[{"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-892":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},2323460,4544,"Chapter 892: Brilliant Stars (35)","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-892",892,"\u003Cp>Peter returned to Stark Tower again; in the hallway, he called Coulson, but Coulson didn’t answer, so he called Steve, and Steve’s voice came through, sad and exhausted:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Peter, I know you can’t believe it—that’s why Stark didn’t want to tell you, for fear of hurting you—but I just saw the body…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steve’s voice began to tremble as he said, “Maybe you don’t know, but Nick’s long life depends on a special serum—it’s different from my Super Soldier Serum; it doesn’t grant super strength or regenerative abilities. Peter, Nick isn’t like us—he’s not a Super Soldier, just an ordinary man.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A sniper bullet pierced his chest, shattering his heart—I saw the gaping hole in his chest, the fragments of his heart…” Steve’s sorrow made Peter believe him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew Captain America wouldn’t lie or deliberately deceive him, and during his past dealings with Nick Fury, his Spider-Sense had also told him the man posed no threat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant Nick Fury might be the King of Spies, but his physical condition wasn’t far beyond that of an ordinary human—a single sniper bullet was enough to kill him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Shiler’s voice came through the phone: “Peter, don’t overthink it. Go back to the lab. It’ll be fine in a few days. We’ll tell you when the funeral is held.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I told you they wouldn’t let this go! I warned Nick not to go alone—but he insisted. You sided with him back then, and now look?!” Stark’s voice echoed in the background, equally angry and grieving:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Steve Rogers, you’ve lost another comrade! Now who are you going to blame? The world?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I told you long ago things wouldn’t turn out as optimistically as you hoped—you all just laugh and play while those people… those schemers—they’re always ready to kill us!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough, Tony. This isn’t Steve’s fault.” Shiler’s voice cut in; since he was close to the mic, Peter heard him clearly: “We did overlook the fact that they’d dare target Nick…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And there are few assassins bold enough to strike in Congress and escape cleanly—they’re a veteran, and the one who hired him…” Shiler sighed faintly: “Before, the tension between S.H.I.E.L.D. and the military was so sharp—we couldn’t even convince anyone it wasn’t the military.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll go talk to them.” Steve’s voice rose: “I have to talk to them!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is that your response to this?” Stark’s sarcasm returned: “Your old comrade died right before your eyes, and your reaction is just to go talk to them? To negotiate with those traitors to humanity?! Is that what you want?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop arguing. Let’s figure out a solution…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter’s grip on the phone tightened until—*crack*—it shattered in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the fragments fell to the floor, a mechanical arm landed beside his feet, picked them up, and tossed them into the trash. Peter turned to see JARVIS placing a hand on his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mechanical mask’s eyes flickered. Peter’s voice shook as he asked, “JARVIS… why did they do this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>JARVIS shook his head gently; the sound of grinding gears was harsh. Peter closed his eyes, turned his head away in the dim hallway, and clenched his fists helplessly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Every time I think things are getting better, something like this happens. I thought humanity had finally united, that we could work together—is it really just me being naive?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The towering robot crouched down, his glowing eyes fixed on Peter. Through the flickering light, Peter slowly remembered the time Nick Fury had once kept him at S.H.I.E.L.D. to persuade him:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Peter, you must understand—we must seize this opportunity, this best moment. It may be humanity’s only chance to reach the stars.” Nick looked Peter in the eye: “We need more talent. It’s not shameful—it’s humanity’s dream. No matter which universe they’re from, all humans think this way…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nick’s eyes glowed with an unusual light. From his tone, Peter heard a sincerity utterly unlike his usual demeanor: “We don’t have much time. We need more people to work toward this, don’t we?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Director Fury, every research project follows its own pace. Even if we sent ten thousand people to Mercury Base now and laid all the foundations, we still have to wait for the construction components to be developed.” Peter adjusted his glasses: “Science can’t be rushed. Pushing for quick results only leads to mistakes—and the losses will be greater.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nick took a deep breath: “Peter, I understand you—you’re a researcher, and you value precision. But perhaps you need to try understanding the current situation…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s wrong with the current situation? Isn’t it going well?” Peter shrugged. “Everything’s proceeding orderly. Whether it’s national space tech development or Mercury Base research, just the other day, Dr. Dora told me another project was completed—with excellent results.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter looked at Nick: “Director, you might be too anxious. If we keep developing steadily like this, humanity will eventually step into space, sailing among the stars.