[{"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-894":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},2323462,4544,"Chapter 894: Brilliant Stars (37)","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-894",894,"\u003Cp>“Spider-Man! Stop them! Don’t let the monsters hurt New York citizens!!!” Gwen, holding Dr. Dora’s body, her eyes red, said to Spider-Man: “Go! Save them...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spider-Man’s arms trembled, but after a brief pause, he swung down on his webbing into the battlefield between the two giant monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two nearly identical monsters, in their clash, had destroyed countless buildings; many people were trapped beneath rubble, screaming. Spider-Man moved the heavy debris off them, but due to traffic jams, ambulances couldn’t get through, and the wounded couldn’t be evacuated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, sirens blared; several police cars sped down the adjacent street and stopped at the intersection where Spider-Man stood. Officers poured out, and one elderly officer with a gun waved his hand to his subordinate: “Hurry, clear the road, then go rescue people!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spider-Man turned back and saw, against the skyline, the two monsters chasing each other; the dust from collapsing buildings rose like morning mist, dissolving in the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he hesitated—whether to plunge deeper into the battle or stay and save lives—he saw the old officer running toward him. When the man burst through the smoke, Spider-Man recognized him: George, Gwen’s father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Spider-Man, go ahead—there’s chaos up there. You must stop them. We’ve got this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spider-Man glanced at him, then fired another webline and swung forward, until he reached the monsters’ battlefield and realized George’s “chaos” was a runaway train.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An obstacle on the tracks had disabled the braking system; the train, accelerating at full speed, was hurtling straight toward the end of the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pedestrians panicked, screaming as they dodged. When a red-and-blue figure landed on the train’s roof, everyone shouted, “Spider-Man!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Spider-Man had no time to bask in the spotlight. The braking system was dead; the train kept surging forward, showing no sign of stopping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the train plowed through the building, not only the passengers but also those on the lower floors would be killed. Spider-Man knew he had to stop it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing on the roof, he thought of using webbing—but if he anchored it to just one side, the train would instantly tip over. That might spare the building’s occupants, but everyone inside would die. He knew that wouldn’t work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To halt the train, he needed to apply equal resistance to both sides. But he had no device capable of firing two weblines in opposite directions and connecting them. And there was no time to build one now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crouching on the train’s roof, Spider-Man ducked beneath a power line, shot a webline to the nearby building, and left the train, swinging ahead of it at a speed faster than the train itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pushing himself to his limit, Spider-Man soon matched the train’s speed, then overtook it, until he reached the level of the train’s front.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spider-Man leapt again, landing atop the train’s cab. Above him, the building’s glass facade reflected a dark sky and heavy, sinking clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spider-Man took several deep breaths, jumped down, and reached the outside of the cab. The conductor’s eyes widened as he saw Spider-Man attach a second web-shooter to his other hand, then raise both arms and fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two weblines shot out at incredible speed, like bullets, and instantly locked onto the building’s wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the timing was perfect, no uneven force caused the train to tip. But the next second, as the weblines tightened, Spider-Man screamed in agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The junction point of the two weblines was Spider-Man’s own body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spider-Man gripped the weblines tightly, muscles straining, forcing his strength—but he had prepared nothing. The release of power was excruciating; he felt his body tearing apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the good news: he felt resistance decreasing. The train was slowing—and no derailment, no rollover. It would stop smoothly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The runaway train slowed to a halt. When Spider-Man released his grip, he gasped violently, drained of more than half his strength; his arms felt numb, his chest muscles burning as if on fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheers rose around him—but died instantly, replaced by screams. Spider-Man looked up: the red monster landed, swung a chunk of debris, and hurled it at the green monster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whoosh!” As Spider-Man swung away, pain shot from his forearm to his side, but he gritted his teeth, snatched pedestrians from the debris’s path, then heard a “boom” behind him—another shop’s kitchen exploded; fire spread instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flames climbed upward, nearly licking the low-hanging clouds; thick black smoke darkened the sky further. As Spider-Man emerged from the charred shop, thunder rumbled—New York was raining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His suit was caked in soot, but he had no time to clean it. He swung up immediately, then delivered a sharp side kick to the red monster’s neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a strike should have been decisive—the Red Hulk wasn’t the real Hulk, lacking his raw power. But exhausted as he was, Spider-Man’s kick only made the Red Hulk stagger slightly. Then the monster turned, grabbed Spider-Man’s leg, and hurled him away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spider-Man landed on the ground. The rain grew heavier. He saw a puddle beside his head, reflecting the fading glow of a streetlamp. Night had deepened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steve’s voice echoed in his ears. He whispered: “Tactics... tactics...