[{"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-51":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},2322619,4544,"Chapter 51","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-51",51,"\u003Cp>“...Tony won’t see me now. I know he’s disappointed, but I hope you can tell him the Air Force isn’t satisfied with the tech he’s given them—they want more... My superior, General Johnson, hinted they plan to team up with the Army to pressure Stark Industries...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Or perhaps they have deeper schemes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rhodes said over the phone, and Shearer asked him: “Have you been pushed out of the power circle? Why? Because you wavered?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rhodes fell silent for a moment, then said: “No, General Johnson never trusted me. I used to serve under General Anderson, and their relationship was terrible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So he forced you into this, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shearer sighed and said: “What if you can’t withstand the pressure there?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Rhodes could answer, Shearer added: “Tony isn’t avoiding you because of the Air Force. There’s an internal problem at Stark Industries—he needs time to recover. He hasn’t left his house in days.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rhodes’s tone remained flat, like his personality—always serious, rigid. He said: “We all know Stark Industries isn’t unified. Someone inside must be colluding with the military, and it’s definitely a high-ranking official.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He continued: “The military’s access to Stark’s tech data is too fast, too detailed—it’s abnormal. I don’t have more info yet, but I don’t want Tony betrayed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You want me to tell him this? But maybe you haven’t considered—he already knows. That’s why he’s delayed...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know he’s too soft-hearted. Otherwise he wouldn’t have compromised with the military for my sake. But this is too serious. If he keeps hesitating, something terrible will happen...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Shearer heard a noise. He turned and saw two meteors streak across the window, followed by two brilliant beams flashing through the sky. A violent explosion erupted at the horizon—the two beams twisted together and plummeted downward. As he stared out the window, he said into the phone: “...It’s already happened.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shearer hung up and instantly dissolved into gray mist, slicing through Manhattan’s districts, tracking the falling beams to an abandoned warehouse in New York XC District.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This landing site was chosen by Stark—only here, in this rare derelict urban zone, would the fall not harm civilians.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shearer slowly solidified his form. Before he could enter, his phone rang again. Rhodes spoke urgently: “Send me a satellite ping—I’m coming right now. Tony might need my help!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shearer held the phone, flashed to the warehouse roof, and looked down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, Iron Man, clad in gold-and-red armor, wrestled with a massive robot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The robot was not Iron Monger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its entire body was pitch black, with golden accents at certain joints—larger than Iron Monger, yet more grotesque.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shearer said into the phone: “Situation changed. You’d better hurry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battle below was fierce. Iron Man wasn’t outmatched by the giant robot, but during the descent, he’d been forced to carry it toward an uninhabited area, leaving no time to adjust his landing angle—his armor’s left side was now malfunctioning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t his usual street-fighting against thugs. Even with JARVIS’s AI calculations, Iron Man was struggling. Clearly, the robot had been designed specifically to counter him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Iron Man soared into the air, dove low, wrapped his arms around the robot’s waist, and slammed it into the wall. A thunderous crash followed—part of the roof collapsed, burying both of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Iron Man’s condition worsened. His entire shoulder armor was damaged; one arm was nearly useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the giant wasn’t unscathed either. After the brutal impact and an electric shock, a large section of its cockpit was torn off—but no pilot was inside. It was clearly being remotely controlled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Realizing this, Iron Man devised a tactic. He pretended his armor had failed, crawled out from the fallen steel beams, then feigned defeat, collapsing to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The giant robot struggled out of the debris, saw Iron Man lying still, and grabbed a steel rebar, aiming to thrust it through Iron Man’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As it leaned forward to exert force, Iron Man suddenly surged upward, kicked its knee, then delivered a crushing elbow strike to its head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The giant robot’s upper body was overly bulky—powerful, but unstable below. The elbow strike landed solidly; it staggered and toppled sideways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Iron Man prepared to repeat the tactic—using electric shock combined with impact—the giant robot suddenly began smoking. JARVIS screamed alarms. Iron Man retreated swiftly—but too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive mushroom cloud erupted inside the warehouse. The roar carried for blocks. It had self-destructed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, the robot’s designer made its upper body so large for a reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside was a powerful bomb—substantial yield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Shearer pulled Stark out of the armor, his face was covered in blood. At least three ribs were broken; his ankle and arm also appeared fractured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark himself had no superhuman abilities. His mind was brilliant, but his body was clearly weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark struggled to raise his arm, wiped the blood from his eyes, saw Shearer, and exhaled in relief: “In my pocket... phone... JARVIS will summon another armor. Check if anyone’s nearby... the blast was too big...