[{"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-32":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},2322600,4544,"Chapter 32","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-32",32,"\u003Cp>I’ve never met anyone as annoying as him—I bet if he were on the battlefield, his own officers would’ve shot him dozens of times already!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steve paced back and forth in the center of Schiller’s psychological clinic living room, arms crossed, fists waving, loudly voicing his opinions, looking like an enraged lion, his military demeanor unmistakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steve said: “I should’ve tackled him right in the waist and seen if that damn iron shell cracks like glass!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why Steve was so angry? It all goes back to last night…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last night, Peter finished his final exams and naturally couldn’t wait to roam New York—he’d been cooped up for weeks studying and missed terribly the feeling of slicing through the cool night air above the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But recently, his relationship with Gwen had heated up quickly; after the exams, Gwen naturally invited him to a party, thinking Peter was too reclusive and needed to socialize more with classmates, so she dragged him along to the post-exam celebration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter really wanted to be a superhero, but love is a hero’s grave—he adored Gwen too much. In the end, Peter agreed to Gwen’s invitation, and they happily went off to the party together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller wasn’t the only one who anticipated Peter would be out wandering after his exams—Tony Stark, the genius, was also watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark had a legitimate reason for seeking out the Spider-Man: Peter’s homemade web-shooters had shown Stark his scientific potential, and he planned to talk to Peter about interning at Stark Industries during the break, so he could also design him a proper spider suit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Stark was arrogant, he had his limits—he knew he couldn’t just fly his Iron Man armor into Peter’s school; that would be too shocking. So he waited for Peter to emerge after exams, hoping they’d meet again over the skyline of New York.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His plan was perfect—except Peter chose romance over superheroics. Iron Man hovered over New York for ages but never saw that swinging figure between the skyscrapers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he didn’t find Spider-Man, he accidentally ran into someone else who was also searching for that swinging kid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Captain America could leap between skyscrapers without any webbing—he was no naive kid like Peter; his strength had been forged through relentless training, and his control over his body surpassed anyone else’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could find the kid Schiller described, he spotted a flashy gold-and-red suit hovering beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steve stopped atop a high-rise building; the suit hovered in midair, and a voice came from the other side:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look who we have here—another little hero? New York already has one swinging spider-kid; what’s your codename? Aryan Superman?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steve said: “I thought modern people had better manners. So who are you? A steel warrior in a turtle shell?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t know Iron Man? Where are you from, a museum? Don’t tell me you’re dazzled by my awesome armor—haha.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Iron Man was indeed gaining fame in New York. Though Stark’s rescues were crude and direct, his armor was undeniably dazzling—countless bystanders had recorded his heroic silhouette, and a small fan club even built a dedicated website, making him well-known across America.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am indeed an old relic,” Steve said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But even relics know basic manners—shouldn’t you tell me your name before speaking?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark had no qualms revealing his identity—he could tell this man possessed extraordinary abilities; no ordinary person could leap ten meters in a single bound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since they were both in the same line of work, there was no point hiding anything—he said: “As you see, I’m Stark. Who else but the owner of Stark Industries could develop such an advanced suit?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steve’s expression changed abruptly. He said: “You’re Stark?… Your last name is Stark?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then what’s your relationship with Howard Stark?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The suit landed, and he replied: “Don’t bring up that name, you weirdo—what does he have to do with me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You have no relation to him, yet you inherited Stark Industries…” Steve’s expression grew even stranger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Stark could continue mocking, he was struck by a tremendous force and launched backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, Captain America was no current-day Spider-Man. In the comics, he’d shattered Stark’s armor more than once. This version of Stark’s armor hadn’t undergone multiple upgrades yet—Iron Man was far from his peak. But Captain America? He remained at his peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sparks erupted inside Mark 5; JARVIS issued an emergency alert. Stark, stunned, tried to maneuver the suit free—he’d never encountered a monster like this. Steve’s strength made the high-grade metal alloy shell crack like cookie dough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steve grabbed his waist, slammed Stark onto the ground, then swung his fist—several punches shattered the suit’s faceplate. JARVIS screamed alarms. Stark roared: “Electrify it now!