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rose from the ground. Rain washed the grime from his suit, restoring its shine. Spider-Man leapt again, beginning his fight with the red monster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Realizing he lacked the strength to clash head-on with the Red Hulk, Spider-Man shifted tactics: he began to harass and misdirect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Green Hulk, clearly less lucid than the Red Hulk, had no tactical sense. Even with greater strength, he could only match the Red Hulk. But once Spider-Man joined the fray, the tide turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spider-Man applied tactical pressure, forcing the Red Hulk to face Green Hulk’s onslaught, while web traps and his agile ambushes quickly pushed the Red Hulk into retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red giant crashed to the ground. In the rain, the Green Hulk raised his arms and pounded his chest, roaring: “HULK!!!!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spider-Man stood atop a nearby skyscraper, watching military vehicles roll into the scene, their weapons trained on the Hulk—and on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Spider-Man did not raise his hands, scream, or crack jokes as he usually did. He simply stood on the rooftop, gazing down at the guns pointed at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw the Red Hulk’s body shrinking. General Ross, in military uniform, rose from the ground, shouting: “Capture the Hulk!! Capture that damn monster—and Spider-Man too!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“These unstable elements must be eliminated! These damn, super-strong monsters are humanity’s enemies!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spider-Man said nothing. He stood silent in the deep shadows—the first time he had not stood with ordinary people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This posture, looking down upon the world, resembled the gold-and-red figure who often perched atop Stark Tower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The communicator on his suit buzzed. Someone was calling him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello? Peter? It’s raining hard. A few houses on Forest Street lost power. Your uncle went out to fix them. The balcony on top seems to be leaking. When you come home, could you buy some tools? We need to fix it...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Aunt May. But I might be a while before I get back.” Spider-Man, standing on the rooftop, took a deep breath: “...I still have to say goodbye to my friends.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, you’re with your friends? Then don’t rush back. It’s just small things. But if you’re coming home for dinner, I’ll start preparing now...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hung up. Spider-Man exhaled slowly, fired a webline, and vanished into New York’s streets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back home, Peter wiped his soaked hair with his clothes. But as he stepped inside, he heard May’s scream: “Oh my goodness! Where have you been? Did you run home? Your hair’s soaked! Come here, grab a towel...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter took the towel silently, rubbed it over his head. May stood at the kitchen doorway, one hand on the frame, tilting her head toward him: “What’s wrong? Did you argue with your friends? You didn’t need to rush back—it’s nothing serious...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wiped her hands on her apron and returned to the kitchen. Peter went to the balcony and saw standing water, and, due to the building’s age, water seeping through cracks into his own apartment’s walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We should buy a standalone house,” Peter said as he mixed waterproofing material. “In Midtown. Right next street over...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At dinner, May kept glancing at Peter. Peter ate silently, no longer recounting his school day as he used to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After eating, May gathered her plate and said: “If you’re upset, go sleep. Tomorrow, everything will be better.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter stopped, set down his plate, swallowed his food, and looked at May: “Aunt May... do you think I’m immature? Always seeing things too simply, always fighting alone...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>May walked toward the kitchen, saying: “Your uncle was the same when he was young. But now you’ve seen—he’s always saying, ‘A good man needs three helpers.’ But you’re still young.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sitting at the table, Peter wiped his mouth: “No. Maybe now is the right time to start.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the balcony, Peter stared at the dark clouds over New York, the unceasing rain. He heard Shearer’s words echoing in his ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the noisy rain, his whisper vanished into the cold, damp air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The spider weaves a net—omnipresent, inescapable...”\u003C\u002Fp>",1516,"2026-06-20T16:39:22.658Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","2fb08a1a3833d9555a92127c3412871bf4c2d6cc604599f18140eec273e6b912","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-895","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-893",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]