[{"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-926":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},2323494,4544,"Chapter 926: Schiller","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-926",926,"\u003Cp>Batman’s equipment has one major advantage: exceptional quality, and his cape is no exception; ordinary fabric would have torn into strips the moment the awning pierced it and dangled a full-grown man beneath it, allowing Batman to descend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But unfortunately, Batman’s cape was simply too durable—the awning’s frame could not pierce the fabric, yet it caught the material at a strange angle, hooking both the cape and Batman beneath it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman could of course get down, but every tactical option that came to mind involved a disreputable method of disengagement and landing, and right before him stood Schiller, watching with clear amusement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hanging there, Batman sighed, then the next second, he tensed his muscles and pulled sharply downward, using the rebounding momentum to flip over the frame and land on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, his foot sank into the plowed soil, half his boot buried in mud, the other half snagged by uprooted plant roots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman almost suspected that Elsa had once again complained about him to Schiller, prompting this professor to stay up all night setting traps here just to catch him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After barely stumbling out of the chaotic garden, one foot deep and the other shallow, Batman was about to enter the house when he saw Schiller approaching with a water gun; he had a bad feeling, and the next second, Schiller pointed it directly at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whoosh!”—a batarang sliced through the air, striking precisely the metal nozzle of the water gun, sparing him from the spray.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller hadn’t gripped the water gun tightly; he let go naturally, and the stream from the gun that fell to the ground washed the mud off Batman’s boot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller turned and walked into the estate; Batman followed behind, only to step on a pebble blown over by the wind, and when he entered the parlor, he took a deep breath and looked out the floor-to-ceiling window at the ruined garden, hearing Schiller say:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“See? This is the consequence of not using the front door.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman was about to speak when Schiller’s butler, Merkel, approached and said: “The gardener staff is stretched too thin; many people had already arranged for familiar gardeners to come and tend the gardens the moment it started raining tonight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merkel shook his head and said: “Bigfoot told me our situation is beyond what gardeners can handle; the best solution is to rebuild the garden entirely and transplant plants from local nurseries.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s wrong with your garden?” Batman asked Schiller.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you really need to hang on the awning’s frame longer to notice what’s wrong?” Schiller picked up his umbrella again, opened the door, stepped under the eaves, and surveyed the entire garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merkel stood inside by the floor-to-ceiling window, but Batman followed him outside; Schiller looked at the garden’s devastation and sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weak glow from the garden lights dimmed further through the rain mist, illuminating the wind-tossed, writhing plants, casting shadows on the ground that resembled monstrous creatures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pond’s surface was no longer calm; when strong winds swept across, water splashed over the edges and struck the stacked stones like crashing waves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only seemingly sturdy giant oak tree, battered by gale and downpour, had an untidy leaf-fall season; many leaves had not yet naturally dropped but were already torn away, scattered across every corner of the garden, adding yet another burden to the other plants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From any angle, Schiller’s garden was clearly beyond repair by a few gardeners trimming shrubs—it required complete reconstruction, and before that, a complete redesign.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After watching for a while, Schiller closed his umbrella and returned indoors; he turned to Batman and asked: “Does Gotham University have an art department? Do you know any students in environmental art design?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you want to redesign the garden, I suggest you contact Alfred; he knows several excellent British landscape designers,” Batman said. “They designed the Wayne Estate garden.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know the Wayne Estate garden isn’t damaged—you don’t need to keep emphasizing that,” Schiller sat on the sofa, picked up his book again, and read while speaking: “We already have a British landscape designer, but his approach isn’t working.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller glanced at Merkel and said: “Any plant transplanted from outside Gotham has a very low survival rate; those designers’ blueprints practically demand two hundred different European plant species per flowerbed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller shook his head and said: “If you plan to keep entering my home this way, don’t recommend foreign designers—otherwise, while I’m guarding my flowerbeds all night, I might just hang you up with a garden spade the moment you land.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I came to you precisely because of this,” Batman sat down on the opposite sofa and said: “After the last storm, many of Gotham’s landscaping features were destroyed; during renovation gaps, I tried to increase Gotham’s green coverage, but I found it extremely difficult.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gotham’s green coverage was already low to begin with; beyond private estate gardens, it’s even scarcer. I wanted to expand public green space, but Mayor Luo Yi said Gothamites simply don’t care about greenery.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t need to make Gotham normal,” Schiller put down his book, took a sip of water, and said: “I agree with Harvey—no other city’s standards apply to Gotham; Gotham and its citizens have adapted to each other.