[{"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-7":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},2322575,4544,"Chapter 7: Chapter Six: The","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-7",7,"\u003Cp>At night, when he went to sleep, Shieler realized he could stay in the Marvel universe indefinitely—he could fall asleep in Marvel, wake up in DC, fall asleep again in DC, and return to Marvel, since time didn’t pass in DC; he could linger in Marvel forever without inhaling Gotham’s smog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But good times didn’t last long—before Shieler could take Peter and his family for a weekend checkup, S.H.I.E.L.D. came knocking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was another workday; Shieler had just finished his rounds and was using the hospital’s internal system to schedule Peter’s family for a physical when his office door was knocked on. He didn’t look up from behind his desk, but his spider-sense suddenly flared—he snapped his head up and saw a stranger standing at the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, doc, don’t panic—I’m Coulson, S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.” The man noticed Shieler’s tense posture. Shieler glanced at him over his glasses and said, “Let’s talk outside. These are all my patients.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coulson nodded quickly. They went downstairs and sat in a café beside the hospital. Shieler frowned. “Has S.H.I.E.L.D. run out of people? Or is it too hard to find a female agent who can wear a nurse’s uniform?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coulson was puzzled by Shieler’s attitude. Didn’t most people react with fear or aversion when a secret agent suddenly showed up? Clearly, his boss was right—Shieler was definitely suspicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shieler grew impatient. “I’ve already been late one day and absent another. Everyone in the clinic knows I’ve been pulling all-nighters, drinking, and doing drugs. If you’re going to give me trouble, can’t you wait until this phase is over? I’ll get fired!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“According to our records, you’re only a temporary psychology consultant hired by the Elderly Hospital—you only filled in because the head of the psychiatry department was away…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Does that matter? I need this job badly. What if you ruin it for me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coulson said, “I’m sorry, Mr. Shieler. We never intended to disturb you—we only heard you’re Stark’s psychological consultant, and we’d like to learn more about his mental state. Of course, we’ll pay the consultation fee on time…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One million dollars an hour.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Spit!” Coulson sprayed coffee out of his mouth. He wiped his lips. “If you’re refusing, you don’t need to make up such an excuse…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you can’t afford it, don’t come for treatment.” Shieler rolled his eyes, stood up, and moved to leave—acting every bit the unethical quack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coulson didn’t stop him. After Shieler left, he tapped his earpiece. “There’s something fishy about that hospital—he rushed me out and was desperate to get back… Got it, got it…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shieler returned to his office, focused his mind, and maxed out his telepathy. He sensed the emotions of the psychiatric patients and tried to transcribe as many as possible into words—the inner worlds of these patients were chaotic, insane. Shieler scribbled over a dozen pages, then locked them in his drawer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he returned to his apartment that night, he realized someone from S.H.I.E.L.D. had searched his place. He scanned with his spider-sense—no bugs, no cameras—so he ignored it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury stared at a glowing data panel displaying Shieler’s detailed file. Coulson stood behind him. “He’s anxious about his job—he doesn’t want to leave that hospital. We found many empty bottles and some drugs in his home…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“These are the papers we found in his office tonight—only these. The rest seem to have been urgently destroyed—we found massive pulp from a paper shredder flushed down the sewer, but it’s irrecoverable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nick took the papers. “Does he have a mental illness? No—these don’t sound like ramblings. Is he collecting psychological data from psychiatric patients? How is he communicating with them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“These are clearly not information any ordinary doctor could obtain. The records even include patients’ most extreme private details…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is he hypnotizing them?” Coulson asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Our psychologists can do that too. Can he make you confess what color underwear you wore in elementary school?” Nick said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe he’s just making it up.” Coulson said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He seems to have unusual knowledge about Stark Industries’ past and our old friend—and he directly targets Stark’s weaknesses. Today, he even caused Stark’s AI assistant to crash into a logic loop.” Nick said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you want him to work for us?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He has a way with Stark. We’ll need more people like him to handle future cases.” Nick set the stack aside. “In any case, first find out what’s really going on in that hospital. If possible, transfer him away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I hate these highbrow intellectuals—they’re always too calm, too cautious, too inscrutable. A smart opponent is hard to deal with.” Nick said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe he’s just an ordinary psychologist, and collecting those patients’ crazy ramblings is his hobby…” Coulson said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Coulson, sometimes you make me question whether your Level Eight agent rank is legitimate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A man who can make Stark completely lose his composure in thirty minutes—and the next day stroll into Stark Industries like nothing happened—you think he’s just an ordinary psychologist? Or do you really believe Tony Stark is just a playboy who spends all his time with models?