[{"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-48":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},2322616,4544,"Chapter 48: Off-Field Technical Guidance","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-48",48,"\u003Cp>Shieler and Stark stood together before a damaged Mark 2 suit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark said: “Listen, the problem right now is that the braking system is completely destroyed; before any modifications, we need to fix it first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying this, he picked up a wrench and stepped forward, beginning to bang and tap on the suit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shieler stood behind him and said to the symbiote in his mind: “No, you can’t eat his brain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But his head looks delicious, really delicious, smells amazing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shieler crossed his arms, one hand pressing his forehead, rephrased his words, and said: “You can’t just eat people’s brains because…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shieler paused for a long time, thinking: Well, this species may look bizarre, but their taste is surprisingly consistent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eat his brain, we can make our own,” the symbiote said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark remained oblivious, fiddling for a while, then tapped the nearby railing with his wrench, moved to another spot, and continued tinkering while saying: “Magic armor? That sounds great. I think it’s some kind of special atomic force—what do you think is its best application? Oscillation? Or extreme compression?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shieler asked in his mind: “...Best application? Oscillation or extreme compression?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Decomposition and reconstruction,” the symbiote said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Decomposition and reconstruction,” Shieler said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He placed his hand directly on the still-unrepaired joint; a large section of components flashed, then returned to place—brand new.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark stood up, eyes wide, arms crossed: “This so-called magic of yours looks far stronger than the zero-gravity trick you demonstrated.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m awesome I’m awesome I’m awesome I’m awesome…” the symbiote began screeching again inside Shieler’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shieler said: “Fine, fine, you’re awesome.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to admit, the symbiote was still more useful than magic—his current magical ability was only low-tier, good enough to scare people, but when it came to real action, he still relied on the symbiote.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shrink the armor, can make it very small,” the symbiote said inside Shieler’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shrink the armor,” Shieler said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve already considered this—my Mark 5, in later versions, was meant to compress into a briefcase, but it’s still not fully developed, so I can’t carry it around freely yet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think the briefcase plan is too conservative.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even smaller?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How small do you think it can get?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shieler asked the symbiote in his mind: “How small do you think it can get?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A bottle of fear toxin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Compress it down to the size of a small bottle of fear toxin?” Shieler asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I want to drink it,” the symbiote said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shieler rolled his eyes—he was haggling now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the symbiote happily finished a bottle of wine, he said: “A cigarette can be compressed to the size of a cigarette.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Shieler told Stark, Stark excitedly paced around the room, saying: “This is truly atomic-level structure and reassembly—if so, maybe it can be even smaller than a cigarette, perhaps even nanoscale…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can it be smaller than a cigarette?” Shieler asked in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, but it will explode when deployed,” the symbiote said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Shieler told Stark: “Actually, it can be made smaller, but I can’t guarantee the deployment is safe.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark said: “Anyway, let’s get started—create a technology that leaps ahead of its time, then I’ll hand all my old armors over to the military—they can deal with the trash, and I’ll save on e-waste disposal fees. Pepper will be happy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The benefits of being instantly armed are endless!” Stark clenched one fist and pounded it against his other palm: “I could even fit the full JARVIS system into a smartphone—a phone with such a powerful AI assistant, can you believe it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shieler said: “...God bless JARVIS.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a while, Stark took the slightly worn Mark 2 down from its rack; before he could even look closely, a swirl of gray mist passed—and the Mark 2 vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Shieler reappeared, holding a metallic cigarette, which he handed to Stark. Stark: “That’s it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What else do you want?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shouldn’t there be some incantation… I mean, rituals, a wand…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need—that’s too low-tier,” Shieler said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark blinked, suddenly filled with boundless wonder about magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But later, this expectation nearly drove Strange insane—he was just a sorcerer, how could Iron Man treat magic like an omnipotent god? Every time he did anything, Iron Man just said, “Let’s leave it to the omnipotent magic!