[{"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-909":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},2323477,4544,"Chapter 909: The Skrull's Great Misfortune (Part 2)","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-909",909,"\u003Cp>“Captain, I called Tony, but he said he’s swamped too—can’t you just come back and help me test your ability? I only need one or two hours of your time…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You know doctors need experience—if I can’t analyze a patient’s psychology and emotions, how can I know if my ability even works? Can’t you just come back for a visit?” Schiller said over the phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lying on the ground, blood smeared across his lips, Captain America gripped his phone tightly and spoke in a low voice: “I’m not coming back. I mean, the Director’s work is critical—I must complete it immediately. It’s all for our ideal…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, I’ll hang up then.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, wait!” Captain America coughed twice, fell silent, listening as the voice on the other end called his name, then he spoke: “Doctor, Agent Carter… is she alright?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Agent Carter? You mean Sharon Carter? She… she’s fine, uh, no problems—at least, I think so.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Doctor, I want you to tell me the truth. We shouldn’t hide things from each other, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a long silence on the other end, then Captain America heard Schiller’s voice: “You know, many missions lately haven’t gone well—the Director is naturally growing anxious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Agent Carter is younger. She cares more about justice in procedure than results—just like you. You two are very much alike… but completely opposite to the Director.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yesterday, a lab was involved in child experiments. The Director proposed certain ideas. Agent Carter strongly opposed them. She defied him. He got furious and reassigned her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Captain America felt his heart tighten. He asked: “Where was she reassigned to?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not sure, but she hasn’t shown up at the office for two days. Don’t worry—the Director won’t harm her. We all know she’s in love with you.” Schiller emphasized the word “you.” Captain America knew he meant the real Captain America.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She’s expendable. So the Director will probably just send her to some remote state or a secluded lab. Nothing serious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Captain America felt his hands trembling, but he took a deep breath and said: “Alright, I understand. But I can’t return for now. We’ll talk later. Goodbye.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pressed his chest, gasping twice, feeling his body recovering rapidly. He struggled to his feet, ignoring the ash clinging to his uniform and shield, and turned toward the setting sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face bore a weariness utterly unlike Spider-Man’s—more fitting for Captain America, yet now it was genuine. He whispered: “Great ideal, great ideal… who is this ideal for? And who is it meant to be achieved for?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked up his shield and walked into the sunset. His steps did not lead toward his mission objective—but they were firm, like those of a true veteran who had endured hardship and seen the truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey? Tony? Steve says he won’t come back—can you…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can’t! Schiller! Stop calling me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Hello? What? You need results now? Where am I supposed to get results? Lab 16 is back in rework—don’t you know that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey? Lab 2 blew up again?? What the hell is Otto doing?! What? My equipment’s fault?? Absolutely impossible! Put me through to Lab 2! I want to see how Otto’s going to pin his failure on me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Reed, I advise you not to argue with me. I’m Tony Stark—the most brilliant man on Earth. My conclusions can’t be wrong… What? This formula has issues too?? Fine, I’ll check again!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tony, you—” Schiller tried to interject, but Iron Man’s roar cut him off: “Don’t call me again!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can’t you see I’m busy proving I’m the most brilliant person on this planet?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hanging up, Iron Man took two deep breaths, sat down, and pressed his forehead, overwhelmed by exhaustion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If there was one true hardship in this world, it was proving oneself the most brilliant human on Earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If there was one nearly impossible hardship, it was proving oneself the most brilliant human on Earth while unable to prove one was the smartest Skrull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Skrull impersonating Iron Man was a scientist, just like Iron Man—and one of the top minds in the Skrull Empire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had originally believed his mission would go smoothly. Humans, who hadn’t even left the solar system, couldn’t possibly compare to the supercivilization of the Skrull Empire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Think of what the Skrull Empire researched: hyperlight engine acceleration projects, dimensional jump space stabilization projects, infinite energy output enhancement projects…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now look at humans: rocket shell manufacturing, rocket fuel development, Mercury base transporter robot design—barely even crude stellar energy extraction machines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Skrull technology millions of years ahead, how could he possibly fail to impersonate a human genius?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he realized—it was entirely different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Human science had reached a peculiar stage: explosive branching of disciplines, wildly uneven technological levels, wildly imaginative ideas, and vanishingly few practical implementations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short, most human scientists had reached a level of being both incompetent and obsessed—with “incompetent” meaning compared to Skrull standards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To this Skrull scientist, human scientists had weak technical skills but loud mouths, low ability but strong will, thin resumes but endless ideas, third-rate research but first-rate stubbornness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, to maintain the persona of Iron Man—the smartest human on Earth—he had used his own knowledge to answer every human question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, he was essentially taking an exam with the answers. Every answer he gave was correct, verified through countless Skrull Empire trials. He saw nothing wrong with this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he could answer every hard question, wasn’t he the most brilliant person on Earth?