[{"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-886":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},2323454,4544,"Chapter 886","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-886",886,"\u003Cp>As previously mentioned, Schiler greatly enjoyed weaving his plans into tangled knots, with many branches splitting off, and those branches twisting into even more complex knots, mutually causal and echoing each other’s ends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although the entire plan appeared linear, in reality it had become a chaotic web, like a city map crammed with subway lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even the most tangled threads have a beginning and an end; perhaps many still remember that Schiler’s original purpose in seeking Death was to obtain his own Hall of Heroes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though countless intricate sub-plans had been layered in between, Schiler had always been a man who never forgot his original intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From riding the underworld vessel upon the River Styx alongside the Moon Knight, to resisting the Dog’s failed rewind that denied him rewards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along the way, many may have forgotten, but Schiler never forgot his dream of possessing a Hall of Heroes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, he had reached a point near the end of this tangled path; though his mind still held more knots, he knew it was time to realize his ultimate goal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To this end, he first leveraged his tug-of-war with Eternity to divert Eternity’s attention toward Death, secretly reminding Eternity of Death’s rule violations and reporting Death’s fraudulent ballot-stuffing through resurrections.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, by publicly orchestrating the large-scale trade of resurrection slots, he forced Death to initiate contact with him; since Death could not reach him by phone, Death naturally turned to the tool, and Death’s most famous tool was none other than Thanos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He set a trap for Thanos, used Eternity’s hand to give Thanos a lesson, and simultaneously leveraged Thanos’s actions to send a message to Death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiler knew that these rule-bound entities could directly perceive timelines, meaning they could see his entire plan in full.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eternity had so readily let Schiler return precisely because, standing atop the River of Time and looking backward, the moment he saw the tangled knot, he understood: it was basic wisdom not to argue length with a madman—whether human or god.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of person would devise such an impossibly complex plan, with countless branches, each thread seamlessly linking to another, echoing and interlocking—and actually possess the ability to execute it step by step?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was only one answer: a madman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing at some node along the River of Time, Eternity saw on Schiler the terrifying arrogance unique to humanity: someone who revered nothing great in this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He disregarded all rules of eternal beings, feared not sinking into Death’s quicksand, and willingly embraced madness, treating all things as means to achieve a single goal—including those self-proclaimed proud gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Schiler’s arrogance—and humanity’s arrogance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What propelled humanity out of savagery, conquered nature, developed society, and built civilization was not the so-called virtues of humility and deference, but the ruthless arrogance and greed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Eternity realized this, he did only one thing: he posted a sign on the door of his Eternal Palace reading, “Schiler and shit not allowed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Death realized this, she sighed deeply, then appeared before Schiler and asked: “What do you want?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiler smiled and pulled out a proposal. Death hesitated, then took it and read the title aloud:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Joint Resurrection Office for the Pan-Human Civilization Sphere, and the Paradise Construction Plan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Paradise Construction Plan?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter, seated at his desk, raised his voice: “Is Paradise something you build? I mean… is Paradise being built now? Wait, no… Paradise should already exist… but…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter’s questions piled up so fast he didn’t know where to start, but Schiler spoke with perfect patience: “It’s fine—we have all the time in the world. I’ll explain slowly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In short, I visited each pantheon and told them I had a channel to communicate with Death—or rather, I brought Death along, though they couldn’t see her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As intermediary, I connected them with Death to sign new resurrection contracts, under one condition: that all resurrection services across the Pan-Human Civilization Sphere and equivalent-tier factions be centralized.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can think of it as before, they were individual shops on a commercial street, each owning their own store; now, they are departments within a single company.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Death will build a new building where all resurrection services from every pantheon and equivalent-tier faction will be handled under one roof, and former individual managers will become company employees.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s why, on your way here, you saw buildings of every style—essentially, every Hall of Heroes from every pantheon in this single universe has been relocated here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter nodded thoughtfully: “I get it. Originally, each had their own company with a resurrection department, but due to policy changes, all resurrection departments saw declining performance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So they united and negotiated with the policymakers: if all companies merged their departments, increased volume would give them leverage to renegotiate terms. Is that right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly.” Schiler nodded with satisfaction. Talking to a smart man was easy; Peter had understood everything himself, but he continued:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As intermediary, I proposed to all pantheons that unity would give them leverage to negotiate with Death—and Death, in turn, gained leverage to negotiate with her superior.