[{"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-859":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},2323427,4544,"Chapter 859","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-859",859,"\u003Cp>New York’s autumn is intensely vibrant; the warm-colored fallen leaves are not symbols of life withering—when they drift from the branches, they embrace the pedestrians below with unwavering resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the bustling commercial streets of Manhattan, life is naturally encased in steel walls, stripped of such vitality—but in slightly more distant areas, after the roses on garden fences wither, they leave behind bright red fruits, and the patterns on gate railings carry an American rustic style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A white hand neared the railing but never touched it; yet the iron gate swung open, and a pair of boots crushed through the thick layer of fallen leaves in the courtyard, producing faint rustling sounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Polaris stepped into the building, removed her scarf, exhaled deeply, wiped the fine beads of sweat from her forehead, and said to the receptionist: “Hello, I’m Lorna Dai En. I have an appointment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course, please wait a moment.” The receptionist smiled, checked the appointment records on her computer. While waiting at the front desk, Polaris let out a faint sigh; her stunning beauty could not hide her exhaustion, and dark circles lingered beneath her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello, please follow me.” The receptionist pointed down the hallway. Polaris followed her as they took the elevator upstairs, exited, and arrived at the door of an office. The receptionist knocked. A gentle voice came from inside: “Come in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The receptionist stood by the door. Polaris pushed it open herself. Schiler behind the desk adjusted his glasses and said: “You’re Miss Dai En, correct? Please sit. Your scheduled treatment is from 5:00 to 9:00 this afternoon—you still have half an hour. Sit for a bit while I finish these documents.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Understood, Doctor Rodriguez.” Polaris said nothing more and sat on the sofa in the waiting area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiler, writing as he spoke, said: “To be honest, Miss Dai En, I was surprised when I received your appointment. After all, there’s no psychologist more skilled than Professor Xavier. I heard you two are close—why didn’t you go to him for treatment?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Polaris lowered her head slightly, brushed her long green hair behind her ear. Schiler glanced at her movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Polaris rarely appears this gentle. Most of the time, she’s fiery, intimidating, hard to approach. It’s hard to tell whether she’s truly soft now—or simply exhausted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before speaking, Polaris sighed. That sigh carried too many complex emotions that she didn’t know where to begin—but after a pause, she said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This all started when Professor Xavier got me a job…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cosmic traffic officer job Xavier arranged for Polaris perfectly matched her abilities—except for one problem: the workload was enormous, exhausting, and she made an indelible contribution to the possibility of World War III.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After three days of this job, Stark halted Polaris’s space missions. She felt furious, thought he was meddling for no reason, and decided to ignore him, planning to resume work the next day as usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But unexpectedly, that night, Polaris encountered Magneto at the entrance of her rented apartment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an autumn night, just after a temperature drop. Exhausted from the day, Polaris couldn’t eat dinner, so she bought a taco on the street. After stepping out of the elevator, she pulled out her keys, ready to unlock her door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, she sensed a magnetic fluctuation. She turned—and saw Magneto standing at the end of the hallway. Moonlight spilled through the window, stretching his shadow long like a candle nearly burned out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, Polaris was terrified. Her hand trembled, and the keys fell to the floor with a sharp clink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she saw the keys float upward, sliding into the lock of her apartment door and opening it for her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Polaris’s arm shook. She turned and shouted at Magneto: “What are you doing?! Why are you here?! Why are you showing up here?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Magneto said nothing. He simply stepped forward, gesturing with his eyes for her to enter. Her trembling arm pushed open the door. Once inside, she turned to him and said: “...You can’t come in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are you here?” Polaris asked again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve taken a new job…” Magneto’s deep voice echoed through the hallway, like a magnetic vibration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Polaris gripped the doorframe and took a deep breath: “Yes, but so what? You fired me—do you think you can stop me from finding another job?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Magneto could speak, Polaris continued: “Fine, I know—Professor Xavier told you I’m not studying. But I hate that damn school!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s there? A bunch of brats! Do you know what they do every day? Freeze the entire building, then burn it down, electrocute all the leaves, or smash holes in the walls…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you want me to play those games with them? Those stupid, short-sighted, perpetually present-focused children! Those fools who still don’t realize disaster is at their doorstep—how can I stay with them?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Polaris gripped the doorframe tightly: “You should leave. Go back to the Andromeda Galaxy. Don’t show yourself to me again!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lorna…” Magneto spoke her name. But Polaris grew angrier. “Don’t call me that! You have no right to call me that!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Polaris stepped back two paces, staring into Magneto’s eyes: “Don’t even think about making me return to that school… Magneto. If not for you—if you hadn’t abandoned my mother—she wouldn’t have died!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If my adoptive parents hadn’t died, I wouldn’t have been sent to an orphanage, then to a boarding school. I wouldn’t have been bullied by those weak, childish, stupid ordinary people!