[{"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-811":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},2323379,4544,"Chapter 811","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-811",811,"\u003Cp>Jason struggled with all his strength, but the other person made no further move—instead, they gestured to their own chest and waved their hand, signaling no ill intent, though Jason didn’t believe it for a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Gotham, you expect malice, but you also can’t let down your guard; someone wearing a mask, sneaking into a room at night, demands extra caution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Jason was the gang’s leader, he had a private room at the outer edge of the base and didn’t sleep with the other kids; his frantic struggle was meant to make the intruder release their grip and stop covering his mouth—if he could make any noise, one of the kids would run to call for help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jason Todd, I mean no harm—I came to ask for your help!” the figure said. Jason found the tone vaguely familiar, but he was certain he’d never heard that voice before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he had to describe it, it was like advanced laryngeal cancer with torn vocal cords—yet the speaker had almost no accent and spoke with perfect diction; Jason had just taken a few grammar lessons, and he still couldn’t make out half of what was being said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mmmph!” Jason made two sounds: “Let me go first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can let you go now, but you absolutely must not scream. Trust me—I’ll subdue you before you make a sound,” the figure said in a long string of sentences, but Jason understood only half.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stranger’s voice was too hoarse—full of breathy fragments, broken and unclear; Jason could grasp it only because of his sharp intuition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason sighed inwardly—he was certain now the man wasn’t a gang member, because real gangsters didn’t talk like this. He nodded, gave a reassuring gesture, and the stranger actually released him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason twisted his neck, made no sound, then lowered his voice: “Who the hell are you? Why are you here? Don’t you see I’m sleeping?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Jason walked to the wall and turned on the room’s light. When the glow filled the space, he turned to study the figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stranger wore a red hood, made of leather, allowing Jason to make out the contours of their face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it didn’t help—he couldn’t identify who it was. He studied the odd figure and asked, “Who are you? Why dress like this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It doesn’t matter…” The stranger’s voice remained gravelly. “I need your help, Jason Todd.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You answer my questions first, then I’ll answer yours—that’s Gotham’s rule,” Jason stepped forward, looking up at the red-hooded figure. “What’s that thing on your head? Why wear it? You’re not one of those explosion-obsessed lunatics, are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the question, the stranger reached up and pulled back the bottom edge of the hood, revealing the skin beneath. Jason recoiled—there was no skin. The muscles underneath were charred, exposed. He heard the figure’s low voice say:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I suffered severe burns. I’m disfigured. That’s why I wear this mask. Jason, can you help me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason grimaced. “...What can I possibly help you with?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red-hooded figure crouched slightly, placing both hands on Jason’s shoulders. “You’re the king of the kids here, right? I want you to teach me how to become a gang member...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason’s eyes widened. He never expected such a request. It was absurd. “A gang member?? Learn how to be a gang member? You’re insane.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, I’m not insane,” the stranger said, dead serious. “I’m not a gang member—but I want to become one. Can you teach me how?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This...” Jason was momentarily speechless. “You’re not a gang member, but you want to be one? What’s the point? You can survive without being one—why become one?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stranger clearly had prepared his answer. “Yes, I survived—but I don’t live well. Otherwise, how do you explain these scars?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason paused. The logic made sense—but he noticed something else. “The three streets nearby are all gang territory. If you were just a weak ordinary person, you couldn’t have slipped in here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In other words, if you can sneak in here, why join a gang? They wouldn’t even notice you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stranger seemed surprised by Jason’s sharpness. He hesitated, then said: “Fine. I’m not joining the gang out of desperation—but I can’t tell you the real reason. If I did, you’d refuse to teach me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What kind of logic is that? Why would I refuse if you told me?” Jason asked, genuinely curious. He truly thought this man was bizarre—waking up in the middle of the night to learn gang knowledge?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because...” The stranger paused again. “Let’s just say—I can’t tell you. But I truly hope you’ll help me, Jason. I heard you’re the most powerful kid leader of this generation...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t try that on me,” Jason glared at the figure, sizing him up. “I’m not swayed by sweet talk. Who wants to teach a weirdo like you? Get out. I’m trying to sleep!