[{"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-853":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},2323421,4544,"Chapter 853: The Final Act (Part 1)","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-853",853,"\u003Cp>Savage felt that lately something was off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Objectively speaking, there had indeed been many odd events recently—spending money like water, losing battle after battle in gang wars, antique dealers vanishing mysteriously—but Savage had grown accustomed to all of these.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What struck him as strange was that someone seemed to be watching him, and these people were highly professional.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Savage, who had served as king to many rulers, knew how vital intelligence work was, and he knew every nation had departments dedicated to it—but he couldn’t fathom why he himself had become their target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had his great plan already been exposed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, Savage grew more cautious, reducing his outings and nearly never leaving the bounds of his ruled Hellground—but this only heightened the other side’s alertness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a hotel in Brudhaven, Kela frowned seriously into the phone: “Are you sure? He hasn’t left his residence in the past week? Looks like your activities have drawn his attention…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You mean, within a week, he contacted three Mexicans—the restaurant chef, the barkeep, and a newsboy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We need concrete evidence before we can confirm he’s truly the agent sent from that side to support the South American movement. Without proof, we can’t strike a killing blow. Alright, I understand…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kela hung up, her expression even graver—because she knew the Soviet Union had sent no one to support the South American movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Soviet Union was currently engulfed in its own turmoil, struggling to adapt to the aftershocks of power transitions; most could only offer verbal support, and many remained on the sidelines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So now, for a so-called Soviet agent to suddenly appear in Gotham was highly suspicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kela knew that previously, a thief had reported that the Goth family might be colluding with foreign enemies, and the Central Intelligence Bureau had taken it extremely seriously—especially now, in this sensitive period.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Central Intelligence Bureau had sent several agents into Gotham with a death wish—and to their surprise, the investigation went smoothly, uncovering a wealth of items: the very artifacts bestowed upon Mrs. Goth by Savage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through these artifacts, the Central Intelligence Bureau concluded that this mysterious Great King must be involved in something illicit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the artifacts, aside from the trivial artworks, the most significant items fell into two categories: Nazi medals and Soviet medals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Central Intelligence Bureau immediately concluded that **the Nazi medals were fake—not out of bias, but because the rank of the Nazi medal Savage possessed was simply too high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Historically, only one or two individuals had ever received this medal—both were well-known Nazi generals with meticulously documented lives; their medals were later placed in museums after death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In contrast, Soviet Patriotic War medals were common; many were awarded within a decade, and records of recipients were lost—so these could very well be genuine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the Central Intelligence Bureau determined the Nazi medals were merely a cover—after all, those people would do anything to infiltrate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this confirmed, they began their investigation. Though Mrs. Goth and Leon were dead, they weren’t professional agents, and their past movements had never been concealed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, Leon had contacted many people under the Great King’s name; as they traced these connections, they uncovered Vandal Savage’s trail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Great King’s behavior was utterly inconsistent—he neither acted boldly and openly nor hid stealthily; instead, he seemed intermittently confident, then persistently idle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every month, he’d be active for a few days—recruiting followers, promoting his plan to rule the world—then vanish for the rest of the time, nowhere to be found.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet this behavior only confirmed the Central Intelligence Bureau’s suspicion: the Great King’s plan to rule the world was merely a facade; their true target was almost certainly South America.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Central Intelligence Bureau immediately raised its alert level—South America’s situation was already burning at the edges; no more outsiders could be allowed to interfere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, agents immediately followed Savage’s footsteps, witnessing everything he did within the Hellground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although Savage hadn’t immediately gone to Mexico, his movements within the Hellground convinced the Central Intelligence Bureau’s agents that his true target was undoubtedly South America.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A knock came at the door—“knock knock knock”—and a newsboy with baby fat entered Cobblepot’s office. Cobblepot looked up and asked: “Has little Anthony passed through yet?