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>JARVIS said: “Discharging current will destroy the suit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I said—electrify it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a thunderous crack, Mark 5 erupted in blinding electricity. Steve was flung backward; Stark fared worse—he was violently ejected from the suit and crashed to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both were charred black, hair standing on end from the shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You damn thief!” Steve said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark said: “You’re insane! Why’d you attack out of nowhere? I don’t even know you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I was friends with old Stark!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steve stood up immediately, grabbed Stark by the collar, and demanded: “How did you get control of Stark Industries? Where’s Howard’s heir? What did you do to him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>JARVIS suddenly spoke in Stark’s earpiece: “According to Mr. Schiller’s micro-expression analysis logic, there may be a massive misunderstanding.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark snapped off his earpiece. “Do I need micro-expressions right now?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at Steve. Though his collar was gripped, he still tilted his head arrogantly: “I suspect you don’t understand English—I never said I had no relation to Howard…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steve stared at him like he was a senile idiot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it! I said that—but that’s not what I meant!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark looked away, reluctantly admitting: “He’s my father. But my genius creations have nothing to do with him…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steve flung his arm forward, hurling Stark to the ground—he cried out in pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steve crossed his arms. “You’re nothing like Howard. Your father was a brave warrior. You—you have no idea how utterly annoying you are.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, Stark’s arrogance was etched into his bones; anyone who met him would think him impossible to get along with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark sat up, shouting: “Are you delusional? How could you possibly know my father? Is this some past-life thing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steve had no patience to explain. He’d gone out tonight hoping to find his target, but instead encountered Howard’s heir—and the old friend’s son had turned out utterly warped. It left Steve deeply irritated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Steve heard wind rushing—but lost focus for a moment. A new suit swooped in, grabbed him, and hurled him down to the street below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The height wouldn’t kill Captain America. Steve rolled twice upon landing, then looked up to see Stark on the rooftop, smirking. The new suit had fully deployed, its faceplate rising as Stark said: “Looks like you really might’ve been friends with my father—my friends don’t react this slowly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he flew off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steve slammed his fist into the ground in fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And thus began the scene of Steve raging at Schiller’s clinic about Stark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Stark had been a stranger, Steve wouldn’t have been this furious. But he’d fought shoulder-to-shoulder with Howard. The thought that his old comrade’s son had become this… made Steve both furious and ashamed—he felt he’d failed his duty to guide him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Steve left, Coulson called Schiller.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dr. Schiller, I must admit my earlier praise may have been polite flattery—but now, it’s completely sincere.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Captain’s suddenly full of energy. He came back and immediately stormed into the training room, knocked out over a dozen instructors. Director Nick Fury talked to him about forming a special ops team—he agreed instantly, even demanded a custom training room from the agency.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My God, Captain America—he’s been reborn!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller smiled. “Emotions that drive people upward don’t have to be duty or ideals—they can also be anger.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coulson, confused, said: “Captain seems angry… what happened? Did he run into trouble?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s got a minor problem—but it’s one you can’t solve.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, Schiller hung up. His doorbell rang. Peter, still in his school jacket, backpack slung over his shoulder, opened the clinic door and waved: “Hey doc—you won’t believe how amazing that party was…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller sized him up—Peter had clearly been drinking. He’d just come from the party, probably too stinking of alcohol to go home, so he’d come here instead. Schiller said: “You really owe Stark thanks—he took a beating for you…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spider-Man blinked, utterly confused: “What?”\u003C\u002Fp>",1423,"2026-06-20T16:39:12.484Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","58a7ebc7ff8dcb5475f11eac2e57e50dc6331edebf7d3f5796260cf15a0f507d","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-33","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-31",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]