[{"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-871":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},2323439,4544,"Chapter 871","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-871",871,"\u003Cp>“Asgard?? You just said, the Asgard fleet… how could they appear in the solar system?? How could they… are they trying to…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>General Ross’s voice trailed off, his back drenched in cold sweat, but soon a lieutenant entered, saluted the generals, and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sir, we just received a call from the Sanctum Sanctorum; they said Asgard is conducting patrols of the Nine Realms, and Midgard Earth, as a member, must cooperate…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Asgard’s warships have determined that the solar system’s sanitation is unacceptable, and demand we rectify it immediately—there must be no excessive space debris, and transport vessels and ships must be neatly parked…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Additionally, to prevent excessive cosmic traffic accidents, their escort vessels are helping us clean up space debris.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Also, this cleanup service is charged. The United Nations has published the cleaning bill; all other nations have accepted it, and our president is preparing to sign.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t sign!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old general roared: “What right do they have… they… we can’t… they can’t! The president must not sign!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing him nearly incoherent, Ross stepped forward and said: “Where is the president? Stop him immediately—we cannot accept this bill…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lieutenant looked uneasy and said: “Actually, the bill is quite cheap. Congress didn’t even require a second vote to approve it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Moreover, the Sanctum Sanctorum says Asgard’s new king, Thor, intends to forge a new crown and wishes to collect special metals from the Nine Realms, symbolizing unity among them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The president believes this might boost vibranium prices, since vibranium is our nation’s unique metal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The United States holds the second-highest vibranium reserves globally, after Wakanda. If vibranium drops too sharply, our losses will be enormous. If it recovers even slightly, it offsets some damage. That’s why Congress wants to cultivate good relations with Asgard…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Also, the United Nations says space debris is a long-standing problem stemming from humanity’s technological explosion. While we could solve it ourselves, the cost is too high. They’re planning to sign a long-term cleaning agreement with Asgard…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“General!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>General!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wake up!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Doctor!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Doctor!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross rushed over to catch the old general as he rolled backward, eyes rolling up; all the generals panicked, scrambling to support the unconscious man, utterly lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That afternoon, the sky over New York remained as blue as ever. Sitting in the car returning from the hospital, Ross felt for the first time the capriciousness of life—and this was only the beginning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although the first two launches failed, they had only sent out simplified versions of the Mother Core, so losses were minimal; everyone pinned their hopes on the third launch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third launch was delayed two weeks; everyone recalculated again, eliminating every possible anomaly, striving for one-time success—because only one attempt was allowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On launch day, nearly all officers of the Taltu faction gathered at the launch center. As the rocket ascended, every heart clenched in their throats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During flight, it avoided space debris, reached its target position without sudden laser attacks, and the base deployed flawlessly—cheers erupted throughout the launch center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then they saw a tiny dot approaching from afar, drawing near the base. Compared to the massive Red Gate Base, the figure appeared minuscule—but it was still captured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Intruder?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quick, quick, quick! Activate the defense systems!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t you install weapons?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Activate the weapons! Activate the weapons! Don’t let him get near the base!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The generals and researchers shouted, but the technician wiping sweat from his brow said: “Impossible! The base just deployed; energy hasn’t fully connected to the defense systems yet. Power is still transmitting—currently 13%. It’ll finish in three minutes…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The figure stood far away, a mere black speck in the lens, impossible to identify, and seemed small.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t crush the base outright like Magneto—this made everyone believe he couldn’t attack the base so quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the figure seemed to spin in place, then threw something. Everyone in the launch center saw a ring of light racing toward them at blinding speed, carrying unstoppable force—*whoosh*—sliding across the screen, then striking the base’s energy core with perfect precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the brilliant explosion lit up the screen again, the generals still didn’t know the name of that ring—but the glow on their faces outshone even New York’s sunset.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light flared again, and for the first time, they saw the stars of this universe with crystal clarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was still just another quiet day on Earth; few knew what had happened in space—but nearly all of New York heard the sound of several hearts breaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, the military base’s conference room was lifeless. Everyone sat silent, and half the chairs were empty—most had left to explain the incident to their superiors; the rest were in hospitals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This incident contributed nothing to the military’s grand ambitions, but it greatly advanced the careers of younger officers waiting to rise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the silence, Ross broke first: “The plan can’t end here—otherwise we’ll lose even more…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another officer slammed his fist on the table: “There’s a conspiracy here—someone is sabotaging us!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What about that ring from yesterday? Didn’t anyone go to recover it?” another general asked. The one beside him shook his head: “We sent teams. We even got Stark to pull surveillance from the Mercury Base—the ring vanished into thin air…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where's the circle from yesterday? Didn't you send anyone to retrieve it?\" another General asked, and the General beside him shook his head and said, \"We sent people—we even found Stark’s footage from Mercury Base—the circle vanished into thin air...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly what it sounds like. In the footage, the ring that destroyed Red Gate Base simply disappeared—no trajectory, no trace, no one knows where it went.