[{"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-59":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},2322627,4544,"Chapter 59","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-59",59,"\u003Cp>“Later, take this report to Mrs. Feltone in the Academic Affairs Office. Of course, anything related to the club can wait until after final exams—I doubt students have much free time for such matters now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Evans nodded, holding the files in his arms. “Indeed, almost everyone is studying hard; even those who used to skip class have been frequenting the library lately.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller flipped through some papers on his desk, then handed him another stack. “Though I told you the entire book is important, I know your current level makes memorizing it all impossible. Here’s the scope for your paper topics—get them to finish reading it quickly…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, Bruce knocked on the door. Evans said, “I won’t disturb you further, Professor. I’ll arrange everything as soon as possible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bruce entered and sat down naturally in a chair. Schiller, tidying up the textbooks on his desk, asked him: “You’ve finished reviewing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course. It wasn’t that much.” Bruce was quite proud of his intelligence and memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’d better make sure your paper passes. Otherwise, I’ll call your butler… what’s his name again?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh, Alfred, Professor. My butler’s name is Alfred.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, right. If you fail this exam, I’ll call your butler Alfred.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bruce fell silent for a moment. “Alright… give me more materials then…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had a strange feeling: Schiller’s utterly casual “call the parents” attitude made him feel like a child, and it irked him—but the moment he imagined the scene, Bruce decided he’d better go back and reread his books.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you planning to do over the break?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have a lot to do—you know that. What about you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The chief physician at Arkham Asylum called me yesterday. We’re old classmates. He’s overwhelmed and invited me to help out—I plan to bring two students for internships.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? Who are you taking?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve already spoken to Falcone. Evans is definitely going—he’s top of the class with excellent grades. As for the other, I haven’t decided yet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bruce was about to speak, but Schiller cut in: “But it definitely won’t be you. Your grades are terrible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bruce smirked. “The eastern docks haven’t calmed down yet. Without the Edward family, things are getting chaotic again. I’ve been busy every night—and so has Gordon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I suspect your nights are busy with more than just your vigilante work. How’s that heart-stealing thief?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bruce said: “My only other business lately has been helping Selina—her friend Maggie hasn’t been well, so she hasn’t been out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Though…” Bruce smiled. “Our righteous lawyer, Mr. Harvey, seems to be stirring up something.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller raised an eyebrow. “He’s falling for a girl from Gotham? That’s rare. Who’s got that much charm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Christine. It’s Christine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The cheerleading squad captain? But isn’t she a Batman fan?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The old principal was sent back to prison because Harvey helped Christine testify against him again. And thanks to Harvey’s defense, the old man has no excuses for medical parole—he got 137 years. He’ll never walk free again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You know, dazzling in court, commanding the room—how could a girl not be grateful and impressed?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller rubbed his brow. “Hmm, our lawyer certainly has luck with women.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Bruce left, Schiller returned to his apartment. His mind was still chatting with Green Lantern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew this state well—Green Lantern was exactly like Spider-Man right after gaining his powers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, he’d received the Green Lantern ring from the alien.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to Peter, Hal was more mature—he was older, held a pilot’s license, and had far better psychological resilience than a high school kid. Even while excitedly chatting online, he revealed nothing about the alien or the magical ring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller chatted with him for a while, then clicked his avatar—and found Green Lantern’s abilities had indeed been copied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller clicked “copy.” This time, the delay was long—and no system alert came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a while, he suddenly felt a faint hum coming from the symbiote inside his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He called out to the symbiote several times, but got no response. Eventually, the system chimed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ring World loaded.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Schiller puzzled over this, the symbiote suddenly sent a burst of excited brainwaves. Then Schiller felt something on his finger—he looked down. It was an ancient, silver-gray ring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller was baffled. System abilities couldn’t copy external objects. Even if it had copied Green Lantern’s ring, it should’ve been green—why was it gray?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the symbiote gave him the answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Green Lantern was a uniquely special hero. His majority of abilities came from the Green Lantern ring: shaping green energy weapons, energy fields, teleportation, healing—all granted by the ring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Therefore, the system’s copied abilities required a carrier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller had no Green Lantern ring, so the system transformed the symbiote’s gray mist into the carrier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So the carrier is you… what’s the ring for?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing. But it looks nice.” The symbiote replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine.” Schiller said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced at his finger. The ring was plain—a simple silver-gray band with a few wavy patterns. Unassuming. The only odd thing: it sat on his ring finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How do I use this ability?” Schiller asked the symbiote.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Think about it in your mind.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller closed his eyes and focused. Soon, a patch of gray mist appeared in his dark vision. It expanded. A flash of white light—and his consciousness stood on an island shrouded in gray mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The island was small—he could see its edge at a glance. He directed his view to the edge and looked down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the island lay a vast, endless city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Between island and city, layer upon layer of hazy gray mist lingered. The city was impossibly huge; all buildings twisted into strange shapes. Occasionally, enormous, indistinct creatures moved through its depths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a solitary island floating above a colossal city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller recalled Green Lantern’s Ring World: in the comics, the Green Lantern ring contained a separate dimension. Green Lantern had shrunk enemies and imprisoned them inside, and even he himself had once been trapped in the Emerald Dunes of the Ring World.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Green Lantern himself couldn’t fully control his Ring World—just as Schiller now could only remain on the island. The vast city below, with its indiscernible details, lay entirely beyond his control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But fortunately, the island seemed disconnected from the city below. Those sudden, massive shadows in the mist hadn’t noticed the island above them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Schiller was astonished to find he’d entered this world physically—and here, he could still communicate with the symbiote.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He severed his consciousness and returned to reality. He looked up at the clock. Time flowed normally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant this was essentially an independent sanctuary. Theoretically, if he faced an unstoppable threat, he could simply enter the gray mist world and wait out the danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller thought: the vast city beneath the island, and those looming, half-seen figures in the mist—surely held immense secrets, and great danger. Staying there too long was unwise. Unless faced with life-threatening peril, this strange, bizarre Ring World was best avoided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later that evening, Mrs. Feltone from Academic Affairs stopped by. She had originally come to verify next semester’s textbook costs, but she was a warm-hearted woman. She told Schiller: “Our new principal was discharged from the hospital yesterday. He might return to his office tomorrow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She subtly warned him: “He seemed anxious. He might be planning major changes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Mrs. Feltone had said, Schiller received a call from Principal Xie Dun that very night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Xie Dun seemed smarter. He didn’t demand anything outright, as he had at first. Instead, he spouted empty platitudes about hard work, then finally mentioned that certain professor positions at Gotham University might change. He’d invited old friends from Princeton to recommend experts and professors to form the university’s new faculty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clearly hoped to pressure Schiller. In a university, a professor’s resources depended on how much the administration valued their subject. Schiller was Gotham University’s golden brand—his credentials were stellar. Some students even enrolled specifically because of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if more world-class experts and scholars joined the university, established their own labs, and led students in globally significant research, would the administration still prioritize psychology so heavily? That was uncertain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller had originally had no objections—he’d hoped Gotham University would improve, enhancing his own teaching reputation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until he saw Victor Fries’s name on Xie Dun’s new faculty list.\u003C\u002Fp>",1378,"2026-06-20T16:39:12.484Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","eda4411c8d7b7da86ca7ec39d6c565fa49fbad3bc362834bcbbd872e50608c9a","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-60","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-58",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]