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(Part 1)","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-847",847,"\u003Cp>Once a person enters a civilized society, they enjoy the benefits its rules provide, but are likewise tamed by those rules.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For instance, Savage was originally just a savage; in the Neanderthal era, there were no luxury hotels or apartment buildings for him—he could easily live in a cave, build a treehouse in any forest, or even sleep under the open sky on any patch of open ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In primitive times, this posed no problem whatsoever; no one would condemn you for sleeping in a cave. But in a civilized society, even the lowest thug in the slums had a bungalow—so for the great king Savage to sleep in a cave seemed downright shabby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Savage didn’t consider himself a savage; he believed he was stronger than any human, so he could never accept being poorer than the lowest of the low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This mindset constrained him, making him forget he wasn’t from a civilized society and had no obligation to follow its rules—so long as his basic survival needs were met, the condition of his dwelling didn’t matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet this prosperous, decadent civilization corroded his heart, forged in the distant, primordial wilds. Though he told himself he couldn’t fall behind others, in truth, he enjoyed the luxury of this life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, he didn’t want to live among the poor. Even if it couldn’t match the Sokwos Hotel, it couldn’t be too shabby—unless it was a presidential suite, it needed at least two rooms, a large living room, a fully equipped kitchen, and a bathroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To find such a place, Savage first had to enter the Living Hell—but to enter the Living Hell, he had to either evade the gang patrols or kill them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, Savage encountered the same problem he’d faced when infiltrating the Falcone family’s territory: the gang members here were far too numerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gotham isn’t a city where gangs protect civilians, where one gang controls a district and sends a few thugs to patrol it—it’s a city where everyone is a gang member, though those living here may not belong to the gang that governs the area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ordinary residents here likely work as enforcers for other gangs, or once served as patrolmen; their casual strolls around the Living Hell are effectively patrols.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Bruce previously infiltrated the gangs, he discovered that any gang member who had ever guarded a door or patrolled had exceptionally sharp eyes—they could instantly tell who was here to cause trouble and who was here to wreck the place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Due to their profession, many residents here were highly vigilant and possessed strong discernment; the moment a stranger appeared, they immediately reported it, and if a stranger tried to intrude, the entire neighborhood became armed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elderly and children couldn’t hold guns—except for the elderly who were nearly immobile and bedridden, and children too young to walk or lift their arms. In short, everyone else carried a gun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for marksmanship, it needed no explanation: due to the East District’s low average education level and low average screen time, everyone had excellent eyesight, and aiming was second nature. On his first day inside, Savage received a very enthusiastic welcome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Savage didn’t even know when he’d been exposed—suddenly, the people around him vanished, then reappeared at every window, dozens of black gun barrels trained on him, followed by deafening gongs, firecrackers, fluttering red flags, and a sea of people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Savage thought it over and concluded he’d been too conspicuous during the day, so he shifted his activities to night—but night was Batman’s time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, Savage finally understood why Batman wore all black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wore a colorful ethnic outfit; against Gotham’s pitch-black night, he stood out glaringly. Batman, clad entirely in black, blended perfectly into the darkness. When the two circled above the Living Hell, every gun barrel aimed squarely at Savage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By plunging into Gotham’s most densely populated slum, he learned his martial skills were useless—after all, the last organization to enter here arrived glowing green and left weeping bitterly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gotham’s gang society has one major advantage: it ensures both individual and collective combat capability and the resolve to use violence. Years of fierce, bloody competition have tamed everyone into beasts that gnash their teeth and suck blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they see an outsider intrude on their territory, they instinctively grab weapons and fight—never once do they entertain other thoughts. This is their instinct for survival in this society, unchanged by the strength of their opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Constantine got drunk in the East District, he once summoned two demons in a drunken rage. Demons responding to Constantine were usually cowardly, dim-witted, yet physically powerful—fierce in appearance, with blue faces and fangs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demons arrived roaring, lasted less than three minutes, took over a hundred kicks to the face, and left Hell with two rocket grenades still stuck in their heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The residents here didn’t care what their opponent looked like, what powers they had, or how intimidating they seemed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gothamites had only two rules for fighting: first, once the battle cry began, there were no teammates; second, if you dared approach the battlefield, even a dog got two kicks before leaving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After two more failed attempts to force his way in, Savage realized this strategy was hopeless—these people were the most savage and insane he’d ever seen. They didn’t care if their own allies got hurt—they only cared if they killed the enemy. Once a gun fired, the whole city went mad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since brute force wouldn’t work, he turned to diplomacy—he sought out the leader of the largest gang in the South District for negotiations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coincidentally, Cobblepot had once lived in the South District and had a decent relationship with this gang leader; when Savage pushed in, Cobblepot saw him and warned the gang leader in advance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The South District’s gang leader received Savage politely, then coldly refused his housing request.