[{"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-807":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},2323375,4544,"Chapter 807","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-807",807,"\u003Cp>What if you’ve been struggling for a long time to beat an extremely difficult game, and then suddenly someone hands you a guide—detailed, logical, illustrated with diagrams, and highlighting every key point—what would you do?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many might pretend to reject it, but in the end they’ll still go “wow,” even hardcore players who initially refused the guide will later regret not even glancing at it when they’re crushed by an impossible level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Savage chose Gotham as his foothold on the East Coast, already selecting a Hell-difficulty dungeon; his strategy—recruiting ordinary civilians and villains from Central City to spy for him—was the most hardcore playstyle possible within that Hell-difficulty dungeon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not everyone enjoys masochistic hardcore gameplay; most prefer moderate difficulty and gradual progression, but Savage, arrogant as he was, preferred instant ascension—he wanted a cheat code to rule Earth immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through relentless effort, he had obtained the lantern in his hands, but it was far from enough—he must break this city that had defeated him multiple times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the younger Batman had any quality that rivaled the later Old Man Batman, it was unquestionably his planning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even before officially becoming Batman, he had already drafted countless plans—he targeted every dangerous location in Gotham, conducted repeated reconnaissance, collected their weaknesses, listed them all, and crafted one plan after another to prepare for his heroic career.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at these plans, Savage believed the person who made them must be a grand strategist—each plan linked seamlessly, logically rigorous, highly executable, not some airy fantasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he didn’t know the person who made these plans was only eighteen years old in 1987, just starting college.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was Gotham like three years ago? Even its residents had hazy memories; three years was short, but for them it felt long, because everything had changed utterly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Savage, who had only been here a few months, hadn’t witnessed the rapid transformation of those three years, and from the surface, the city didn’t look improved at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phenomena described in the plans still existed, so Savage naturally assumed this was a perfectly timed walkthrough—if he adopted these plans, he could conquer Gotham.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a suite at a high-end Gotham hotel, a stack of papers fluttered gently by the breeze from the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, one sheet floated out, drifting into midair—a rough, large hand snatched it and pinned it against the felt board behind the computer, then drove a nail through it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The paper showed the face of the Godfather Falcone, facing a squinting Savage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Godfather would be his first target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plan detailed exactly how the Godfather ruled Gotham, and even Savage had to admit that establishing effective order in such a chaotic city was nearly impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet this old man before him hadn’t just built such order—he maintained it for forty years, and to this day, he remained Gotham’s uncrowned king.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I enjoy fighting the fiercest beasts…” Savage’s voice echoed, and the Piper, resting in bed, saw Savage stare at the paper for a long while, then pull out the nail, crumple the sheet, and toss it into the trash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the window, Gotham’s traffic flowed endlessly; the busiest commercial center burned bright all night, its lights listening to Savage’s grandiose words—this should have been the battle cry of a great monarch from a primitive age.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Savage’s first problem was that he had no men—how could a great monarch personally carry out assassinations?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Savage knew that in a city like Gotham, finding a killer wasn’t hard—it was finding one bold enough to kill the Godfather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Savage believed none of Gotham’s gangs were united; having once ruled as several human emperors, he understood that even a tiny court divided into dozens of factions—who were in-laws, who formed interest groups, who were enemies—he thought about these things daily as king.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t believe Falcone and his Twelve Families were tightly bound, nor did he believe none of the ambitious young men among the Twelve Families wanted to oust this aging lion from his throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he knew he couldn’t act rashly—he’d risk alerting them—he had to first identify which families could be swayed and which were loyal, so he wouldn’t pick the wrong target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The data from the Batcave contained records on the Twelve Families; after reviewing them, Savage developed a better strategy—he discovered the Godfather had a son, and only one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman’s dossier described Yinwensi · Faerkenei  as poorly regarded among the Twelve Families; many considered him too timid, lacking ruthlessness, indecisive—not cut out for this line of work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this delighted Savage—he had once been an emperor himself; he knew which kind of prince was easier to control, and which puppet ambitious ministers preferred to install—he saw in Yinwensi  all the traits of a perfect