[{"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-37":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},2322605,4544,"Chapter 37: Advice Before Departure","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-37",37,"\u003Cp>Shi Ler walked over, picked up the old record player, tapped it, and said, “Hmm… it might be broken; these antique things always have issues.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daredevil couldn’t see, but he was genuinely startled by the music just now; he said, “I never knew these old relics could make this much noise…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter said, “Looks like it’s just like Steve—both are guys who refuse to grow old.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Ler harshly warned his symbiote in his mind: “If you turn the music up this loud again, you’ll never get to drink again!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The symbiote excitedly chattered in his mind, and Shi Ler had to listen for a long time before he understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The symbiote told him that until last night, it had not yet reached adulthood—it was still a juvenile symbiote.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally, symbiotes had no distinction between adult and juvenile stages, but this particular symbiote, specially created by the Symbiote God, was utterly unique—it needed energy to nourish itself in order to grow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last night, the symbiote discovered it had unlocked its genetic library—the code embedded in every symbiote’s DNA—that allowed it to acquire other symbiotes’ abilities, such as splitting and reproducing, infiltrating and controlling other objects, even mimicking or conjuring things out of nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Ler could clearly sense that the symbiote’s speech had become far more coherent, finally no longer sounding like a mindless echo machine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The symbiote told him this was because its genetic code contained the language of its species—the same language the Symbiote God used to curse—and it hadn’t known it before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Shi Ler tried saying, “Nataru?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost instantly, Shi Ler felt a wave of mixed emotions—shock, anger, grievance—pulsing through his mind; the symbiote seemed utterly stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the symbiote explained, Shi Ler learned that their species’ language was unlike human language, unlike any language on Earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The symbiote language was a catalog-sequence language; each syllable they uttered was actually a catalog entry for a vast amount of content, with the true meaning encoded in their genetic library, understandable only to symbiotes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The content encoded in the genetic library was not text humans could comprehend—it required a special organ to decrypt, a highly unique encrypted language; any race other than symbiotes could hear them speaking but understand nothing, because what they spoke were merely catalog entries from their genetic code.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For example, the word “Nataru,” though only three syllables, when input into the symbiote’s genetic sequence, represented nearly half an hour of brainwave data.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The meaning encoded in that syllable was the sum total of all insults in the symbiote language—far dirtier than any curse word on Earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The symbiote said, “That word! You get beaten!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Ler thought for a moment, clearly, another useless piece of knowledge had been added.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Venom was either on Deadpool or in S.H.I.E.L.D.’s petri dish; other symbiotes hadn’t appeared either. Even if they did, why should Shi Ler join them in cursing? He wasn’t the Symbiote God.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steve arrived at noon and missed mealtime; seeing Peter dejected, he asked, “Still haven’t finished your homework? Was last night’s all-nighter not enough?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bullshit all-nighter,” Shi Ler said, pointing a finger. “You’d better ask those two controllers what they went through yesterday—their skill-casting sounds carried two blocks away…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t say it like that—it makes you sound like an antique,” Pikachu said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steve waved his hand. “Enough distractions. Let’s get to the point. I might be going on a mission soon—not anything major—but I want to take Peter along. Good chance for him to train.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ll have to ask Stark—he’s the one Peter signed the contract with.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That rich bastard plans to keep Peter locked in those suffocating labs? What’s he trying to turn Peter into? Another effeminate prick like himself?” Steve said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Ler said, “I’m leaving for a while too. Before I go, I need to see Stark again, but I’m not sure he’ll agree to hand Peter over to you—you know how badly you two get along…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re leaving? Where to?” Steve asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Ler shook his head without speaking; finally, Matt said, “I think Peter really should go with Captain. I’m not biased—it’s just that Peter’s never left the town he grew up in. A boy shouldn’t grow up like that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m heading west. Come to think of it, it’s been a long time since I last went there, but I remember the scenery was quite good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter was already tempted. Matt was right—because of his family’s tight finances, Peter had never traveled. The farthest he’d ever been was the suburbs of New York. Who among American boys didn’t dream of being a cowboy when they heard “the West”?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Peter’s hopeful gaze, Shi Ler raised his hands. “Fine, fine—I’ll convince Stark. But don’t get too carried away. Fieldwork isn’t like lab experiments. Peter, if you get hurt, your aunt will cry a liter of tears.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter covered his forehead—he’d been hoping to go wild.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steve said, “Don’t get your hopes up. This isn’t a vacation, kid. If you mess up, the first one to beat you won’t be the enemy—it’ll be me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are your enemies?” Shi Ler said. “Of course, I only want to know what’s within my clearance level. Beyond that, I have zero interest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steve said, “They’re not particularly tough. S.H.I.E.L.D. found some secret spies out west. ‘Spies’ might not even be the right word—more like a killer organization.