler knew his own brain would have gone mad processing such overwhelming data, but this symbiote seemed born with this capacity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the thick fog, every particle’s input was rapidly categorized, filtered, and prioritized—in an instant, if Shi Ler focused on what he wanted to know, he simply knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was like a player using a god’s-eye view in SimCity, able to observe every movement within the fog—no detail escaped the gray mist’s infiltration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, these miraculous particles could penetrate objects internally to sabotage them—disrupting stable molecular structures, turning matter instantly to powder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the gray mist told him this ability only worked on objects with stable molecular structures and failed if any other force interfered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet even so, it was already an immensely powerful ability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When reverting to human form, Shi Ler could gather his body from any fog-covered location—meaning, within the gray mist’s range, he could vanish from one spot and reappear instantly elsewhere, endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this couldn’t fully replace teleportation, since transforming into fog, dispersing, condensing, and reforming took time—far slower than a true blink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marvel affairs were temporarily on hold: Daredevil Matt was recovering; Spider-Man wanted to follow Stark and learn to be a superhero, but he had final exams and needed to catch up on missed coursework, leaving no time to roam; Stark, tormented by Nick Fury’s bald head, spent days locked in his lab tinkering with armor, rarely stepping out—so Shi Ler slept, returning to the DC universe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after returning to DC, Shi Ler discovered a troubling flaw in this symbiote within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in DC, Shi Ler was organizing his gear. Since Jonathan’s arrest, his supply of fear toxin had dwindled—but he’d previously emptied Jonathan’s entire stock, leaving only concentrated, high-quality toxin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was diluting the remaining fear toxin, preparing to transfer it into spray bottles for easier use.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fear toxin had no effect on Shi Ler, so he didn’t need to seal himself off like Jonathan—his apartment’s only two living beings, Shi Ler and Pikachu, were immune, so he didn’t care if it leaked during experiments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Added to his lack of chemical training, he violated roughly two hundred lab rules per minute: no gloves, no mask—barely the start. After each session, his apartment always reeked of low-concentration fear toxin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time was no different. After a series of wildly nonstandard dilution steps, he barely managed to portion the toxin into separate spray bottles—when suddenly, a cascade of excited signals erupted in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tasty tasty tasty tasty tasty give me give me give me eat eat eat eat eat…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Ler froze. Was the symbiote saying fear toxin was tasty?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suddenly recalled comic lore about symbiotes—especially Venom—how they consumed chocolate instead of human brains because they contained a substance called “phenylethylamine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This chemical triggered brain excitement and existed in both human brains and chocolate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did fear toxin contain it too?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Ler considered—it was highly plausible. Fear toxin triggered the deepest human fears and activated negative emotions; it was unlikely Jonathan hadn’t used this chemical in its formulation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now it seemed he hadn’t just used it—he’d used a lot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How do you eat it?” Shi Ler asked in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The symbiote didn’t understand either—it only knew this substance was irresistibly attractive. Shi Ler had no choice—he pulled out a bottle of diluted fear toxin, sprayed it directly under his nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, the symbiote in his mind surged with excitement, screaming repeatedly: “Tasty tasty tasty tasty not enough not enough not enough more more more more…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fine, Shi Ler thought—the symbiote’s appetite must be huge. He grabbed a small vial of undiluted, liquid fear toxin and poured it straight into his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had no taste, but instantly, the symbiote inside him went into chaotic euphoria.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It blasted him with a long stream of brainwaves he couldn’t comprehend, then screamed in his mind using every word it had just learned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a while, mist began to seep from Shi Ler’s body—darker than ordinary gray mist, almost black. Shi Ler sniffed—it smelled like fear toxin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fine, Shi Ler thought—high-concentration fear toxin must be like liquor to the symbiote. The gray mist was drunk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the symbiote’s reaction mirrored a human’s: first it threw a drunken tantrum, babbling nonsense, then it vomited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mist surrounding Shi Ler was surely the gray mist’s vomit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gray mist recovered quickly—but once sober, it still begged Shi Ler for more liquor. Shi Ler firmly refused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it clearly wasn’t giving up—it whined pitifully in Shi Ler’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Ler sighed helplessly. How had his symbiote become a drunkard?\u003C\u002Fp>",1400,"2026-06-20T16:39:12.484Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","0539caea6e71a175b925e92ab4a791b7a474615844bdacc3a947eac41e4aca3a","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-27","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-25",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]