[{"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-4":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},2322572,4544,"Chapter 4","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-4",4,"\u003Cp>Schiller saw that Stark was indeed on the edge of madness; his mental state was a mess, and with telepathy, Schiller could feel his chaotic, tangled thoughts even through walls, giving him a headache.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller took a deep breath and walked in; Stark looked up, rolled his eyes, and gave Schiller a massive side-eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked somewhat worn out, but not disheveled; the consequence of his pride meant Schiller could sense he was on the verge of collapse, simply refusing to show it in Pepper’s presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller cleared his throat; Pepper glanced worriedly at Stark, then turned and left. Schiller sat across from Stark and said, “Mr. Stark, may I ask you a question?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you going to ask? Some mystical philosophical nonsense? Or those utterly useless psychological theories?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sigh, neither. I just want to know my hourly rate.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark was clearly stunned by the question; he said in utter disbelief, “What did you say?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I mean, I want to know the price of my psychotherapy session. I was drunk when Pepper discussed the fee with me, and I’ve forgotten everything since I woke up,” Schiller said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark was speechless; he waved his hand and said, “You shouldn’t pick an abstract topic—those generic therapist clichés… like the meaning of life, or the object of your sorrow…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, that’s the next step—after the consultation officially begins. But first, I need to confirm you can afford my fee.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark’s eyes widened in shock; he said, “What?! Do you even know who I am?! Good God, are you some primitive savage? Don’t you recognize me? Don’t you know this is Stark Tower?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, I know you’re rich, Mr. Stark—but how much money you have and how much you’re willing to pay are two different things.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...How much?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One million dollars an hour. Non-negotiable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Take it! Take it! You greedy, insane doctor—are you crazy? One million dollars! I could hire a dozen beauties for my yacht…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I vaguely recall someone saying he was very rich.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark was truly rendered speechless by Schiller; he said, “Are you sent by Pepper to torment me? Fine! Go tell her! She succeeded! I already explained that my last party was just to say goodbye to my exes—not to get back together with any of them. Why won’t she believe me?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller said, “A dozen beauties on a yacht won’t make you feel better, sir—not when you feel like you’re about to die.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark’s exaggerated gestures froze. He stiffened, turned to look at Schiller, his gaze suspicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller sat calmly and said, “You’re terrified of death—but perhaps what frightens you most isn’t death itself, but the chance to undo your mistakes…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bullshit. Who are you? Who the hell are you?” Stark’s emotions flared; he said, “Did Pepper tell you something…? No, she doesn’t even know—you…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark stared straight at Schiller and said, “Don’t play these tricks on me. I don’t believe in any damn mind-reading nonsense.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s no mind-reading in this world—only psychology,” Schiller said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood up and told Stark, “You’re welcome to keep avoiding it. After all, my fee is one million dollars an hour. If we keep dawdling, I’ll be able to buy a new car.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark’s head throbbed from Schiller’s alternating seriousness and rambling; he said, “How did you figure it out? Through that ridiculous psychology?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That doesn’t matter. What matters is, the only advice I can give you is to solve the death problem first. Of course, you might think I’m oversimplifying.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But the method is…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller paused. Stark stared at him. Schiller said, “Pay fifty percent upfront. Then we begin the next phase of treatment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark was practically steaming out his ears; he laughed bitterly, picked up the phone, and called Pepper: “My sweet, where did you hire this vampire doctor?… Yes, he’s charging me one million dollars an hour…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller snatched the phone and said, “Miss Pepper, Mr. Stark calculates his one million dollars per hour as the cost of a dozen beauties on his yacht…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he hung up, shook his phone, and said, “Payment will arrive in five minutes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark kept glaring at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark crossed his arms and said, “Go on. I want to hear what you’ve got.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you avoiding?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? What am I avoiding?