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he heard the Supreme Sorcerer needed preparation to cast, Stark called Strange a “low-tier sorcerer,” making Strange nearly snap his staff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regardless of how Shieler’s behavior would later drive Strange to despair, right now he left Stark pleasantly surprised: “How do I turn this into armor? How do I wear it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shieler asked in his mind: “How does he turn this into armor? How does he wear it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The symbiote burped, drunk: “Think about it in your mind.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shieler said: “Think about it in your mind.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark paused, then hesitantly recalled the Mark 2’s original armor deployment method in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost instantly, the Mark 2 clad his body—no transition, pure atomic-level reassembly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark said: “What’s the principle behind this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shieler asked in his mind: “What’s the principle behind this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thought disturbance,” the symbiote said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shieler told Stark: “Thought disturbance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You mean brainwaves? Or bioelectricity?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The symbiote inside Shieler’s mind was too drunk to answer, so Shieler said: “Don’t try to explain magic with science—it works, that’s enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark’s mind burned with curiosity—he wanted to start researching immediately. He turned on Shieler: “Alright, alright, I get it. Your magic. Wait—I’ll use it better than you someday.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he showed him the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shieler was practically escorted out of Stark Tower, but he wasn’t angry—Stark always acted like this once his experimental itch kicked in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He returned to the clinic to find Steve waiting. Steve greeted him: “Nick sent me to fetch you—he wants to see you. I think it’s about Stark.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shieler shouted into the air: “Ten million dollars an hour—how’s that, Director Nick?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re gouging me,” a voice suddenly came from Steve’s waistband.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shieler shrugged: “Fine, I was going to invoice you a hundred million.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence on the other end, then: “Add fifty million in late fees…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Deal,” Shieler said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, Shieler arrived at S.H.I.E.L.D.’s international reception center. Nick, wearing an eye patch, shook his hand, then they sat facing each other. Coulson poured them coffee—espresso for Shieler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shieler downed his coffee in one gulp, but Nick sipped slowly. Shieler spoke first: “Business first, or invoice first?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Invoice first,” Nick said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a while, Nick asked: “I know Stark gave the armor tech to the military, but that’s not important—we don’t want those armors.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You want him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“S.H.I.E.L.D. was founded by his father.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you bring that up now, you’ll never get him to join.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And if you want him to join, go talk to him yourself—don’t come to me. I’m just a psychologist, not his father.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re not asking you to persuade Stark—we know he won’t listen. What do you think of our idea? A team of specialists?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s decent, but it depends on who they work for.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not for S.H.I.E.L.D.?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then who does S.H.I.E.L.D. work for?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nick frowned, swiftly changed the subject: “Alright, we’d like to invite you to join…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You said it’s a team of specialists—I’m just an ordinary guy. My long jump has never exceeded three meters.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nick opened his mouth—he felt Shieler was treating him like a fool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Listen, we don’t care how you vanished and reappeared hundreds of meters away, or where that yellow rat with a Canadian accent came from, or how uncannily accurate your psychological analysis is—but a neurologist personally told us you threatened him with a floating pen…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shieler said to the symbiote in his mind: “You can’t eat anyone’s brain anymore—except Strange’s.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shieler said: “Do you believe magic exists?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Some scientific forces created these specialists—so I believe other forces created others. Are you one of them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, I’m just an ordinary man. But I can trade you an intelligence for my freedom.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“About what? Magic?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. I believe you have satellite access permissions—check where a missing New York internet connection leads.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nick frowned, but Shieler said no more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The New York Sanctum’s wireless network still relied on modern internet infrastructure, not any magical network—only magic concealed the access route.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Nick bothered to investigate, he’d find traces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shieler didn’t refuse outright because, in future major events, he’d need the Avengers to save the world—he wouldn’t waste his own energy fighting lizard men or Red Hulk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At most, he’d offer minor help for his own safety, so he needed to stay connected with these superheroes—so he could later be a refreshingly unorthodox… shit-stirrer.\u003C\u002Fp>",1431,"2026-06-20T16:39:12.484Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","bd1ea9f85bee6903fea585d447a926352df3d0e4ecb07ddf93204d1dae1b08f1","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-49","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-47",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]