puppet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A puppet mustn’t be too good, nor too bad; not too fierce, nor too weak; not too self-aware, but not entirely vacant—he must have desires of his own, so he could be slowly bought and controlled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to Batman’s dossier, Yinwensi  had just taken over some Falcone family businesses; his performance was poor, too eager—just from the written description, Savage could tell Yinwensi  desperately wanted to prove himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a perfect candidate—if he could be used to overthrow the Godfather, all of Gotham’s criminal syndicates would collapse instantly, and Savage would seize the initiative amid the chaos, securing his place, just as he had done before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dossier noted that Yinwensi  often patrolled the bars under his control; Savage planned to wait for him there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The addresses of those bars were clearly listed; with the lantern granting him unrestricted access, infiltration posed no problem—but when Savage arrived at the nearby alley, he realized this wasn’t a bar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It lay on the southern edge of the East District, a late-developed entertainment street; there should have been three bars, two nightclubs, and two casinos, all glowing with neon signs, lit up all night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when Savage arrived, there was nothing—no signs, no traffic, no bustling scene—just row after row of strange buildings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Savage saw gang enforcers patrolling the entrances; he had no interest in dealing with these lowlifes, so he used the lantern to phase through the wall—and froze solid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was an above-ground cold-chain storage warehouse connected to an underground freezer, now stacked with row upon row of frozen goods, the temperature extremely low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the Ice-Bound Gotham incident, Gotham’s old sewer system had frozen into a natural freezer; gangs used the underground ice layers to build various above-ground cold-storage warehouses for perishable goods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But underground ice layers varied in quality; when Victor the Freeze-Bringer triggered the Ice-Bound Gotham bomb, his technology hadn’t yet matured—he had to sacrifice stability for coverage and freezing efficiency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, some areas had excellent ice layers requiring almost no maintenance to sustain low temperatures, while others were poor—even in peripheral zones, the ice showed cracks or signs of melting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone knew that after logistics developed, cold-chain was the most profitable; good underground ice layers were rare—no matter what stood above, why not just tear it down and build a cold-storage warehouse instead?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in northern Gotham, when elite ice layers were discovered beneath the estates of several gang bosses, the owners themselves tore down their homes to make room for cold-storage facilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The villas cost a fortune, but once the cold-storage warehouses were built, they brought in endless cash—these men knew how to do the math.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, Gotham was full of such multi-level cold-storage complexes, and Savage, unaware of anything, teleported directly inside—equivalent to stepping straight into Victor the Freeze-Bringer’s frozen trap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Savage immediately activated the lantern’s teleportation—but the direction went wrong, and he reappeared in the adjacent cold-storage warehouse; luckily, he teleported out again, but before he could react, patrol enforcers spotted him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was still Falcone family territory, and the Falcone family never lacked skilled enforcers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These weren’t the lazy amateur guards of small gangs—they were each equal to elite enforcers of major gangs, hyper-alert, missing no slightest anomaly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Savage appeared around the corner, gunfire erupted within seconds; the entire street was alerted—he hadn’t even seen how so many had emerged before he realized he was surrounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not wanting to alert them, he had to waste more lantern energy on a long-range teleport to escape the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in the hotel suite, Savage wasn’t discouraged—he reread the dossier, thinking he might have picked the wrong location, and decided to try again tomorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just as he was about to rest, the Falcone estate blazed with light; before Alberto stood a gang boss in a suit, trembling as he spoke:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Yes, Young Master, we found a suspicious individual there, but didn’t capture him...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Alberto’s expression, the gang boss stammered: “...It’s not that my men didn’t try—he can teleport, he just... vanished in a flash...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alberto’s face was ice-cold; he stared at the gang boss: “Teleport? Did you personally see him teleport out of Gotham?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gang boss shook his head vigorously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then why not look for him?” Alberto turned away, paused, then said: “Forget it—useless fools... send for Cobblepot.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who dares touch the Falcone family’s property... may God protect him.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1521,"2026-06-20T16:39:22.658Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","2d1976730c024118181ead4a9cf003b47da39dfd3b8016063a6454cf28769842","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-808","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-806",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]