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Polaris’s chest heaved rapidly. Her fingertips trembled. She spoke in a rapid rush: “What did I do? I just broke the bones of those who bullied me—made sure they’d never stand again. So what? They deserved it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When they stuffed mud in my desk, smeared sticky candy on the wall beside me—they should’ve known this day would come! I regret I didn’t kill them!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then what? The X-Men showed up, called me a criminal! Said I shouldn’t have done it, that I could never harm ordinary people—fuck the ordinary people!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Students bully transfer students, the rich bully the poor, two-parent families bully single-parent ones—haven’t they seen the true nature of these ordinary people yet? They’re not gentle, helpless sheep—they’re disgusting wolves, always ready to bite someone else!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No one in this world is more cruel than them. Yet the X-Men say we must protect them, care for them, stand with them!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Polaris trembled all over. She looked at Magneto: “And now you plan to stand with them… Get out! Leave this place! I don’t want to see you again! Damn monster…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, she heard the hum of a magnetic field. Polaris’s expression froze. Instinctively, she summoned a magnetic barrier around herself—but it shattered instantly. She was nowhere near Magneto’s power level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you trying to do? Kill me?!… You’ve wanted to for a long time, haven’t you?! You heartless monster!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, a magnetic storm engulfed Polaris’s body. When the storm passed, she collapsed to the floor—unconscious, unaware of Magneto’s expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Magneto was not angry. Nor was he as stern or rigid as usual. His expression was deeply complex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Few have ever seen Magneto reveal so many emotions. Most of the time, he remains expressionless, silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Polaris’s falling figure slowly blurred, condensing into a small shadow reflected in Magneto’s pupils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ended the memory, his face blank, and looked across at Charles. Professor Xavier still smiled: “Last night, you followed my advice and supported little Lorna, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“See, Erik—parents stand with their children, even when they make mistakes. You must show you’ll protect them. That’s how you demonstrate love…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charles wheeled his chair to the desk: “I’ve advised you many times before, but you ignored me. Clearly, little Lorna is different to you—you actually tried.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“With a powerful father behind her, she gains more security. Only then can you heal the trauma from school bullying…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charles turned again to Magneto: “Children always cry out—but what they truly need isn’t much. Just a little security.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You must prove to them through action that you’ll always stand behind them, never leave, no matter what happens—you’ll be together, because you’re family. Family must support each other…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lorna…” Magneto’s fingers twitched. His heart swarmed with emotion—but none could become words. In the end, he said: “...Her problems are severe.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Severe? How?” Charles looked at Magneto, puzzled—he didn’t know what happened last night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Earlier, Stark had called Magneto, telling him to return. Magneto came back—and immediately went to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters to meet Charles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing he’d returned because of Lorna, Charles warned Magneto: never rush over to scold Polaris.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if you must point out her flaws, you must first make clear your stance: as your father, I stand with you always. No matter what happens, I will protect you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Magneto went.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But something went wrong somewhere. Polaris’s description of that night was the complete opposite of Magneto’s. Schiler and Charles, the two psychologists, interpreted it entirely differently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From Polaris’s account, Schiler imagined a full-blown horror film. Even stripping away the ethical elements, it was deeply strange and terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But since Charles asked Magneto if last night went well and he nodded, Charles assumed the father and daughter had sat together, had an intimate talk, deepening their once-distant bond into true kinship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This caused the two psychologists to guide the father-daughter pair in completely opposite directions—totally at odds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, Miss Lorna—may I call you that? Since you know Charles is close to your father, you didn’t want to see him, so you came to me…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The fact that you came to a psychologist yourself means you feel something’s off psychologically. Have you noticed any changes in your life lately? Tell me about them.” Schiler asked Polaris.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Changes?” Polaris frowned, lowered her head, looking utterly drained. “I’ve been exhausted lately—even can’t lift my arms…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiler pulled out a medical file and began writing. Only when he noticed Schiler’s attention was elsewhere did Polaris relax slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiler didn’t look up: “Is work been overwhelming lately? Have you taken any days off to rest?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The past few days were indeed exhausting, but things improved after that. I didn’t take a vacation—I don’t think I need one. In the Andromeda Galaxy, I once worked continuously for two months like this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiler raised an eyebrow: “Miss Lorna, everyone needs rest. If you feel you don’t need rest, it’s likely other emotions are driving you—emotions clouding your mind, flooding it with adrenaline, keeping you in a state of constant excitement. That’s not healthy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When you worked in the Andromeda Galaxy, what were you thinking about?” Schiler asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To his surprise, Polaris fell silent for a long while before slowly saying: “I was thinking… about the future of mutants.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1780,"2026-06-20T16:39:22.658Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","7e63e3cdc7c1f9d3fcf5df1e40ff347ecff25082074e19ff13216c885eaa57be","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-860","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-858",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]