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this point, Savage realized that using force within the Living Hell was unwise—he decided to try another district.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Living Hell itself had four districts: East, South, West, and North. Since the South District failed, he moved to the North District—but the result was the same: every gang leader in all four districts welcomed him politely, then refused him without mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason was simple: without a gang vouching for you, why should we rent you a house? You’ve tried to break in several times—who knows what you’ll do inside? What if you blow up the place or collapse the building? Who pays?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Savage finally understood how Bruce had felt, constantly hitting dead ends—in Gotham, if you had no connection to the gangs, you couldn’t live comfortably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gotham did have many migrant workers, because despite everything, its wages were far higher than in most places—working here for a year equaled three years elsewhere, so many were willing to take the risk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But since everyone knew Gotham’s situation, those who came here tended to be adventurous and had low moral boundaries; after working in the lower tiers for a while, they often bonded with gang members and got housing through their referrals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of these people were ordinary—they didn’t come here to fight the gangs, so they easily blended in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Savage was different. He relied on his martial superiority and was arrogant; upon arriving, he offended every gang in the Living Hell. No nearby gang would take him in, making it impossible for him to find a referral.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike Bruce later, who learned the art of deception and ambush to infiltrate successfully, Savage still dreamed of being a great king and refused to humble himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spent over a week in the Living Hell without securing housing—every time he dared enter, he faced gunfire and mob violence. When he tried to talk to someone, no one would meet him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, a mid-level gang leader from the South District approached him. He said he’d long resented the top boss and could help Savage get a room through back channels—if he paid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this point, the quality of the apartment didn’t matter—what mattered was winning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gang leader sent a subordinate to lead Savage to a room. The gang member opened the door and smiled: “Mr. Savage, this is our best room. Take a look—it’s quite good…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened the door. Savage glanced inside and saw the gang member wasn’t lying—the room was decent: two bedrooms, a living room, spacious and bright, with a south-facing living area and a floor-to-ceiling window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The furnishings were of good quality, with green plants for decoration—a modern apartment, not as luxurious as a presidential suite, but not beneath his dignity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gang member led Savage inside like a seasoned realtor, repeatedly listing the apartment’s advantages, then rubbed his hands and said: “Sir, this is the only room suitable for you. But there’s a reason it’s still available…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You know, most of our residents are poor. Only someone wealthy and generous like you can afford this place—rent here is $300 a week, plus utilities, totaling over $400 weekly. That’s beyond what an ordinary person can afford…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But it doesn’t matter!” the gang member raised his voice. “Someone as generous as you won’t care about a few hundred dollars!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And don’t worry—your previous appearances were all in the North District. This area is far from there, and no one here has seen you. Plus, this zone is far from the boss’s usual haunts—he won’t find out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Savage snorted, glancing at him. The gang member immediately smiled: “Of course, you’re not afraid of him. Our boss thinks the same—if you’re willing to cooperate later, living here will be more convenient…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To show our sincerity, we’ll cover your utilities. Honestly, this is our limit—our boss has only been here a year and hasn’t fully stabilized yet; recruiting has cost us a fortune…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Savage had no patience for his complaints—he waved him off. A few hundred dollars meant nothing to him; once he broke into the Living Hell’s interior, everything else would be easier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in a way, he had even less advantage than Bruce when he first arrived. Anyone who holds firm to a principle, whether succeeding or failing, always gains something—what’s worst is internal contradiction and logical conflict.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bruce was always a good man—he refused to break his own principles. Though he suffered greatly in the slums, he ultimately gained far more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Savage wanted the benefits gained through illegal means, yet refused to lower his pride, still dreaming of being a great king. He wanted everyone to flatter him as his former subjects had, yet refused to admit he no longer held his former status.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked down on these poor people, yet needed them. He despised modern society, living in the dreams of the past, yet craved the convenience and comforts it offered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man whose inner world is incoherent only wanders endlessly in indecision—and Savage hadn’t realized he’d already stepped into a trap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The glass of water Batman had ordered him to pour, he poured without awareness—and now came the much-anticipated moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the day Savage moved in and paid his rent, whispers spread among the newsboys in the Living Hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone was passing on the same message—Room 1613, South District, Living Hell: fool with money, come quick!\u003C\u002Fp>",1868,"2026-06-20T16:39:22.658Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","7cd7816c728c7b5633a32ca2c2e692152e93bdc32651f9f7d6e6a9ec092a6d72","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-848","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-846",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]