[{"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-881":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},2323449,4544,"Chapter 881","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-881",881,"\u003Cp>“What the hell is going on?? My people embedded in the Solar System Development Project told me those agents are working like maniacs! Good heavens! When have you ever seen them work more than four days a week?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a conference room, a young congressman slammed his fist on the table: “Don’t tell me they’ve been inspired by Nick Fury from Heaven—he’s dead, but he still won’t leave us alone?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Calm down, Freddy,” an older politician leaned back in his chair and said: “They didn’t get inspired by Nick Fury. When Fury was alive, these people did only two things every day: drink coffee and check their insurance coefficients. Their sudden diligence has nothing to do with Fury.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another female congresswoman crossed her arms: “The problem is, if they keep pushing like this, humanity’s going to break out of the Solar System—I mean, the kind of breakout that has nothing to do with us…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She picked up the file beside her, rolled it into a tube, and tapped the table: “Originally, these agents were assigned to handle all the mundane tasks of the Solar System Development Project—running errands, logistics, personnel coordination, intelligence transmission, and so on. Every lab relied on them to consolidate research findings.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Though Stark’s AI can handle most data exchanges, many projects still require human oversight—for example, the labeling on the latest equipment sent to Mercury was applied by these agents.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t you remember? Just sticking labels on equipment took them two full months! And after it was sent to Mercury, we found at least a third of the labels were wrong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The female congresswoman stood up, hand on hip: “Yesterday, fewer than twenty agents compiled all the latest reports from every lab in New York—without a single instance of two agents going to the same place. What kind of organizational ability is this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This should be the baseline for any intelligence organization,” the old politician shook his head: “But it shouldn’t be happening inside S.H.I.E.L.D.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We all know how well Nick Fury ran things. How could these people suddenly become this efficient?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The problem is, Fury is dead. S.H.I.E.L.D. should’ve collapsed. We all know many factions planted bombs inside—when the director died, they were supposed to explode. So why, after Peter Parker took over, did he unite them all???”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s impossible!” the female congresswoman raised her voice: “The CIA, the KGB, Hydra, the military, Congress—forces from Europe, Asia, Oceania—all mixed together. What power does he have to make them work as one?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s even stranger to me…” the young congressman Freddy spoke up: “Lately, S.H.I.E.L.D.’s decision-making has improved dramatically. Every choice they make is almost always correct. How is that possible?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“America has the world’s strongest think tank, yet we can only guarantee advantage in some decisions and merely maintain stability in others. Where the hell did S.H.I.E.L.D. get this level of decision-making ability???”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old politician frowned: “I don’t fully understand Stark’s AI—but could it be…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young congressman shook his head: “I’ve liaised with Stark Industries. From what I know, JARVIS, that AI assistant, excels at computation. Besides, someone like Stark would never let an AI make decisions.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And you have to consider: right now, Stark and his team are stuck in Washington, investigating Fury’s death. That involves far more intense power struggles—he probably has no time to oversee this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The female congresswoman rubbed her chin: “Could Peter Parker have some extraordinary ability beyond swinging around New York?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Penny, you know decision-making isn’t just about intelligence. You need experience and long-term vision. No teenager could possibly have those. So what else could he rely on? Intuition?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You want me to rely on intuition?” Peter sat in his office, staring at the document in front of him. It contained no content—only two words: “Yes” and “No.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But what’s the point? I’m not an AI—I don’t need to learn choices this way…” Peter added.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The agent smiled: “No, this isn’t about learning. You just pick ‘Yes’ or ‘No’ based on your gut.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is this part of my job?” Peter asked again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The agent nodded: “Don’t worry, Director. It’s not a critical question. Director Fury used to make these decisions all the time. Just focus, and follow your instinct…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Focus… focus…” Peter frowned, straining to concentrate, then said: “I feel… ‘No.’ Yeah, definitely ‘No.’ No reason—just feels wrong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The agent immediately took the paper back: “Thank you, Director. You can wait here. More work will arrive shortly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, the agent walked out with the paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once outside, his smile vanished. He pulled out a communicator from his belt: “Ward, recall the team. New Mexico won’t work. Eleven of the sixteen Spider-Men picked ‘No.’ That’s definitely a trap.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Understood. I’ll contact Hawkeye to pull them back. Next, I need to arrange personnel to accompany the equipment to Mercury. Should the Director make a choice? Alright, got it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hanging up, the agent walked to an office: “Print me a sheet with fifteen numbers, starting from 1, in sequence. No font or size differences… Thanks.