[{"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-854":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},2323422,4544,"Chapter 854: The End (Part II)","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-854",854,"\u003Cp>\"As you can see, we've established a company-style organization, divided into Sales, Statistics, Distribution, and Field Teams...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Sales team goes door-to-door in buildings from Phase One, Two, and Three, promoting bundles—some sell newspapers and milk together, others offer errand services, and some promote grocery and daily necessities delivery...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Most kids in this department have good speaking skills; those who excel at sales teach others how to pitch what they’re selling...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Statistics team records all orders, but many children write illegibly, so we now hire a university teacher and two adults with neat handwriting to help us fill out the orders...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Children in Statistics rarely leave the building, so they’re usually the weaker or younger ones—running up and down stairs isn’t too tiring.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Once orders are written, they’re sent to Distribution, where kids sort them by type and area, then assign them to Field Team members to deliver.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Distribution doesn’t even require leaving the office—it’s where children with disabilities or those too weak to move work...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Field Team is where most children are stationed; all the former errand boys were in this group.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Every morning they come to the office to pick up orders and deliver them directly—no longer do they have to handle everything alone: no more selling, memorizing every order, remembering addresses and recipients, and risking unpaid wages if they make a mistake...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Field Team is divided into three shifts: morning, midday, and night. Morning shift delivers milk, newspapers, and breakfast items; midday handles grocery and daily necessities; night shift runs errands, delivers letters, and other items.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This way, nearly every Field Team child has half a day free to attend school.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cobblepot raised an eyebrow and asked: \"Is there a school here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason nodded: \"On the fifth floor, but it’s not a real school. Wayne Enterprises donated a pile of books; older kids teach younger ones to read, and occasionally a teacher comes—though not a full-time one, usually a professor from Gotham University, so they only stay one or two hours to encourage the kids.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the seventh floor, there is also a daycare for the youngest children, where specialists help them practice spelling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason shrugged: \"Once efficiency improved, everyone had more time for other things instead of spending all day just earning enough to eat.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Once all phases are fully connected, we won’t need to endure wind, sun, or rain—just run inside the buildings. Even stairs have elevators, so we’ll have even more free time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ve heard a few kids say they want to apply to vocational colleges. The commercial street with repair shops in Phase Three is already built—just ten minutes from their homes. It’s the perfect job option.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason took a sip of water, paused, then continued: \"More importantly, since all residents moved in, I haven’t seen a single abandoned baby.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"From what I know, about five or six mothers gave birth in the past two or three months, and none abandoned their children. Two were under twenty; one even lost her husband—but they didn’t discard their babies like before. They took them home and raised them themselves.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cobblepot nodded: \"Indeed. In the past, so many babies were abandoned because couples didn’t take precautions, got pregnant, broke up, couldn’t afford abortions, and were forced to give birth.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Many single mothers simply couldn’t feed their children. In the month before delivery, their ability to work dropped, often costing them their jobs and homes—they could barely survive themselves.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even if they tried to keep them, accidents could kill the babies anyway. It was better to leave them somewhere—they’d likely be picked up by gangs or the child gang, at least giving them a chance to live.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason continued: \"Now, at least they have a stable place to live—no leaking roofs, no drafts, no colds or flu. It’s safer; they can leave their children at home without fearing break-ins or theft.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason sighed: \"I hope these children raised by their mothers develop better temperaments—don’t turn out like those wild kids raised by gangs, always thinking about fighting.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where did those kids go?\" Cobblepot asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Our gang leaders have died in large numbers; many gangs disbanded. After housing was distributed, everyone became neighbors—no reason left to fight over old grudges. Those kids now work for the Everything Shop, but they’re still troublemakers.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s already quite good,\" Cobblepot leaned back in his chair. \"The two streets where the Iceberg Lounge sits are slated for Phase Five and Six renovations. I’m considering using this chance to expand our model there—turn that child gang into something similar...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two discussed the Everything Shop’s operations for a while, each realizing the other was exceptionally capable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason excelled in leadership and insight into human nature; Cobblepot was a business genius. They instantly agreed to expand this model across the entire East District.