[{"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-872":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},2323440,4544,"Chapter 872","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-872",872,"\u003Cp>New York’s night wind is never gentle; after the weather turns cold, the howling gusts through the streets are like dense, fine needles, and no matter how thick the coat or scarf, they cannot ward off this chill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Passersby hurry, hands shoved in pockets, hats pressed down, scarves pulled tight, dreaming of warm fireplaces and steaming meals as they quicken their pace toward home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they looked up, the glass facades of buildings glowed warm under streetlights, the lamps like leaping flames climbing the mirrors upward until the fire touched the sky—where a shadow stood at the edge of the building’s roof, gazing down over all of New York.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sorrow burned like fire; just hours earlier, a deafening gunshot had shattered the surface calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spider-Man clutched a newspaper tightly in his hand; as his fingers loosened slightly, several copies of the Global Times drifted down, their front pages headlined with the news of Nick Fury’s death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been meant to be a quiet afternoon—Peter had just finished a date with Gwen, their first embrace in the crowded street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gwen’s cheeks were redder than the red Christmas stockings just hung in the shop windows; Peter smiled at her, his eyes brighter than the bulbs on the Christmas tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gwen, you’ve got to come over for Christmas dinner—my uncle and aunt really want to meet you. They’re gentle, kind people—you don’t need to worry…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know, I know…” Gwen hooked her finger through Peter’s, head bowed. “They’re surely gentler than my dad. But you still need to figure out how to handle him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the mention of this, Peter pulled a long face. “Chief is a hero—he fought bravely during the Bat invasion of New York—but I’m afraid he’ll use that bravery on me and kick me out of your house.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gwen burst out laughing. “No way. You’re overthinking it. He’s basically accepted that I have a boyfriend now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then she frowned. “But I’m not sure he’ll accept that his daughter’s boyfriend is Spider-Man. You know—he’s always complaining you’re swinging around New York drawing attention, thinks you’re a flake…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gwen tugged Peter’s arm. “Maybe you should stay off the papers for a while. If you really piss him off, he might point a gun at you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I swear I won’t fight back!” Peter made a vow gesture; Gwen quickly pulled his hand down. Peter laughed, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. Gwen pushed him away with mild annoyance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment of playful banter, they had to part. Gwen sighed. “Betty, the girl from my lab who was so kind to me, has to go home to recover from anxiety. Dr. Dora, who taught me so much, has been reassigned. The new researchers? I don’t know any of them. Handing over my work will take ages.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s fine,” Peter immediately reassured her. “Humanity’s finally united. Every field is advancing faster than ever before—many times faster. Now’s the perfect time. You don’t need to rush.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter’s voice brightened. “I can’t believe it—all of humanity, united, heading into space. Maybe soon we’ll fly beyond the Milky Way, explore the mysteries between the stars?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Gwen wasn’t excited. She frowned slightly, gripping his hand. “Peter, you’re always so optimistic. But… I can’t explain it. I heard there’s been a data breach in our lab…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gwen sighed, her hand tightening. “I have a feeling… this is the calm before the storm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t think like that, Gwen. Remember what I said? Better to spend time doing experiments than worrying about things that might never happen.” Peter looked into her eyes. “All our technologies are reaching maturity. If we keep going like this, humanity’s dream of wandering among the stars will come true soon…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gwen tilted her head, glanced at him, then looked away, lowering her eyes. “When that happens… what will you do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do? Of course keep doing experiments, finish university… wait, you mean… uh, I… I mean…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter stammered, clutching his fingers tightly—but Gwen had already pulled away, turning to walk forward. She looked back at him. “Go do your experiments. We’ll see each other tomorrow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter stared blankly at Gwen’s retreating figure. He bounced twice on his heels, wanting to punch the wall—but at the last moment, he held back his strength, only gently brushing his fingers against the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he hurried down the street, backpack in hand, almost forgetting his destination, his mind flooded with exhilaration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter didn’t think of himself as particularly romantic—he was a classic science student. But in this moment, his soaring emotions made him feel he’d spent all his inspiration for the rest of his life, and had just conceived the perfect idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If humanity could truly step into the cosmos, feel the brilliance of the stars—what more romantic day could there be to mark as the most unforgettable moment of one’s life?