[{"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-91":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},2322659,4544,"Chapter 91: Slime and Scum (Part 1)","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-91",91,"\u003Cp>I’m a doctor, not God.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange stood with his hands on his hips at the operating room door and said: “And I’m a psychiatrist—I can’t cure everything. You can’t just dump every sick person on me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So how’s Dr. Connors doing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t know—you’ll have to ask the diagnostic machines. I can’t even fully understand all that data.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Strange saw Shiler, Stark, and Peter all staring at him like he was a failing student—he completely snapped and shouted: “What do you take doctors for? A wish machine? You dump every random illness on me and expect me to cure them instantly—and if I can’t, you’re going to question my professional competence?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shiler said: “Fine, even if you can’t cure him, at least point us to someone who can.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange rolled his eyes: “Given his current condition, you’d be better off praying to God.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I hope you can save him. I’ll pay you a fortune,” Stark said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All you ever talk about is money. I know you’re rich, but not everything in this world can be solved with cash. You bring me a half-dead corpse—what am I supposed to do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Listen, you’d better do it quickly…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark stepped forward, jabbing his finger at Strange’s shoulder. His tone was aggressive. Strange was furious—he shoved Stark away: “Ha, so you expect everyone to be your rich people’s lapdogs?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, he glanced at Shiler. Shiler hadn’t reacted yet, but Stark exploded—he swung his fist straight at Strange’s face. Peter rushed forward to stop him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, calm down, Mr. Stark! Calm down!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange bent over from the punch, touched his nose, and found a trickle of blood on his fingers. He muttered a curse under his breath. Shiler immediately gripped his shoulder and dragged him away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange didn’t want to leave, but Shiler’s strength was overwhelming—he was half-dragged, half-pulled out of the hallway. No sooner had they turned the corner than Strange shouted: “What are you doing? Do you think I can’t handle that damn arms dealer?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Didn’t you notice his mood is off? Are you really going to brawl with a madman here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange sat down heavily on a chair beside the hospital corridor, breathing hard: “I just don’t get it—why are you all coming after a normal guy like me? You’ve got money, or weird tricks—you don’t belong in my life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shiler opened his mouth but held back the words—he couldn’t tell Strange that someone was staring intently at his arm right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side, Peter was trying to calm Stark. He thought Stark was unusually agitated—he hadn’t been like this before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Stark could be dramatic and sharp-tongued, his temper was usually manageable—not one to explode at the slightest provocation. Most of the time, he could communicate calmly. But now, Stark seemed inexplicably volatile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter grabbed Stark’s arm, trying to turn him around. Stark grinned, swung his arm hard—and Peter was flung backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter stared in shock at Stark’s arm. Even without using his full strength, Peter was already far stronger than an ordinary human. Iron Man without his armor should be just a normal man—how could he have pushed away Spider-Man, who had spider-enhanced strength?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter was baffled, but he knew Stark was deeply wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped back and saw Shiler waving at him from the corner. Peter glanced back at Stark one last time, then turned and ran over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark stood still, shaking his head violently, swaying back and forth as if talking to thin air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Peter arrived, he asked Shiler: “What’s going on? Is Mr. Stark sick?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It proves one thing,” Shiler said. “Alcohol turns a man into a pile of slime.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After leaving the hospital, Stark didn’t call for his armor. He gritted his teeth and muttered: “Damn it! You can’t do that! Peter’s just a kid!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me eat his head—it’ll be delicious. You’ll love the feeling…” A low, raspy voice echoed from the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark said: “Listen, you piece of slime, if you dare take control of my body again, I’ll have JARVIS blast you into flour with a 500-decibel sonic cannon!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this story begins a few days ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Obadiah had remained unconscious, Stark Industries’ weapons division had nearly ground to a halt. Even though Stark knew little about business, he realized Obadiah had been the backbone keeping Stark Industries alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without Obadiah, one problem after another piled up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Previously, Obadiah moved effortlessly between the military, Congress, and other arms dealers—he never let anyone get even a penny’s advantage, not even the military.