[{"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-889":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},2323457,4544,"Chapter 889: Brilliant Stars (31)","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-889",889,"\u003Cp>Suqiu stood frozen in place, as if controlled by some unseen force, but the next second he snapped back to awareness, staring in disbelief at what lay before him, letting out a shattered scream:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faster than he could react, the Fenris Twins attacked; Nightingale saw the danger and immediately feinted right, drawing both their gazes that way, then rolled left, grabbing Suqiu’s arm and shouting: “Run!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suqiu was utterly incapable of thought until shards from the air blast slashed across his cheek, the metallic scent of blood spreading—his survival instinct kicked in, activating his ability as he fled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Captain America’s corpse lay still in the middle of the road.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>About five minutes later, with a sharp *whoosh*, a brilliant white portal opened above the body; Shiler’s upper half emerged from it and called back inside: “You two pull his soul in—I’ll handle the body. Get it into the cryo-chamber and inject the recovery serum immediately, or there’ll be lasting damage.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped out of the portal, landing before Steve’s corpse, and summoned a cryo-chamber out of thin air—the bottom clearly marked “Stark Industries.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chamber’s shell was made of molten steel, its interior equipped with the most advanced cryogenic technology—it looked brand new.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shiler dragged Steve’s body inside, sealed the lid, then stared at the buttons on top, momentarily baffled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why is the latest cryo-chamber so complicated?” Shiler crouched before it, scratching his head. “Didn’t I tell Tony not to design more than one button? So many buttons—who knows which one to press?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Staring at the row of buttons, Shiler hesitated, then touched one. “This one looks bigger—probably the right one? Whatever, let’s try it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You pressed the wrong one. That’s the cooling button. The injection is the yellow one on the left.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, really? Thanks.” Shiler shifted his finger and pressed the yellow button. A needle extended from the rear of the chamber, piercing Steve’s neck. The modified lizard-serum recovery agent activated instantly—Steve’s body visibly regenerated before their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shiler clapped his hands in satisfaction—but the next second, his eyes widened as Tony, clad in his armor, glared at him with a deathly stare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the energy gather in the armor’s repulsors, Shiler took a step back. “Wait—I can explain—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you believe in God? Have you heard of Him? Can I take three minutes of your time to introduce you to our Lord?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boom! Boom! … Wait, I know you’re not interested! Have you heard of the Nine Realms’ Sanctum? Do you know all things return to death? Interested in contributing to Thanos’s glorious deeds? Have you heard of the Phases of the Moon… Jörmungandr…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Minutes later, a dazed Steve and a grim-faced Stark sat before the Hippo Goddess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hippo Goddess held Steve’s hand with a benevolent smile. “What a wonderful young man! I have a son who fought in WWII—he was Soviet, nearly died on the Eastern Front. By the way, do you have a girlfriend? I have a daughter…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait—wait a minute, ma’am!” Steve rubbed his forehead. “What’s going on? How is this heaven…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First, no offense—but Protestant and Egyptian pantheons are two separate systems, right? So their heavens shouldn’t be merged, right???”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And the statue of Saint Peter outside—the book he’s holding is completely wrong. Shouldn’t he be holding…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cough. Cough.” Two coughs echoed as Shiler entered, wrapping bandages around his arm. “Your Grace, are the registrations complete? I’ll take them to collect their supplies…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, hold on—I haven’t weighed their moral hearts yet.” The Hippo Goddess pulled out a scale from her drawer and began measuring. “Steve Rogers—a true righteous soul. Heaven shall be your final resting place; you shall attain eternal peace and bliss…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Anthony Stark…” The Hippo Goddess clicked her tongue. “You’re complicated. Honestly, by Protestant standards… how to put it—you’re arrogant. You’re an atheist, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know what the Protestant God thinks, but in the Egyptian pantheon, if you don’t believe, your resurrection slot gets pushed back…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh—he believes.” Shiler stepped forward quickly. “I’ve thoroughly introduced him to our Lord. He just converted ten minutes ago. Baptism? Well, if a bombardment counts as baptism, then his was quite grand…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark narrowed his eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself. I was the one who baptized you with artillery.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Irrelevant, Your Grace. Their forms are filled. Please stamp them—we’ll go collect the supplies.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Hippo Goddess pulled out her seal to stamp the forms, Peter entered carrying a stack of papers. “Doctor, I could do theoretical research here, but I need supporting papers. Is there internet? If not, could someone fetch the papers I need?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steve and Stark turned to Peter. When Peter looked up from his papers and saw them, his face lit up in delight. “Oh my god—you’re finally here—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he realized his mistake, stammering: “Ah—I didn’t mean you should’ve died sooner! I meant… well… never mind. Forget I said anything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still dazed, Steve blinked. “I must be hallucinating—why is Peter here too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“More importantly—why is Tony Stark in *my* heaven with Peter?