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They call themselves ninjas—vanishing without a trace. No one knows who hired them, but they killed a state senator. That in itself wasn’t a big deal, but their leader seems to have bigger plans. And I could use a warm-up exercise.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Matt stood up. “It’s the Hand. Elektra told me—they’ve been searching for Dragon Bones here but made no progress, so they’ve taken local contracts and committed many murders…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“S.H.I.E.L.D. probably knows about this already. Their lack of action suggests the situation is still under control,” Shi Ler said. “More importantly, if S.H.I.E.L.D. wants to uncover their conspiracy, they’ll need patience.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Matt sat back down. He knew S.H.I.E.L.D. had been watching him and his girlfriend Elektra for a long time. Their inaction now didn’t mean they wouldn’t act later. After all, Elektra was a Hand assassin, employed by Kingpin—Matt had to find a way to save her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Ler patted his shoulder. “I know what you’re worried about. You’re clean, so your shadow doesn’t threaten you—but your girlfriend isn’t. You don’t want her to become a spy to save your own skin, because that’s just as dangerous. But I can give you advice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know what Dragon Bones are, but they must be valuable—otherwise the Hand wouldn’t go to such lengths to find them. Do you think Kingpin would like them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Matt immediately understood. Both were criminals, but they didn’t necessarily work together—especially when their interests clashed. Perhaps Elektra could find an opening to escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Steve left, Shi Ler was driven to Stark Tower. Stark was again locked in his lab, frantically tinkering with his armors. Shi Ler looked and shook his head. “If you keep this up, it won’t be me turning into a vampire—it’ll be you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark twisted the wrench hard. “You don’t know what the Army told me yesterday. Ha—they want my armor. Guess what they want to use it for?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Ler didn’t answer. Stark fell silent, stood up, dropped the wrench, and stared at his armor. “You’re right. I can’t just give up what the enemy wants. Now they want to turn my armor into war machines—should I just dismantle them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark muttered to himself: “Even if I destroyed every single armor, what would I gain? Would the world become peaceful? Would war disappear?… They’d just find another way—and the people who could’ve been saved because of me would lose their chance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know you don’t want to give them anything. You refused them outright, right? Then they’d pretend to back down and say, ‘Fine, we don’t want your armor—just give us some regular weapons.’ Isn’t that how it goes?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark pursed his lips. He knew Shi Ler was right. That was their old trick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do I really only have S.H.I.E.L.D. as an option?” Stark said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked over from the workbench, pulled out a chair, sat down, and slumped back wearily. “The most exhausting part is knowing every path is a trap—and still having to pick one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know if Howard knew things would turn out like this when he founded S.H.I.E.L.D. But I think he did—he was smart, just like you, Stark. Yet he still chose it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’d rather I side with S.H.I.E.L.D.? If I choose them now, it’d cut down a lot of trouble. As long as S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn’t crack, no one can take my armor. But I feel this choice will bring me even bigger problems.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you have a third option?” Shi Ler asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t think so. But you didn’t have to say it so bluntly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t have a third option. But you have another choice: choose nothing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Stark could object, Shi Ler said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re stuck in a mental loop, thinking you must pick one side. But you don’t. You can keep delaying. If one side pressures you, hint that the other side offered better terms—you’re already tempted…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Ler said: “You haven’t noticed? This is a buyer’s market. You choose not because someone pressures you harder, but because someone offers better terms.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who can offer terms that would make the world's richest man, Stark, feel moved? As an unprecedented billionaire and scientific genius, wouldn't your demands be perfectly reasonable?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark wore a complex, conflicted expression. “You’re saying… I should act like a woman juggling two boyfriends—pretending to favor whoever behaves better, while actually choosing neither, just enjoying their attention?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have to say, Stark, your damn analogy perfectly captures your damn character,” Shi Ler said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark spread his hands, unashamed. “Who understands women best? Me—the charismatic Stark.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Ler said, “JARVIS, were Pepper’s office cameras working yesterday? I can’t wait to see the heroic deeds of this ‘woman expert’ Stark.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it… JARVIS, you weren’t broken yesterday? You kept the cameras on?? Hey, don’t—don’t pull up the screen! Okay, fine—I admit, I don’t understand some women. Pepper is the worst.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>JARVIS beeped twice. “Miss Pepper has been connected for twenty-three minutes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark leapt out of his chair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just a joke, sir,” JARVIS said. Shi Ler added, “Who understands women best? JARVIS!”\u003C\u002Fp>",1733,"2026-06-20T16:39:12.484Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","0f7f1fbf849b1360efd6445d14919798ee647a24a8ef4b0b2a5088f3127be95b","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-38","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-36",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]