[{"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-840":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},2323408,4544,"Chapter 840","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-840",840,"\u003Cp>Jason left the Blue Jacket headquarters building with a tense heart, having taken no action, because he now had something more important to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he had expected, the gangs weren’t fools—some had sensed this was a trap; though they may not have seen it as deeply, they weren’t willing to let their influence be weakened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason knew that, compared to killing, he now had something far more important to do: he had to ensure the renovation project continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the upper echelons of the gangs, this might reduce their influence and make their lives worse, but for these children, as long as the building rose, their lives would improve—at least their workplace would no longer leak in the rain, and their chances of falling ill would drop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason had considered storming in and forcing the bomb’s location out of them, but that was even harder than killing—killing took seconds, but interrogation might make noise, alert other members, and trap him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the snippets he’d overheard, he’d picked up a more critical piece of information: Wayne Enterprises had a way to ensure everyone lived in their assigned homes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason didn’t know what method they used, but he knew Bruce Wayne wouldn’t say it unless he could do it—the Batman wasn’t a man who exaggerated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If so, that meant every child could have a room. For this goal, Jason would do anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hurried back to the base and called all the children together, saying: “Go! Wake up the rest of the Kids’ Crew. Tell their leaders to come here—I have something to say to them!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The children didn’t understand, but over these past days, Jason’s actions had earned their trust—they hadn’t been driven out by the gangs, but had returned to their homes; the gang members had fractured, each fearing for themselves, while they still thrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the children trusted Jason deeply and asked no questions, rushing out immediately. After a while, the leaders of the Kids’ Crew arrived, bleary-eyed; one rubbed his eyes and said: “Jason, couldn’t this wait until tomorrow morning? Why the rush?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s urgent. I have two pieces of news…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The first is good news: according to reliable intelligence, Wayne Enterprises has a way to ensure everyone moves into their assigned homes. The gangs can’t interfere.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, the children erupted. Some shouted: “What? How’s that possible?! How could he possibly do this? Does he plan to go to war with the gangs?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even if the small gangs are gone, there are the big ones. Even if the big ones are gone, there are the Twelve Families. How could he fight them all?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s his method? If the gangs point guns at us, what then? We can’t fight them!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is this even reliable, Jason?” one of the child leaders spoke up. “I know you don’t lie, but this is just too insane!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not sure,” Jason didn’t finish, but the room fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason saw a light ignite in their eyes—bright against the dim room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps these children hadn’t lost all hope for the world—just endured too many disappointments. Yet even so, upon hearing this news, they couldn’t help but dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A warm, dry house, a soft bed, a window that caught the sun—no child could refuse such a dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The second piece of news is bad: the gangs on Elizabeth Street don’t want this project to proceed, so they’ve planted bombs near the foundation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If they detonate the bombs, the foundation will be destroyed. If workers die, Wayne Enterprises must pay compensation, and the lawsuits will drag on for years. The gangs can use that time to force Wayne to sit down and negotiate—then they’ll regain control and make Wayne hand over housing assignments to them…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And once they regain power, no one will care about us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had Jason finished than he saw the children’s eyes ignite again—this time with murderous intent, even tinged blood-red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even teenagers understood one truth: if there was even a sliver of a chance to win the life they dreamed of, they’d pay any price.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where’s the bomb?” one child leader asked. “I’ve got over thirty people. Within these three streets, there’s no corner they can’t turn over. No matter where the bomb’s hidden, we’ll dig it out!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s right—my crew’s crawled through every dog hole here. They couldn’t plant a bomb under our noses…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We didn’t notice before, but they couldn’t slip past us…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several child leaders exchanged glances, seeing the same confidence in each other’s eyes. They were right—if gangs were the local snakes, then the Kids’ Crew were the insects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snakes have places they can’t reach, but ants, bees, moths go everywhere. These children survived the streets by hiding in alleys and secret tunnels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d mapped every inch of this place, just to carve out one more inch of space for survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, that knowledge was their weapon. No gang member from other streets could know this place better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As one after another soft voice rose, thin figures emerged from underground like bamboo shoots after the first spring rain, darting like streaks of light, scouring every alley and corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whispering, exchanging glances, passing information, from all directions…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this sleepless night, Jason felt no anger or helplessness for the first time. All the child leaders felt a strange excitement—they’d never been so united.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps in the future, they’d become gang leaders of their own districts, but eventually they’d understand: this excitement came from the freedom to control their own fate, from rebellion, and from the friendship of shared ideals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tiny sparks ignited—and as the Gotham night wind carried them into the cold, Jason didn’t know whether they’d coalesce into a greater flame or die out. He only knew he’d remember this night’s intensity forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Less than two hours passed before several children returned with reports: someone had dug near a wall corner, strange lights appeared beside the construction site, someone had seen strangers recently…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one, they eliminated leads until three suspicious locations remained—all near the construction site.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, strange tire tracks appeared in the muddy ground nearby—not matching any local or gang vehicle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These children had memorized the tire prints of every household and gang vehicle in the area—they survived the Gotham underworld by knowing them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another had dug up shell casings not far from the site—unlike the small gangs’ weapons, they matched those of the big gangs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third: a tall building near the site had a recurring dark shadow on its roof—like someone watching the construction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The children split into three groups to investigate. Jason went to the most dangerous location—the building’s rooftop, where they might directly confront enemies—while the other two were merely clues.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He moved with ease to the building’s roof, found no suspicious figures, then entered the rooftop door and waited behind it, ready to see who came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As night deepened, Jason heard an odd sound carried by the wind—two footsteps landing. He peered through the door crack and saw two silhouettes: one tall, one short.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he watched, Jason recognized them—the tall one on the right wasn’t the Batman?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason stepped out. Dick, beside the Batman, turned sharply in alert—but the Batman didn’t move, only turned his head slightly and said: “Jason, why are you only here now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve been waiting here a long time,” Jason stepped forward, standing beside the Batman, looking down. From this angle, he could see the children rushing through every street, searching for something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You wouldn’t allow someone to plant a bomb beside your construction site, would you? You wouldn’t give them that chance, Batman,” Jason said, then added: “Then why didn’t you just protect the whole site?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Batman shook his head. “You’ll protect it, won’t you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Batman looked at the lights glowing over the construction site. “Someone once told me: don’t pity them. Don’t give them everything like a god. Let them fight for it themselves. Let them defend it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason stood at the rooftop’s edge. “Now, they’ve learned that. Once they begin to dream, they can never return to their old numb lives.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Once they imagine the good life they deserve, they won’t allow anyone to destroy it. They can no longer endure such exploitation…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside them, Dick was confused. He didn’t understand what the Batman and Jason were talking about. He wanted to speak, but didn’t know how. After Jason left, he asked the Batman: “What were you two talking about?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We were discussing a book we just read,” the Batman replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A book we just read?” Dick frowned, puzzled. “What book? What did it say?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Batman turned to Dick, his gaze holding a tenderness he hadn’t realized he showed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the children’s cheers as they found the bomb, a low voice drifted through Gotham’s night air—cold, out of season.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The book told a story—a heart-stopping tale set beneath a blizzard…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you truly want to hear it, ask Alfred.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1483,"2026-06-20T16:39:22.658Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","8c7ce44f0cf70a02e6f349839dcafac1e1751abdc8379ef282e0d2c8c7508ae7","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-841","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-839",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]