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that Obadiah was gone, Pepper could handle business matters, but she lacked sensitivity to political maneuvering. Stark knew nothing at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suddenly realized he’d been living in a vacuum—he only needed to stay in his lab, inventing day after day, untouched by the murky struggles around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, without Obadiah, Stark had to face it all himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark did have a genius-level mind, but it simply didn’t turn toward politics. The military pressured him relentlessly, and his options were limited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t immediately grasp the complex web of power relationships. Even if his intelligence would eventually let him learn it all, at first he was utterly overwhelmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The military seized this moment—acting decisively, they used public opinion to trap Stark Industries in a pincer movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark’s pressure was immense. It was nothing like failing an experiment or struggling with an invention—he had no outlet to vent. So he fell back on his old habits: smoking and drinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A storm of extreme emotions piled up in his mind—and these intense feelings caught the attention of a homeless outsider.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The symbiote Venom—a unique symbiote, the first to break free from its mother, a prodigy among symbiotes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was well known that this race was drawn to humans’ intense emotions. Originally, Venom had bonded with a recently divorced ordinary journalist. But during the journalist’s interview with Stark, Venom sensed the man’s swirling emotions and the intoxicating aroma radiating from his mind—it was irresistible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So this bold symbiote seized the moment—the journalist shoved the microphone into Stark’s face—and Venom instantly detached from his original host and latched onto Stark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, Stark noticed nothing. Venom was experienced—he remained dormant upon first bonding, avoiding triggering violent resistance from the host.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But soon, Stark began to feel something was wrong. He wasn’t ordinary—he possessed a mind cursed with knowledge. He sharply sensed his own intense negative emotions being manipulated, driving him to drown himself in alcohol even more desperately, to prevent those emotions from exploding and harming others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>JARVIS subtly alerted his master through data—Stark’s psychological state and personality were beginning to destabilize. This meant Stark was under some strange, induced influence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This state didn’t last long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the Lizard broke into Stark Tower, JARVIS had to trigger an emergency wake-up protocol to rouse Stark from his drunken stupor. But Stark wasn’t awakened by JARVIS—he was jolted awake by the symbiote Venom inside him, screaming in agony from the sonic pulse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s when Stark realized: the feeling of being controlled came from a mysterious alien parasite inside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>JARVIS’s sonic pulse made Venom thrash wildly within Stark’s body. Stark saw its true form—a black, slimy pile of slime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he discovered this alien entity possessed intelligence equal to a human’s—it could communicate with him and claimed to possess all his personality and memories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, Venom said this to every host—it lowered their guard. He constantly emphasized the symbiosis, the unity between host and symbiote.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a way, it was true. Though the race looked grotesque and sticky, in the comics they weren’t inherently evil—they were born as blank slates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were more like an “inactive” race—they couldn’t forcefully devour or erase the host’s personality. Instead, they parasitized gently, forming more of a partnership than a master-slave relationship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scattered symbiote legions across the universe had bonded with many species, granting them enhanced physical strength—but they mostly chose highly intelligent races.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because they needed the host’s independent personality to generate emotional energy—their very foundation for survival. Unlike some evil parasitic races that turned intelligent beings into mindless zombies, symbiotes couldn’t do that. If their host stopped thinking, they starved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Venom understood this perfectly. If it couldn’t gain the host’s trust, it would be left wandering, hungry every day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Venom, Stark was the perfect meal ticket—Stark’s emotions swung wildly during his low point, giving Venom a steady supply of energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But soon, Venom realized he’d underestimated how complicated finding a meal ticket could be.\u003C\u002Fp>",1415,"2026-06-20T16:39:12.484Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","4ab680f63270efa13f1b57226b07f119082ef5282e7f32039be731d654210b24","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-92","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-90",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]