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, his head had taken impact. Shearer lifted his eyelid—severe ocular hemorrhage. He pulled out a small vial, poured out a pill, and made Stark swallow it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The high-concentration analgesic worked quickly. Soon, Stark said: “This thing was made for me. It counters my armor perfectly—even predicts my movements. I can’t believe...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can’t believe who might betray you? The person who knows you best? If you have time for that, build more armors. One punch each, you’d win.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know I shouldn’t hide in the lab. But I just needed to process this. Don’t expect me to be a zombie without feelings.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark now looked utterly defeated. His face was etched with despair and loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark coughed hard, a trickle of blood ran from his lip—clearly, the impact had damaged his airway. The high-dose painkiller’s euphoric rush surged through him; he seemed dazed, murmuring:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I always knew his friends weren’t good people—just as rotten as he was. I thought...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No. Or maybe he’s right. Stark isn’t worth trusting. He only ever disappoints...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shearer laid Stark’s head flat, checked his pulse—heart rate was low. He wanted to take him away immediately, but Stark, drunk on painkillers, refused to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, his will to live was fading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Shearer sat cross-legged beside him. Nearby lay the wreckage of Iron Man’s armor. A smoking crater from the giant robot’s explosion lay just a few feet away. The entire warehouse was shattered—steel beams and concrete shards littered the ground. Everything looked like a post-apocalyptic ruin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shearer asked Stark: “Obadiah was more like your father than Howard, wasn’t he?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark didn’t answer. He lay as if asleep. After a while, he whispered slowly: “When I built my first robot, Uncle Obadiah was thrilled. He said I was a genius, just like my father.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I always heard my father’s name from him. He described him as perfect—intelligent, upright, resolute... righteous...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In my early memories, whenever he mentioned Howard, it was always with admiration and nostalgia.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But later, I started hating hearing that name... and he stopped mentioning it...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark’s voice was hoarse, barely audible, gasping for breath: “I saw a photo of them together—on his desk. They were young, full of vigor...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe like you and Rhodes.” Shearer said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No. It’s nothing like that. Completely different.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m nothing like Howard. Nothing. Rhodes isn’t like Obadiah. You and I? We’re complete opposites. We’ll never be their copies. Never...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that, Stark fell silent. The painkiller’s effect quickly sent him into unconsciousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Rhodes arrived and saw Stark’s severe injuries, he slammed his fist hard against the armor wreckage. Shearer said to him: “Right now, his mental state is worse than his physical wounds.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aren’t you a psychologist? Can’t you talk some sense into him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m a psychologist, not God. Clearly, he’s hit a dead end. He believes everything he’s suffering is retribution—his own, his father’s, Stark Industries’.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I am a psychologist, but not God; clearly, he has now walked into a dead end. He believes everything he is suffering now is retribution—his own retribution, his father’s retribution, Stark Corporation’s retribution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ask him. He once said he’d never retreat for his family. But now, it looks like he’s ready to walk away from it all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rhodes turned to look at Stark lying on the ground. “If he has to pay one price, maybe it’s for his brilliant mind... and his sensitive heart.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He said you two are complete opposites.” Shearer said. “He has his armor. What do you have?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you have a heart steady enough?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do you have a heart firm enough?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo De turned back, gazing at the Baofei  machine before him, saying nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>",1441,"2026-06-20T16:39:12.484Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","2424e1ecdf30d9e2fb95125ee0e77a953a016adbddb2855ab8a4be2eafaf2aad","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-52","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-50",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]