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My ballot-stuffing was wrong, but now the situation is this: every pantheon in this single universe that benefited or suffered has united in protest. Death naturally now has grounds to file an official report.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eternity, seeing this, cannot simply crush them. The best solution is mutual compromise: as long as basic stability is maintained, resurrection slots and methods can be negotiated.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long and grueling negotiation, you now see the true United Paradise, built by the gods themselves, primarily for resurrection services and occasionally used for inter-divine exchanges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The pantheons gain more resurrection slots and looser rules; Death no longer needs to sign individual contracts with each, nor fear losing her investments if a company collapses; Eternity gains stability, repairs his relationship with Death, and wins public favor—all sides win.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiler smiled and said: “And I—surely you’ve noticed—I gave my full effort without demanding any reward. You know me… I’m just like that…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter could barely listen anymore. He turned to the forms on the desk and said: “I’ve filled them out, Doctor. Where to next?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiler, lost in memory, suddenly snapped back. “Oh, Your Divine Majesty, please sign and stamp this. I’ll take him to collect living supplies. Recently arrived humans won’t be resurrected anytime soon—they’ll need to stay here a while, so they must receive supplies.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hippo Goddess nodded, pulled out a large seal, and stamped the form with a sharp “thwack,” then signed it. “Exit right, turn left—go to the Living Supplies Department for your list.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiler took the form and led Peter down the right corridor, turned left, and entered another office. The skull-headed moon god Kong Su idly fiddled with his staff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Greetings, Your Divine Majesty, Moon God. I’ve brought a new angel to collect supplies.” Schiler placed the form on Kong Su’s desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kong Su’s skull didn’t move, but its jaws clicked open with a “clack,” and a seal appeared instantly on the form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he slowly reached into the drawer beneath, pulled out a list filled with item names, tapped the bottom with his staff, and returned to playing with his staff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiler took the form and the item list without concern, led Peter out, and headed toward the warehouse. At the warehouse entrance, Peter saw a man dressed strangely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wore a long robe embroidered with odd patterns, held a jade tablet, and wore a hairpin and crown. From Peter’s knowledge, this was Eastern attire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiler approached. The man spoke, and Peter realized he was speaking Chinese. Though Peter barely understood the language, communication here relied not just on speech but on soul vibrations, so he grasped the meaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello. I’ve brought a new arrival for supplies. By the way, did the materials Dr. Dora requested arrive?” Schiler asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The robed man replied: “Greetings. The specialized texts just arrived, brought over by Lord Wheel King through the Six Realms Cycle. They haven’t been logged into inventory yet—likely available tomorrow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, I’ll take the living supplies first.” Schiler smiled. The man smiled and gestured inward: “Second row of shelves, walk forward—right-side shelves have a halo. Oh, remember: only the right-side shelves have halos that float above the head.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Last time, a careless fool grabbed a Buddhist aura as if it were a head halo and nearly got thrown out by the Buddhas. Don’t make the same mistake.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiler nodded and waved Peter forward. They entered the warehouse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sight overwhelmed Peter: religious artifacts, regional cultural items, books, weapons, even daily necessities—everything filled shelves reaching the ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiler explained: “The organization was rushed, so each pantheon’s resurrection department moved hastily. Everything’s piled here now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“At first, we couldn’t tell whose soul was whose, so we developed this system: each soul carries its own identifier. If you used my resurrection slot, you wear a halo…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait, I was just going to ask that.” Peter scratched his head. “Why a halo?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because angels wear halos.” Schiler said, as if it were obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But from what I know, halos above heads appear mostly in paintings. That halo originally came from the Egyptian pantheon’s Ra, symbolizing light and beauty. Shouldn’t the Protestant symbol be the cross?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t dwell on details.” Schiler walked to the shelf, picked up a halo, and placed it on Peter’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter touched the halo. “My aunt told me this—when I went to church, the priest said those who distort doctrine can’t enter Heaven…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiler stood behind Peter, adjusting the halo’s position. “But haven’t you already entered Heaven?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s what confuses me. Isn’t Heaven only for those God deems righteous? Has God deemed me righteous?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I deem you righteous. That’s why you’re here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But why…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because the Lord doesn’t care.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1620,"2026-06-20T16:39:22.658Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","5aecd8ff76dd566be2409345e2da6de8b06243f329b2a1992cdce5c8cb1ee0f0","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-887","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-885",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]