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Nick walked back to his desk and sat down. “Peter, as a child of this new era, perhaps you don’t know that humanity isn’t for the first time this close to this great goal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In that era you don’t know, we did even more. In that age of explosive advances in basic science, all of humanity dreamed of breaking free from Earth’s gravity, soaring freely through the cosmos.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perhaps you’ve seen, in museums from that era, many rusted rockets and toy space models. That wasn’t unusual.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I was born into an ordinary farmer’s family in Alabama. The only toy I ever had was a small rocket that could be launched.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The mechanism was simple—a spring at the bottom. Press it, and it would fly up a little. It didn’t go high, and the quality was poor—after a few launches, the paint peeled off completely.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nick Fury picked up his pen, mimicked a rocket launch, then let it drop onto the desk. “Like this. Pathetic, right? But back then, it was already an incredible toy—the one I loved most.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Later, I joined the military. During WWII, shrapnel from a grenade took one of my eyes—and I was injected with a serum that granted me a long life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“During the Cold War, I served in the CIA. My main adversary then was the Soviet Union.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nick leaned back in his chair, his single eye fixed on the ceiling: “You might find it hard to believe, but though they were my enemies, my own colleagues believed half of humanity’s future rested on them—and the KGB thought the same of us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We had to prove we were stronger than them—but we also admitted they were strong. You might not believe it, but much of the intelligence we gathered was used to praise the Soviets. Unthinkable, right? Today you only see smear campaigns—but back then, it wasn’t like that…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When their rockets launched successfully, we marveled and acknowledged their lead—then we’d go to our own space department and swear we weren’t far behind.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So today you launch a rocket, tomorrow I test a device. In that peak of technological development, we used methods modern people can’t imagine to launch equipment that now seems primitive—and we cheered with pride.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That was the closest humanity had ever come to the stars in tens of thousands of years.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter stared at Nick, stunned. He’d never imagined the S.H.I.E.L.D. director—who always used slick, manipulative words to convince him to recruit labor from other universes—could have this side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt that at this moment, Nick resembled Steve. People from that era always carried an astonishing vitality, unlike this era, worn down by apathy and punk aesthetics. Back then, they held an unspoken conviction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Peter knew well that the technology of that time paled beside today’s Solar System development program. Now, we could effortlessly send equipment to Mercury and assemble it there—no era in human history had achieved such feats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing in the hallway, Peter admitted he’d once looked down on Nick’s mindset.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought progress only moved forward, never backward. Technologically, it truly had advanced—humanity had marched steadily forward. Why cling to nostalgia?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now Peter understood what Nick was mourning. His point wasn’t about how much scrap metal had been launched into space back then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was that Nick Fury, a native-born American, a soldier raised on American ideals, a top CIA agent, still longed for the era when the Soviet Union still existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was almost unimaginable. This wasn’t one great power controlling and brainwashing a lesser one—it was the collision of two great powers. Yet what he saw wasn’t hatred based on nationality or ethnicity—he saw the brilliance of human stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter suddenly understood what Nick was anxious about. In that moment, he realized he shouldn’t underestimate the wisdom of the long-lived. The longer one lives, the clearer one sees human nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he himself had clung to illusions. He recalled: had he truly never grasped the essence of human nature? Perhaps not—he’d simply used technological progress as an escape from certain truths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, the gunshot in Congress told him: escape is useless. Don’t cling to vain illusions. No matter how strong your armor, how sturdy your chest, it won’t stop a bullet from the shadows—shattering your heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He donned his suit, pulled on his mask, stood before the window. Spider-Man paused, turned to JARVIS, who waved at him—as if saying goodbye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spider-Man leapt out, swinging through the cold wind above New York. On the rooftop of Stark Tower, he let out a silent roar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dark clouds obscured the sky; the moon no longer shone bright. In New York, black clouds pressed down on the city.\u003C\u002Fp>",1596,"2026-06-20T16:39:22.658Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","96c858247a9896014096646b20a94096f9b3aac0cc3d12da84099184193ed3af","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-893","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-891",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]