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, boss. He’s been handling the newspaper deliveries lately. Also, the Gonzales we transferred over has officially started at the restaurant, and the original Mexican bartender should’ve made contact with Savage too…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Assign two more people. I remember there are two Spaniards in the East District—get them transferred to the South District too…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But…” the newsboy rubbed his head, “boss, even though I didn’t go to school, I know Spain and Mexico are pretty far apart, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But they both speak Spanish,” Cobblepot said, putting down his pen. “Have the kids keep an eye out. If they meet anyone speaking Spanish, hand them a newspaper and tell them there’s a good job waiting. If they agree, assign them to surround Savage…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The newsboy frowned, confused: “Why put all Spanish speakers near Savage? What’s special about them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing special—just a plan. By the way, how’s the kid network doing? Any thoughts on our plan?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this, the newsboy’s expression brightened. “Boss, you’re a genius. I’ve contacted nearly all the kid kings in the East District—they’re willing to unite…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They don’t just want to pool rent and protection money—they want to form neighborhood alliances: all the kids in one building team up, some go out to take jobs, some return to relay messages, others find people to do the work…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cobblepot frowned. “Who came up with this method? He can’t be an ordinary kid king.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s right—I heard his name is… Jason Todd! When I went over, he’d already unified nearly every kid in the building. They all say he’s the smartest kid king here—he can get them money.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cobblepot thought for a moment. “Alright. Let’s go to the building in Phase One and see how they operate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two got in the car and arrived near Phase One. Before they even entered, they encountered two kids. Cobblepot stopped them: “Where are you going?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two kids sized him up, saw he wasn’t much older than them, and relaxed slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then they noticed the newsboy behind him. One clearly recognized him and walked over, slapping the newsboy’s shoulder: “Neo, what are you doing here? Aren’t you from the Hellground? My mom mentioned you last week…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m here with my boss. We heard you’ve got a really awesome kid king—we want to meet him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait, your boss?” The kid frowned. “Aren’t you working for the Iceberg Lounge’s boss? No way—don’t tell me this guy is the Iceberg Lounge’s boss!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello, I’m Oswald,” Cobblepot said, shaking the kid’s hand. “Can you take us in? We’d like to see Jason.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well… I guess we can…” the kid hesitated. “But it’ll be a hassle—there are several steps. If you don’t mind, follow me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two kids led Cobblepot to the gatehouse, where a guard was dozing. The kid knocked on the window. The guard woke up, glanced at them, and said: “Oh, it’s you brats. What do you want?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We want to bring someone in. These two need to see Boss Jason.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, come on.” The guard sized up Cobblepot—saw he was thin and small, unarmed—and said nothing, leading them from the gatehouse to another room on the other side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Put your arm in,” the guard ordered. Cobblepot frowned but had heard of this verification process—he extended his arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt nothing—the verification completed. He pulled his arm back, then went to the former sales office, went through another verification, filled out forms, and the receptionist called Jason to confirm the visitors. After fifteen minutes, the two finally entered the building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason heard someone was looking for him and rushed out. Seeing Cobblepot, he smiled and embraced him. “Why didn’t you call ahead? I had no idea it was you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I heard you’ve been busy. I just dropped by—no need to disturb your work.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as Cobblepot finished speaking, he saw two kids rushing past with stacks of documents. He frowned. “Where are they going? What’s in those? Don’t tell me they wrote these themselves…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason shook his head. “No, we got lucky—there’s a university professor in Phase One. We hired him to draft order documents for us…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He led Cobblepot to a third-floor office. Cobblepot saw children coming and going, their chatter never ceasing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, red-haired kid! You’ve got class this afternoon, right? Hand me those two orders—I’ll get someone to handle them…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh no, I won’t finish my homework! Quick, someone help me finish this—I’ve got two errands this afternoon, and if I don’t turn this in, I’m dead!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where are those two brats? Why aren’t they at daycare? Their teacher called here—I nearly had a heart attack…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What price list did the big-bearded guy in Phase Two want again? Food or daily goods? I recorded it—where did I put it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, watch your own folder—we can’t afford to pay that professor again to rewrite everything. Come on, who can tell me what this word means?… Anchor? Why are they buying anchors?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason led Cobblepot to a quiet lounge beside the office. He poured him a glass of water and smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Welcome to Gotham’s Everything Shop.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1549,"2026-06-20T16:39:22.658Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","440d1bb38dc56b609355124a3ad0eaadcf101eb75adb8e625fcdf85a7f45ba15","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-854","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-852",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]