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Understood. I’ll get him out of that hospital first.” Coulson said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, Shieler received his termination notice in Stark’s office. He spread his hands. “See? I really need your financial support now, Mr. Stark. You wouldn’t just watch your dedicated psychological consultant go bankrupt, would you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark said, “Two million dollars isn’t enough for you to open your own clinic?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Money isn’t the issue—the issue is licensing. I need a legally certified psychological clinic, not some roadside fortune-telling scam.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“With your resume, how could you fail to get licensed? Yesterday, JARVIS told me you have three doctorates and worked at the best hospitals in six states.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes—but the location of my clinic is… unusual.” Shieler sipped his iced wine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark tinkered with his machine. “Where?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hell’s Kitchen.” Shieler said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark’s hand jerked. The poor Mark 2 spat out a cascade of sparks. “I never knew you had Mother Mary’s paternal compassion—wanting to save the poor and junkies in that hellish neighborhood.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shieler didn’t elaborate. “I need a legally licensed psychological clinic in Hell’s Kitchen. In return, I’ll agree to one request from you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shieler stressed the word “legally.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark said, “Why would I ever need to ask you for anything? Ha, come on—I’m Stark.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t you want to know if Pepper really loves you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark’s hand jerked again. The Mark 2’s right leg exploded. Shieler stepped back silently, watching Stark’s face blackened by soot. Stark frantically rubbed his face. “What? What did you say about Pepper?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, Stark hadn’t yet realized his feelings for Pepper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can tell you at the right moment whether Pepper truly loves you—guaranteed accuracy. You’ve seen my abilities.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pepper loves me, of course. Every woman in the world loves Stark.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is she just one among all women? Ordinary, unremarkable?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll agree. But from tomorrow on, you don’t need to come for therapy anymore. If Pepper comes to you, turn her away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can’t you afford the consultation fee?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark jumped like a cat with its tail stepped on. “I’d pay ten million an hour if you asked! I just don’t need therapy! I’m not crazy! I’m fine!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shieler shook his head slowly. “I’m afraid the Mark 2 disagrees.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both he and Stark looked down at the armor missing a leg. Stark pointed to the door. “Get out now!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shieler returned home and texted Peter: “The weekend checkup is scheduled. I’ve told the hospital to give you top service. But our meeting time may be delayed—I’ve resigned from the hospital.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter immediately expressed concern, but Shieler only said it was a career change and said no more. Peter was touched—after resigning, Shieler still remembered their scheduled checkup. He pressed urgently: “Are you still in New York? If you are, can we meet? Grab a meal? Or come to my place…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shieler declined Peter’s invitation and texted Charles: “What if I opened a hospital in Hell?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The devils won’t appreciate your charity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You seem to have strong feelings about this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I advise you not to do it. You may be talented, but you’re still an ordinary person—and ordinary people can’t fight devils.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But only criminals can fight criminals, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other end of the computer, Charles stared at the message in silence. He thought: Marx… was this what you thought too?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Must you become a criminal yourself to fight the most vicious criminals?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charles shook his head. No—justice must have its own just means. If you must sink into hell to fight devils, you’re no better than a collaborator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the window, students from Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters chased each other on the playground. Storm scolded them to return to class, while Jean watched quietly—all seemed beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Charles knew: the shadow of the Dark Phoenix had not yet left.\u003C\u002Fp>",1474,"2026-06-20T16:39:12.484Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","ae96bc40fa73ec348a6a86d3a6ab65c3e14156a8767810b2b2ebc74127b9f887","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-8","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-6",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]