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ask yourself. The answer lies within you—not in Pepper’s frantic calls or your exes’ ambiguous texts. I mean it…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller leaned on the table, arms crossed, adjusted his glasses, and said, “I’ve never encountered such a bizarre case. Unique. Extremely rare…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark shuddered and said, “Hey, I’m not into men. Keep your distance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re not as absurd as you pretend. I know someone very much like you—he disguised himself as a playboy, a careless fool who never thinks about tomorrow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But he was brilliant—too brilliant. So he kept waiting for someone to give him an answer… an answer from his past.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark stared at Schiller. Schiller stared back. Stark whispered, “I’ll give you two million dollars. Leave. I’ll tell Pepper your treatment worked. I…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I’m not mistaken, Miss Pepper is listening right now,” Schiller said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark fell silent. Schiller said, “Two million dollars. I’ll give you a method that actually works.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Deal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Everything you’re seeking lies buried in the past you avoid most. I saw it in the news—the founder of Stark Industries… your father…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough,” Stark said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned away. Schiller couldn’t see his expression. Stark’s voice trembled as he said, “Pepper will transfer your fee. Leave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...He’ll give you a second chance at life. God bless you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“GET OUT OF HERE!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Schiller left, Stark smashed the wine glass on the table. In the SHIELD office, Nick Fury pressed his earpiece and said, “Immediately investigate a psychologist named Schiller. I want all his records—now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Schiller left, his account received a large sum of money. He smiled contentedly: though Stark was a nightmare now, you get what you pay for—he was happy to help this rich bastard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And soon, another surprise came: Schiller discovered he could replicate Spider-Man’s abilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason he hadn’t had this ability before wasn’t a system glitch—it was because Peter hadn’t been bitten yet. Now that Spider-Man’s powers had manifested, Schiller could replicate them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller clicked replicate and received “Spider-Sense (Basic).” Compared to the shock of gaining telepathy, this felt mundane. Schiller felt his senses slightly sharpened—he could see farther, hear more clearly—but as for intuition, he hadn’t noticed anything yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt a pang of disappointment. He wished he could have Spider-Man’s physical strength. But since it was a weakened version, it probably just slightly improved his athleticism—not enough to swing between skyscrapers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spider-Man didn’t start out with that much power. His abilities developed gradually. So far, they seemed only slightly beyond human limits—not exaggerated at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But since Spider-Man’s storyline had begun, Peter’s uncle might soon be in danger. Schiller thought for a moment, then sent Peter a message: “How are you? Want to come to the hospital? I’m a doctor—I can refer you to a reliable trauma specialist.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter replied quickly: “Whoa! You’re a doctor? That’s so cool. Which hospital do you work at? What kind of doctor? Are you an orthopedist? But I don’t think I need a surgeon—I’m really happy right now. I think Gwen’s about to say yes to me…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller said, “I still advise you get checked. Animal bites aren’t something to joke about. We could meet up too…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter hesitated. Meeting an online friend wasn’t a good idea right now. He’d just gained his powers and was buzzing with excitement—he didn’t want to do anything else. Schiller said, “You could bring Gwen along. I’m at Elder Council Hospital. I can arrange a free full-body checkup for you both, then you can go to a café nearby…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter was tempted. His family was poor—he’d never had a proper checkup. And everyone in New York knew Elder Council Hospital’s name. He said, “Thanks, but I’d like to bring my uncle and aunt. They’re older. I know that might be too much. If you can’t, just forget I said anything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller thought for a moment. This might be better. He said, “Fine. I’ll book you for this weekend. You can also invite Gwen and her family—I have plenty of slots available.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter happily called Gwen. He’d always relied on her help—because his family was poor, she often brought him snacks and yogurt. He always felt guilty for never being able to repay her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this was a perfect chance to make up for it. Elder Council Hospital wasn’t easy to get into—even if Gwen’s father was the NYPD commissioner, booking a full-body checkup meant waiting months, or worse, getting denied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter felt things were going incredibly well lately: he’d gained superpowers, his online friend turned out to be a doctor at a major hospital—apparently even a specialist—and now his uncle and aunt wouldn’t think he was wasting time chatting online.\u003C\u002Fp>",1481,"2026-06-20T16:39:12.484Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","4510f9b6fb9b6e5132556880156cacefc3e9e56d1b42c5b669d82c8e245d3743","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-5","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-3",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]