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can increase green coverage because plants improve air quality or soothe citizens’ moods, but there’s no need to chase some arbitrary standard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller set down his cup and said: “If you try to catch up to Metropolis, Gothamites won’t thank you—they’ll think you’re insane. Metropolis has the highest green coverage on the entire East Coast; if you truly remodel according to that standard, you’ll only lose more than you gain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman paused and said: “You all saw through it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You practically had ‘Metropolis’ written on your face—how could we not notice?” Schiller leaned back on the sofa and shook his head: “You want Gotham to catch up to Metropolis in every way before surpassing it, but being identical to Metropolis isn’t necessarily good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But green coverage must increase—Gotham’s green coverage ranks among the lowest on the entire East Coast, and across the entire United States; this situation must change,” Batman emphasized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I assume you think increasing green coverage will solve Gotham’s rain problem, correct?” Schiller looked at Batman and said: “Don’t beat around the bush—you’ve always been bothered by my claim that ‘Gotham cannot be saved.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You think I and Constantine are too hasty, and you never believe our talk of ‘fate’; you trust science more, believing Gotham’s rain curse might be a water cycle issue.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman shook his head and said: “No. After encountering the Owl Court, I know real mystical forces exist.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But what confuses me is: the Owl Court has been erased from history—so all their acts of altering Gotham’s rain and cursing its citizens should never have happened. Then why is Gotham’s rain still problematic?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller sighed and said: “You still don’t understand the essence of mysticism. After the Owl Court was erased, their influence didn’t vanish. You think this is a paradox, but in fact, it’s precisely how causality avoids paradox.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Owl Court no longer exists, but the events caused by their existence and the memories they left behind aren’t fully reversed. The simplest solution isn’t to alter every minor detail and memory, but to give all outcomes alternative causes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So it’s as if nothing changed at all?” Batman asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly—nothing changed,” Schiller nodded. “You don’t seriously think Lucifer is a savior, do you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Never mind that he’s already a fallen angel, no longer the brightest and noblest morning star of Heaven—even when he was still an angel, he never intended to save anyone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He erased the Owl Court’s existence simply because he found the flies buzzing around his ears annoying, so he swatted them. But that doesn’t mean he’ll heal every wound those flies caused—he has no such kindness, nor such patience.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So I still have to find the true cause of Gotham’s rain curse?” Batman asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller shook his head and said: “Some problems don’t require knowing the cause to be solved. Your earlier approach was sound—if everyone lives in buildings and all activities occur indoors under ceilings, rain damage is already minimized.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But that only solves part of the problem,” Batman said, resting his elbows on his knees, hands beneath his nose: “The water cycle must be resolved—drinking water, irrigation, industrial water… water is the lifeblood of any city.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Actually, you already have solutions for all these: drinking water can be purified at the source with a large-scale water purifier; irrigation water can be treated similarly or use seawater desalination; if you worry about plants getting rained on, grow them indoors; industrial water can be recycled and filtered without excessive waste.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller exposed Batman’s true thought: “But you feel uneasy because you can’t find the curse’s true cause.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman opened his mouth to speak, but Schiller continued: “Still, I understand your mindset—you’ve devoted immense energy and paid a heavy price to transform this city, yet a shadowy hand lurks in the corner, watching everything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If he truly destroys it all, the consequences could be worse than never having started—because once people see hope, they can never return to their former darkness.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller turned to look out the window at the rainy night and said: “If you now forced those children back into leaky basements, spending all night bailing water with buckets and basins, sleeping on wet floors and straw mats, they would never accept it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“After gaining this life, if they were plunged back into the abyss with no way to climb out, even if the rain didn’t drive them mad, you’d witness the city’s true madness.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman also turned to look out the window; he saw that as night deepened, wind and rain grew fiercer, yet inside, thanks to solid walls and airtight windows, it remained warm, untouched by cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The harder the rain beat outside, the warmer the room felt; Jason, wrapped in a blanket, leaned against a cabinet, staring blankly at the rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the rotund Tire walked in, shoved a thermos into Jason’s arms, and said: “Here, my mom just boiled some hot milk. She told me to thank you for helping us move today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If not for you, we’d have had to stay in the old house one more night like the people down the alley—we wouldn’t have finished moving today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tire sat beside Jason and said: “You don’t know how broken that old house was; every typhoon night, I feared the whole thing would collapse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But now it’s better,” Tire smiled: “I moved into Phase Two housing—it’s not far from here, less than ten minutes away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s why I could come find you at midnight—otherwise, who’d dare walk the streets on a typhoon night?”\u003C\u002Fp>",1795,"2026-06-20T16:39:22.658Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","34d923b09e7670c759208c08d7c0c4dc796758c8f331ed0c774c6c01a2b9a886","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-927","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-925",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]