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And according to Stark’s analysis, the light emitted by the ring doesn’t conform to our dimension’s optical properties. It’s likely left behind by a higher-dimensional entity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But who could collude with the United Nations, Asgard, and these so-called higher-dimensional beings? If he had that power, why not just obliterate our transporters outright? Why create all these accidents?” a young officer asked, baffled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s the point,” another officer tapped the table. “If someone is secretly targeting us, and he can mobilize other nations to launch space debris, coordinate with Asgard, and even contact higher-dimensional entities—why not just have Asgard’s warships blast our rockets to dust?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross shook his head. He couldn’t understand it either. Logically, if someone wanted to stop this plan—say, mutants—they could just send Magneto up and crush the base. Why all these elaborate schemes? What purpose did it serve except waste time and energy?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross knew himself: the military’s transporters and equipment were essentially defenseless. The design was too old; even if fortified, they couldn’t withstand modern weapons, let alone a mutant like Magneto.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if mutants knew about this plan, they wouldn’t be this quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In past incidents, when Sentinel robots hunted them, they made global headlines, screaming to the world that they were victims.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, the military threatened their very survival. If they knew, even without others, Wolverine would be rampaging everywhere demanding answers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross knew mutants, though fractured, had clear roles: Magneto and Professor Xavier played good cop and bad cop; Wolverine, though reckless, was their bargaining chip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among female mutants, calmer ones like Shadowcat played the victim, crying on TV; while Storm, more radical, gave speeches and ran media accounts to push their views.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they knew the military’s plan, this would be chaos—X-Men would denounce them, the Brotherhood would ignite fires worldwide, Magneto wouldn’t sit idle—he’d threatened the president before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, nothing. Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters operated normally. The Brotherhood was silent. Magneto hadn’t returned from the Andromeda Galaxy. Even his daughter, Polaris, was missing. Nothing suggested they felt threatened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond that, Ross couldn’t imagine who else could be their enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Stark—he wasn’t allied with mutants. Given his personality, if he opposed something, he’d storm Congress, hold press conferences—not vanish into his lab, ignoring calls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Asgard and the Sanctum Sanctorum were even less likely—they were transcendent organizations with no stake in Earth’s affairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eastern nations only cared about their own mutants, handled the issue skillfully, never worried publicly, and wouldn’t interfere during this technological race.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all considerations, the military could only think of one possibility: S.H.I.E.L.D.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Director Nick Fury had erupted in fury during the secret meeting, unusually and vehemently opposing the plan—no one could persuade him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As everyone exchanged glances, realizing they all thought of the same man, the conference phone in the center rang. Ross pressed the button—Nick’s voice came through:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, oh, oh… look what I see—someone’s spaceship exploded?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What, did you really launch your own mother into the sun? What a shame—she doesn’t even have a grave. Has Susan next door finally stopped hiding that you’re her illegitimate sons?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I told you all—you’d never succeed! Like this!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I told you all long ago—you’re never going to succeed!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You’ll blow up with your mother into the sun!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No remains!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is the consequence of your stupid decisions!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t expect S.H.I.E.L.D. to clean up your mess!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a torrent of profanities poured from Nick’s mouth, every general’s face darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse still, the next day Nick leaked the incident to Congress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Congress had tacitly approved it, the condition was success—success meant silence, failure meant embezzlement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, the military had promised many anti-mutant groups they’d succeed; those factions now applied heavy pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nick’s unusually firm and public stance cemented the military’s belief: he was the culprit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, S.H.I.E.L.D. and the military had always been rivals. Last time the military betrayed S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick had been waiting for revenge—he had clear motive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He also had means: S.H.I.E.L.D., as a transcendent organization, could easily bribe a nation to launch space debris.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nick had personally contacted Odin, even hosted Thor and Loki—he could easily enlist Asgard’s aid. As for higher-dimensional entities, only S.H.I.E.L.D. had such oddities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With motive and method confirmed, S.H.I.E.L.D.’s suspicion became infinite. To the military, this was clearly a S.H.I.E.L.D. trap—likely a five-year plot to cripple the Taltu faction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The military’s vigilance toward Nick Fury reached its peak—and they officially broke ties with S.H.I.E.L.D.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To shift blame and reduce pressure, the feud spilled into Congress and the press. Though no specifics were named, everyone knew the two sides were now mortal enemies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The military had gone this far precisely because they thought: “I’ve lost everything—I’ll make sure you suffer too.” They hoped to pressure S.H.I.E.L.D. into cleaning up their mess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The military spokesperson took to the media, accusing Nick Fury of negligence, while the Taltu faction allied with other factions and congressmen to pressure S.H.I.E.L.D. The United Nations saw many nations denounce Nick Fury for incompetence…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One newspaper after another flew across the nation and landed on Shiler’s desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The final headline, in bold black type, clearly bore Nick’s face:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yesterday, a gunshot rang out in Congress—S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Nick Fury was assassinated, killed on the spot.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And on the front page of the final newspaper, Nick’s face was clearly printed, the headline in bold black typeface reading—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yesterday, gunshots rang out in Congress; SHIELD Director Nick Fury was assassinated, dying on the spot.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1843,"2026-06-20T16:39:22.658Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","0e426a5f151f0bfab199edd675ba5f6ef4a1bf608368131dc8779bca222b4670","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-872","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-870",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]