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned and walked straight to the bed, lying down to sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if out of options, the red-hooded figure approached the bed, bent low, and said: “Jason, you’re a very smart child. Have you ever considered what caused Gotham’s current state?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This city is unlike others, yet it has its own strange order. Breaking it only brings more chaos—but doing nothing is slow suicide...” The stranger’s tone grew quieter. Though his voice made speech difficult, it carried an odd magnetism that kept Jason focused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Someone has to solve this problem, right? Someone has to find the answer. But how can you find it without learning? Without studying?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason opened his mouth. “Professor Shiler was right—there really are people who want to study this stuff?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason didn’t notice that the moment the name “Shiler” was spoken, the red-hooded figure’s fingers trembled. Jason thought for a moment, then added: “You say you want to solve this problem—but can you even do it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How will you know unless you try?” the stranger said firmly. “Without firsthand investigation, there will never be progress.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason leaned back against the headboard, arms folded behind his head. He nodded. “You’re right. It’s hard—but if you don’t try at all, you’ll never make progress.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced again at the red-hooded head beside him. “You’re truly strange. Daring to show up in Gotham dressed like that? You’re practically begging gangs to target you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rolled off the bed, walking toward his cabinet as he spoke: “That thing on your head is like shouting to every gang member: ‘Come hit my head!’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened a drawer, pulled out a pistol, and aimed it at the red-hooded figure. “Alright. First lesson in Gotham gangs: if you’ve got a gun, you’ve got no fear.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jason, I’m sincerely asking for your help. I came to you because I know you’re not a vicious criminal—you’re more reasonable than almost anyone here. And I truly need help...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason didn’t lower the gun. He stared into the figure’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even if I pulled the trigger right now and blew your head off, you’d still stay here, doing nothing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red-hooded figure turned their face toward him. Though the mask hid expression, Jason was certain their gaze was focused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They locked eyes for several seconds. Jason slowly lowered the pistol. “Your vigilance is poor—but your judgment of people? Accurate. That’s a good start. If you can tell who to avoid and who to trust, you might just survive...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You said you want to learn how to be a gang member. What exactly do you want to learn?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How to be a gang member. How to survive, live, and thrive in a society built by gangs.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason stood still, arms crossed, sighed. “Don’t you think you picked the wrong person? Do I look like I’m thriving?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I can’t just go to the Don,” the red-hooded figure said calmly. “Even if I could meet him, what he teaches isn’t what I want to learn. I’m not trying to replicate the gang society’s order—I want to eradicate the problem.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason shook his head. “You’re dreaming.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But quickly added: “If you’re willing to pay, I might help. But I’ll warn you—outsiders struggle to survive here. If you join a gang, you follow their rules. If you know nothing, you’ll die fast.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s why I came to you. I know gangs don’t recruit randomly. I need you to introduce me. I don’t know anything—but I won’t cause trouble. I learn fast. In a week, I can work.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason snorted. “Ask me to introduce you? Who do you think I am? A son of the Twelve Families? I’m just a street kid. If I had that kind of power, I’d have left long ago.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I know only you will help me,” the red-hooded figure shook his head. “Everyone else won’t accept this reason—they’ll just think I’m insane.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason fell silent. “You’re insane. I just learned a word from Professor Shiler: cross-dressing. I think you’re a patient.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But you’re right. In all of Gotham, only I would help you for this reason. Because you know nothing, I can tell you this: I don’t like gangs. But I know I can’t change any of it. If someone wants to try, I won’t stop them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason pulled the pistol out again. “Right now, I have no influence. Even introducing you to the smallest gang is hard. But if I pull off a big win, meet some upper-tier figures, and appear alongside the gang boss? That’s different.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked toward the door, pistol in hand, and turned to the red-hooded figure. “If you’re scared of danger, stay here. But I have to go out now. The early bird gets the worm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where are you going?” the red-hooded figure asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To find an opportunity to help you.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1616,"2026-06-20T16:39:22.658Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","7b048e8771aa8d27f35b5e72a694dfd1bb64b4817f0954d2f5040a163c6e1851","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-812","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-810",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]