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They talked until nightfall. Afterward, Cobblepot visited the Iceberg Lounge and reviewed his business map in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, he received a call: the area where Savage was located had finally erupted into gunfire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the corridor of Hell’s South Zone, Savage ducked to avoid an agent’s ambush, but the opponent was clearly professional—two shots sealed off his escape routes, while three more agents burst from the elevator ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Savage was surrounded, yet still found an opening—he dashed between two agents, shook off the five or six chasing him, and leapt straight out the window at the corridor’s end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Below was a canopy; he used the momentum to leap onto the next-floor balcony, turned the corner, then descended from the other side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as soon as he hit the ground, he saw two cars speeding toward him. Instinct told him it was a trap—he turned and ran the opposite way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t realize the men in the cars were ordinary gang members—and the direction he was forced into was Hell’s North Zone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>North Zone differed from South Zone: first, it was mostly gang enforcers; second, Savage had previously tried to force his way through North Zone’s main gate—almost everyone there knew him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Savage charge in, they thought the weirdo was attacking again—drums beat, firecrackers exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though unharmed during the agents’ pursuit, once Savage entered North Zone, he was grazed by stray bullets, then had his eyelid cut by debris from a rocket blast. When he saw a tank chasing him, he chose to flee at full speed out of Hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the chase wasn’t over. More gang members were roused; children ran through crowds relaying messages; the gang pursuing Savage grew larger, nearly matching the scale of the Green Lanterns’ arrival when the whole district mobilized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire East District erupted—everyone was hunting the weirdo, Savage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how skilled Savage was, two fists couldn’t fight a hundred hands. Even if faced with an equal number of sheep, a demon would need to slaughter for hours. Savage had no desire to fight them—he could only retreat while fighting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bullets and explosives didn’t discriminate. As time passed, Savage’s wounds multiplied. And unluckily, Gotham began to rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold rain washed over Savage’s wounds. Soon, he felt them burn and swell as if infected. The rain that night was unusually icy—when it hit his forehead, his mind grew hazy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Bang!* Savage fell from a narrow alley wall—a long gash opened on his arm from shattered glass. Blood wouldn’t stop, pain wouldn’t fade, and when he tried to brace himself, he couldn’t fully exert force—he collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gang cars were closing in. Savage clenched his fists, ready to fight to the death—when a glint reflected in a puddle. Two hands dragged Savage into the puddle—or rather, into its mirror reflection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you alright, Your Majesty?\" The Master of Mirrors’ voice echoed beside Savage. \"Good heavens, you’ve lost so much blood—I must stop the bleeding first...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Get me out of here!\" Savage hurriedly said. \"The agents are after me, and those damn gang members too—we must leave quickly!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But Your Majesty, your injuries are severe—we need to rest somewhere first...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No time!\" Savage gritted his teeth. \"Didn’t you say normal people can’t stay in the Mirror Realm too long? We must move now—if we reappear in the same spot, we’ll be surrounded again!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Master of Mirrors transported Savage through the Mirror Realm. Along the way, his eyes caught Savage’s bleeding wounds and the rain-soaked fabric of his coat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was clear: Savage was already confused. Exposed wounds in Gotham’s rain, soaked by water—madness was only a matter of time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Master of Mirrors smirked, then opened a door within the Mirror Realm. They landed in a peaceful, quiet apartment in Central City.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your Majesty, Gotham is too dangerous. You’re injured. Rest here for a while before returning,\" the Master of Mirrors said. \"This is the apartment I rented—rent isn’t due yet. You can stay here...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where are you going?\" Savage asked the Master of Mirrors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I must return. Captain Cold and the Pied Piper are still in the hands of those Gotham people. I have to rescue them,\" the Master of Mirrors crossed his arms and sighed. \"Those two professors from Gotham University are too hard to outwit—I only escaped while they weren’t paying attention...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But Captain Cold and the Pied Piper don’t have this ability. If they’re trapped inside, all your efforts will be wasted. We must at least extract our people!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Savage sighed deeply, gazing out the window at Central City’s bustling traffic—and felt an unexpected calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he was utterly alone. Most of his liquid assets and collections remained in Gotham. Every carefully chosen and trained subordinate stayed there. He returned with nothing but his wounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet now, Savage felt lucky. That terrifying city was a microcosm of global madness. Returning to an orderly society, he finally exhaled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought: at least he was still alive. Money could be earned again; people could be recruited again. At least, his great king, Wandaal Savage, still lived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Temporary failure isn’t permanent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Savage looked at Central City’s night sky. Next time he returned to Gotham, he would make everyone kneel before the might of his great king—bringing them the deepest fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Gotham University’s office, Schiller moved a bead on his abacus: \"Forcing him into a last stand wasn’t worth it...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let him go eat some grass, grow fatter, then we’ll slaughter him again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1714,"2026-06-20T16:39:22.658Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","ad2f7ccf38a9aa71a9b14ddf13514680d28ceb61ec2e6d16daee20b382891b69","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-855","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-853",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]