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holding the numbered paper, the agent returned to Peter’s office. Peter was boredly playing a game console. The agent smiled again: “Director, please pick eight numbers from these fifteen. Just go with your gut.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh, what’s this new ritual? Whatever. I’m trying to beat this level. Fine—1, 2, 4, 6, 7…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter randomly picked a few numbers. The agent took the paper and stepped out, summoning about a dozen agents. He handed them the paper: “Print copies of these fifteen numbers. Distribute them to every lab. Have every Spider-Man pick one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the agents dispersed like a school of fish, one agent’s paper fluttered like a falling leaf. When it landed on a desk, Gwen Stacy’s voice echoed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are we picking numbers again? People in your universe are so weird—always running tests. What are you even measuring? Astrological fortune?… Fine, fine, don’t stare at me like that. Let me see… these ones.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Numbers again? A daily IQ puzzle? I’m grateful my parents gave me a brain that can recognize digits…” The Amazing Spider-Man picked up a pen and circled: “These’ll do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you guys researching some kind of AI?” Spider-Man 2099 circled numbers on the paper: “Your universe’s tech development is bizarre. Dr. Connors told me he’s still working on a project about biotech and magical portals. Too strange…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One lab after another lit up. Data streamed like flowing light. In the long-darkened Stark Tower lab, JARVIS emitted two soft beeps—a pleasant electronic tone sounded:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Accessing historical records… Analyzing influencing factors… Data name—Amazing Spider-Man. Selection accuracy: 69.28%. Influence factor: 16.1. Recording data…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Probability calculation in progress… Number ‘1’ success probability: 99.6%… Number 3 success probability: 62.7%… Calculation complete. Results transmitted…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a quiet hum, a sheet of paper emerged from the printer. A hand picked it up. Ward placed it on his desk and glanced at the dozens of agents standing before him:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Those whose numbers I call, step forward. Tomorrow, you’ll accompany the equipment to Mercury for maintenance. Remember your duty: Number 1, Number 2, Number 6…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All called agents stepped forward silently. No one questioned anything. No one asked about safety. No one inquired about return time. All remained silent until Ward saluted them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hail Hydra.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hail Hydra!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the hell? Why did they pull out?!” In the military office, General Ross stared at a file: “Why didn’t our New Mexico setup trigger any reaction?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“General, they were already hooked. Hawkeye led a team to investigate New Mexico—but for some reason, they turned back the moment they arrived.” A young officer frowned: “Same thing happened in Ohio a week ago…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This isn’t normal…” Ross growled: “S.H.I.E.L.D. can’t possibly have this level of capability. Even the highest-secret think tanks can’t perfectly avoid every trap…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross stood straight, sighed: “What about Hulk? Did they move yet?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We… we confirmed Hulk’s true identity. But for some reason, we can’t capture him.” The young officer looked uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you mean ‘can’t capture’?” Ross frowned, displeased: “Bruce Banner is just a normal man. You sneak up on him, don’t let him notice—how hard is it to knock him out?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It was possible… but… but he’s protected by Spider-Man. That Spider-Man acts like he has eyes in the back of his head—our people can’t get close at all…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Spider-Man? He’s the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.! How is he personally guarding Bruce Banner?!” Ross snapped: “Don’t make me think you’re lying to avoid blame!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hurry up. Stark and his team are stuck in Washington. If they return, things will get messy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, sir! I’ll send another team!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before a dimly lit lab bench, a dark figure fiddled with a colorful Rubik’s Cube. Suddenly, the shadowy Spider-Man paused. Slowly, he put the cube away and drew a pistol from his belt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He passed through the prep room into another lab. In a low, gravelly voice, he spoke to Banner, who was focused on his experiment: “Doctor, prepare to evacuate. They’re coming again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hold them off for a moment. This result is critical. Give me three more minutes—I’ll finish, then we evacuate together.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shadowy Spider-Man said nothing. He spun the pistol in his hand and left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Banner, eyes locked on the screen, soon heard intense gunfire. Moments later, the shadowy Spider-Man returned, reeking of blood: “Doctor, you don’t need to evacuate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally seeing the results, Banner stood up, walked to the door, cracked it open, and through the light spilling out, he saw a floor littered with corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>",1580,"2026-06-20T16:39:22.658Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","009a3e5a1650717c3e91968ce8db55466bb7de9411c79c2feda9358c541bfc12","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-882","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-880",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]