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he discovered that the human race was strangely fascinating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn’t ask Stark for answers to apply them and advance human science—they asked for answers to argue with Stark and prove they themselves were the true geniuses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the fake Iron Man provided a set of data, immediately a dozen scientists would prove it wrong. When he presented the research results, another dozen would point out the experimental conditions didn’t match Earth’s environment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As previously noted, impostors are nervous—they desperately want to prove they’re real. So this Skrull scientist had to re-analyze everything using Earth’s environment. Then another dozen scientists would say his analysis was sloppy, even improperly formatted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stark, what’s wrong with you? You didn’t even specify the transport method in your equipment manual—of course it exploded!” Otto’s voice came through the phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If your voice weren’t identical to that arrogant prick Stark’s, I’d doubt you were him. Last time you sent me a conclusion—no introduction at all. How am I supposed to read it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And the example you sent me last time—what was all that nonsense? How am I supposed to show this to students? If they learn your paper format, I’ll have a stroke from anger…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otto sighed: “You even got the basic paper format wrong. If Reed—the venomous bastard—finds out, he’ll laugh himself silly. Look, if you’re exhausted, just take a break.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Otto hung up, the fake Iron Man gritted his teeth and hurled his phone onto the lab bench. He stopped pretending entirely: “Basic paper format?? I gave them the correct answers! Why won’t they just copy them?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as the fake Iron Man was about to pass out from rage, another call came in. This time it was Reed’s voice:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well, well—if it isn’t the most brilliant Tony Stark? I noticed something—your transmitted data uses the wrong symbols. Don’t you know the difference between full-width and half-width characters?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh yes, you’re the world’s most brilliant scientist—though perhaps… uh… in grammar… but that’s fine, doesn’t affect your academic level. I’ll send your paper to the publisher so everyone can admire the genius of Stark’s academic work.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fake Iron Man slammed his fist on the table: “Reed, listen—my conclusions are correct. Why do you care—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the other end let out a scoff, cutting him off: “Correct conclusions? That’s your only goal? Tell me—among the 26 labs, which brilliant scientist’s conclusion isn’t correct?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fake Iron Man opened his mouth—then realized he had no rebuttal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the 26 labs connected to Stark Tower each focused on different fields, they were all home to humanity’s most brilliant scientists—mistakes were virtually nonexistent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you only care about correct conclusions, then perhaps the title of ‘humanity’s most brilliant scientist’ should be moved. Though I wouldn’t dare claim it, someone who only seeks correct results has no right to it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a sharp *pop*, the phone flew across the room. The fake Iron Man collapsed into his chair, pressing his forehead as he recalled: How did Stark do it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had barely checked Stark’s memories before, assuming that with the answers, his impersonation was flawless. Now he realized—he kept making basic mistakes. If this continued, he’d be exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he searched, the fake Iron Man froze. He realized: Stark truly deserved the title of humanity’s most brilliant scientist. He wasn’t just brilliant—he was obsessive. Or rather, insane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How had Stark managed to lead all of humanity’s brilliant scientists, coordinating their collective efforts on solar system development, while still outpacing them all—fulfilling both managerial and research roles?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The answer: he never stopped working.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Stark’s lab, he never rested—not even for half a minute. His life-support armor provided all his biological needs. He didn’t even use the restroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Working 40 hours straight without food, water, bathroom breaks, or distraction was normal—routine. In Stark’s memories, his personal record was over 100 hours straight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, the Skrull scientist swallowed hard. He realized—he wasn’t just at risk of exposure. He was already exposed. After all, JARVIS was watching him constantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was still time to recover—if he acted like the real Stark: no sleep, no rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Skrull scientist had risen to such heights in his own empire through talent and sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He believed he hadn’t been able to match Stark’s insanity before only because he lacked the life-support armor. Now he had it—he could do it too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One day later, Nick Fury, reviewing warehouse losses in his office, received a call. Iron Man’s roar came through:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I quit!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let someone else deal with it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1675,"2026-06-20T16:39:22.658Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","ca4152e9dff34a58dc3e6e8d2e75521781d7aceaf4e46d322914726cc0f43077","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-910","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-908",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]