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This state injected an adrenaline rush into Peter’s mind. Scientific inspirations erupted—one brilliant idea after another piled up in his head, making him desperate to return to the lab and put them into practice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the lab was still far away. Walking would take too long. Peter slipped into a quiet alley, changed into his Spider-Man suit from his backpack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the web-shooters were secured, Spider-Man reappeared above New York. Joy and exhilaration carried him higher, nearly merging with the sun’s glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not far along, he spotted a car parked crookedly beside a utility pole—clearly an accident. Cars behind it waited, some drivers impatiently honking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spider-Man released his web, rolled on the ground to dissipate force, then arrived beside the wrecked vehicle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To his surprise, the window rolled down—and a familiar face appeared. Eddie Brock leaned out. “Hey! Spider-Man, perfect timing. Help me right the car—I’m rushing to the airport.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eddie, what are you doing here? Is Venom okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s fine—otherwise I’d already be on the plane.” Eddie had barely finished complaining when Venom’s face appeared. He bared his teeth. “Shut up, coward. I just stomped the gas. You’re the one who lost control of the wheel…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, alright, no more arguing. Mr. Brock, I’ll help you right the car.” Spider-Man moved to the front, shoved hard—and the car slid back onto the road.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He patted the hood. “Should be fine. By the way, why the rush to the airport? Any big news?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eddie’s expression changed abruptly. He opened his mouth to speak—but Venom’s face reappeared. “Shut up. Just drive. Don’t waste time on this idiot…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, he stomped the gas. The car vanished from Spider-Man’s view. He scratched his head, puzzled—but still headed as planned to Stark Tower’s lab.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as he entered the lab, Peter changed clothes, grabbed two sheets of paper, and began scribbling on the backs. After a while, he stepped back, glanced at it—and seemed thoroughly satisfied with his idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked up several sheets, stepped into the elevator, and said to JARVIS: “Take me to Stark’s floor. I’ve got a new idea about yesterday’s discussion—he’s going to love it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Apologies, Mr. Parker. Mr. Stark is not currently in Stark Tower. Would you like me to contact him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not in Stark Tower? Where is he? The Avengers’ base? The UN conference room?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Connecting you to Mr. Stark now. Beep… Beep… Hello? Peter? Are you in the lab?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter noticed Stark’s voice sounded odd, but he didn’t know why. Before he could speak, Stark said: “Have JARVIS send a jet to pick you up… No, Peter, stay in New York. Go to the Avengers’ base. Guard the equipment there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Stark hung up. Peter was confused—Stark never ended calls like that before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“JARVIS, what’s going on?” Peter asked. But JARVIS replied: “Mr. Stark has prepared your upgraded suit in Lab Two. Shall I deliver it to you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“JARVIS, is Stark hiding something from me?” Peter frowned. He bit his lip. “Fine if he won’t tell me—I’ll ask someone else.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped out of the elevator, pulled out his phone, and dialed. “Hello? Dr. Sheeler? What’s happened?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really?… What did you say? You’re not in New York either? Where has everyone gone? What’s going on?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter stopped in the hallway. He hung up, sighed, stood still. After a moment, he heard mechanical footsteps behind him. He turned—and found JARVIS, controlling his mechanical body, standing there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The towering robot bent slightly, extending his hand. Peter looked at the Spider-Man suit in his palm, turned his head away angrily. “I don’t want it. I can make my own.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>JARVIS didn’t react. He retracted the suit. Peter pulled out his phone again, dialing as he spoke: “I’m calling Captain America. He won’t lie to me. He wouldn’t hide anything from me…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised the phone. “Hello, Captain? What’s going on? Why is everyone hiding things from me? Are you not in New York either?… Captain! Captain! What’s wrong? Why are you…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh god, don’t do that, Captain. No matter what it is, I’ll stand with you… Alright, I’ll guard New York. But shouldn’t you tell me what’s really happening?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Buy a newspaper?” Peter said, astonished. “What does that have to do with anything?… Fine, Captain, you’re busy. I’ll go buy one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter dashed out of the hallway, leapt out the window, and swung agilely onto the roof of the opposite building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked down, spotted the nearest newsstand—and saw the latest batch of newspapers being placed on the front shelf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter frowned. It wasn’t morning. Why were new papers arriving now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the car that just drove off bore the Global Times logo. This wasn’t some small press—even former journalist Eddie Brock could only be a regular editor. A major company like this never changes delivery times arbitrarily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Peter bought the latest paper, took it from the shelf, unfolded it—and saw, on the front page, the death notice of Nick Fury, whom he had seen just yesterday.\u003C\u002Fp>",1638,"2026-06-20T16:39:22.658Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","9c60ecce4261f324531bda06a37f3c5ffbe056dd60e7dc0b1fb463215f5e4d79","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-873","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-871",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]