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you mean?!” Stark crossed his arms, sizing up Steve. “Do you think I wanted to be stuck in the same heaven as you? If it weren’t for checking what Shiler’s up to, I’d never set foot in this place!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced around the room with disdain. “Just now I saw the garden outside—it’s barely thirty thousand square feet. Who the hell runs a heaven this shabby?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And this reception room—my god, even Jesus’s quarters before his crucifixion were better! Look at this table—is it an artifact from the Pharaohs? And this cup—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tony Stark! Can you get one thing straight? This heaven was built three months ago. Do you know how much effort it took to merge all these systems? If you’ve got time to nitpick, go read the Bible!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shiler took a deep breath, as if holding back fury. “And you two! Peter Parker and Steve Rogers—you just read the Bible a few extra times? Do you really need to pick apart every statue’s clothing?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jesus had twelve apostles. How am I supposed to know what each one wore?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Besides—Jesus is God’s son. The twelve apostles are Jesus’s employees. I’m God’s direct employee. My rank is higher—I say what they wear, and they wear it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter opened his mouth—Shiler cut him off. “You short-sighted brutes! I ran myself ragged to build you all a Valhalla, and instead of helping, you’re complaining?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter and Steve both fell silent. Peter murmured: “Thanks, Doctor. Sorry—I shouldn’t have complained. Having a heaven is enough…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm… so this is your Valhalla? Built in three months? Not bad…” Steve nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark rolled his eyes deeply. “Can you two use your brains?! Even if you have no brains, at least have some anger! Shiler just killed you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That explosion, those twins—none of it had nothing to do with Shiler? He just engineered a vile, cowardly plot that made you die in agony! If I hadn’t sensed something was off, he’d have killed me too!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But Doctor said he’d resurrect us,” Peter ventured hesitantly. “If he can bring us back, is it really killing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steve rubbed his chin. “Legally, killing someone and then resurrecting them isn’t murder—it’s attempted murder at most. But since resurrection is intentional, it’s not even attempted murder…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark took a deep breath and turned to Shiler. “Do you have another heaven? Send me there! I can’t stay here another second—I feel like I’m melting in their holy light!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If arrogant Shiler hated every person in the world equally, then Spider-Man, Captain America, and Superman excelled at forgiving every person in the world equally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shiler walked to the table and picked up the forms. “Come on. Follow me to collect your supplies.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Minutes later, Peter with his halo, Steve with his halo, and Stark holding his halo as he studied it, arrived at the modern office building disguised as a church that Peter had visited before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they walked, Stark held up the halo. “Peter, don’t tell me you didn’t notice this halo is just molten steel with tritium tubes and Kamala’s levitation magic? It’s a completely artificial toy—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What, did you expect me to summon God himself to hand you a halo?” Shiler snapped. “Are you going to analyze what material God is made of next?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the elevator, Stark was speechless. “Before you steal something, can’t you erase the owner’s name? You haven’t even removed ‘Stark Industries’ from the elevator shaft—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he finished, Shiler waved his hand—the words vanished. Shiler shrugged. “Heaven original.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Walking into the building, seeing the lobby identical to SHIELD’s, Stark sneered. “Heaven original, huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they entered the office, they found Nick Fury and Coulson drinking on the sofa. Stark exhaled sharply. “I knew it—the King of Spies wouldn’t die from a stray bullet. Nick Fury, are you really playing along with this madman?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s ‘playing along’? What’s ‘madness’?” Shiler bristled. “Don’t judge what you don’t understand. My plan has only just begun—the best is yet to come…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked behind his desk, set down his cup, and let the bottom rest lightly on the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a soft *clang*, the detention cell door shut. Behind the bars, Suqiu’s face was hollow with exhaustion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>News of Captain America’s death spread instantly among the elite—then came the next blow: Tony Stark suffered a fatal heart attack from the cumulative trauma.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If these successive tragedies hadn’t shaken them, the next revelation struck like thunder—leaving them utterly hopeless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SHIELD was gone. Project Red Gate was gone. Public support was gone. Spider-Man was dead. Captain America was dead. Iron Man was dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, Shiler had returned.\u003C\u002Fp>",1604,"2026-06-20T16:39:22.658Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","148f3b482ca05ab048453299affbf45dac6f2576bbdbde021f9d5d1e45fe85c3","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-890","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-888",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]