[{"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-927":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},2323495,4544,"Chapter 927: Schiller","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-927",927,"\u003Cp>After Phase One of Gotham’s renovation was completed, Phase Two began immediately, and by the time temperatures dropped, the vast majority of Phase Two’s housing units had already been built.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But originally, the delivery schedule wasn’t this fast; however, because the residential zones added in Phase Two had deteriorated to the point of being unsafe, all residents were notified to relocate before the typhoon arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sitting beside Jason, Tire sighed and said, “You and these younger kids don’t yet understand the situation in East Gotham. The area where I lived with my mother was where the earliest group of fishermen settled in Gotham.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That was a very, very long time ago—many fishermen lived on boats and only came ashore to sell fish; they just needed a rough shed to sleep in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Back then, that place was still wasteland. They built houses carelessly, didn’t lay proper foundations—just enough to temporarily shelter from wind and rain. That’s why our street was called ‘Old Fish Basket’—it was like a broken fish basket, leaking wind from every crack.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Later, Gotham’s population exploded, and original residents began adding floors to their homes to rent to outsiders. But since the original structures were already poor, adding more meant ripping from one wall to patch another, making the entire buildings extremely unstable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The building where my mother and I lived was actually one of the better ones—we had a few families band together to reinforce the structure enough to live in. But the houses to our west were about to collapse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason asked, puzzled: “Your mom’s so tough—she can hold a gas station by herself—why live in a place like that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tire smiled and said, “Because it’s close to her workplace.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Besides, my mom deliberately moved into the original residents’ neighborhood. In Gotham, gangs are connections, and neighbors are connections too. Our family’s relatively good condition comes from my mom running the gas station while also taking on side jobs: washing clothes, mending them, and repairing shoes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When I got a bit older, one of my neighbors worked as a cook in a rich family’s home in the South District. He took me along as his helper from a young age—I earned quite a bit. Everyone here knows the ropes; if you grow up here, you’ll definitely make it in Gotham.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason suddenly understood. “No wonder Cobblepot values you so much—he always asks your opinion on everything…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tire smiled shyly, scratching his head. “Actually, I’m far behind you all. I’m not smart—but in a way, I represent Gotham’s original residents. I know exactly what these native locals think, and they’re scattered across every corner of the city, holding many key positions.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s like a spider’s web—we are the web itself. Whoever enters the spider’s den can read what’s happening inside just by sensing the vibrations in the web.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve noticed you’ve changed a lot,” Jason said, pulling a blanket from a nearby cabinet. Tire took it, draped it over himself, and sat beside Jason in the corner by the window, watching the rain. Jason sighed: “You’d never have used a metaphor like that before.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“True—it sounds a bit… in our old terms, a little pretentious. But now, being pretentious isn’t so bad. After all, before I came here, I drank hot milk, and I’m still sweating a little.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tire looked out at the howling wind and sudden rain. “If it were the old days, I’d be nailing boards over the windows right now, while my mom used a hose to funnel rainwater into buckets…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Neighbors might’ve shouted for us to help—their backyard wall had collapsed again, and water was seeping up to the foundation…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason smiled. “And we, the Tailhook kids, would’ve been passing buckets to pump water out of the cellar, working till late at night, sleeping on the wet floor, praying we wouldn’t catch a cold in the morning.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tire opened his mouth to speak, then paused, frowning. “But the typhoon came earlier than we expected. Since our gas station is ours, my mom has flexible hours—she started preparing a week ahead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even so, we still needed you and the Tailhook kids to help us move, or we wouldn’t have finished today. Our neighbors…” Tire shook his head. “They’re always busy working—even their kids have to earn money. Many only started packing today, and now the typhoon’s here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They couldn’t finish moving, so they had to stay put for the night. My mom urged them to come to the new place for shelter, but they wanted to guard their things, afraid the water would flood their homes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason frowned, disapproving. “I wanted to say this during the move—most of those things don’t need to be brought. Everything’s here already. Didn’t you all see it when you visited before?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I get keeping some old stuff—you spent money on it, don’t want to waste it. But why bring things that are completely useless? Pots with holes, bowls chipped at the rim, clothes that are no better than rags—why keep them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Without those things, you two could’ve moved everything in half a day—no help needed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tire sighed. “You’re oversimplifying. I don’t want to bring those things either, but you don’t know how long my mom lived in hardship.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“After she split from my father, she raised me alone. My grandmother hadn’t returned from out of town yet, and the gas station land wasn’t hers. Not even pots, bowls, or clothes—she wouldn’t throw away a single scrap of wood she picked up outside.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Many people on Old Fish Basket Street are like that. They’re frugal—everything gets saved. Even if you tell them everything’s available here, they’ll never abandon their trash.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason sighed and nodded, beginning to understand. When many Tailhook kids went hungry, he did too—he’d pick up anything he thought he could use, thinking it’d save money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they talked and watched the rain, the storm grew fiercer. Tire’s expression turned serious. “Why is this typhoon so severe? Since I was born, I’ve never seen one this bad.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood up. “Something’s wrong. I need to go see Boss Cobblepot.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he turned to leave, loud knocking came at the door. Jason jumped up, opened it, and Red Truck stood outside, face grim. “The Boss called all the kids to a meeting—something’s happened!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason set down the still-warm milk jug, wrapped the blanket around it to keep it warm. Tire snatched the blanket off the bed and dashed out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the hallway, many children stumbled sleepily toward the exit. Jason turned to Red Truck. “Who’s the Boss calling? All the kids, or just the Kids’ Kings?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know—he just told me to gather everyone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason shoved past Red Truck into the hallway. “Go back! Go back to bed! Kids’ Kings—oh, no, what’s his name? Building Head! Building Head, come with me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some children stood confused, but several taller kids had already rushed out. “Hurry—adults are probably meeting too. We’ve got to grab the elevator!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They sprinted for the elevator, some barefoot, some still in slippers. Luckily, the hallway was carpeted, so their feet weren’t hurt. Jason and Tire followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure enough, some adults were already in the elevator. Jason spotted a familiar gang member. “Dape, what’s going on?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know. Our boss suddenly called us. I heard… maybe a building collapsed? Probably one of the old dangerous structures from our old territory—someone got hurt.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tire’s heart clenched. “Where? Is it Old Fish Basket Street? Who’s hurt? How bad?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dape shook his head. “We haven’t reached the meeting yet, so I don’t know. But the most notorious dangerous building is definitely that area. From their tone, it sounds like no one died—just injuries.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elevator doors opened. Tire bolted out. Jason followed. The Kids’ Kings rushed into the office. Cobblepot was drawing a terrain map on the whiteboard. Seeing them enter, he said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re quick. Sit down, have some water. I’ll lay out the plan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss, I heard a dangerous building collapsed—maybe on my street. What do we do?! Tire said anxiously, then stamped his foot in frustration. “We should’ve made them move in today! What’s so special about those trash items?! Now look what happened…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Calm down,” Cobblepot said, sipping water slowly. “It’s not serious. Three buildings collapsed—none were high-rises, so no one was crushed. Injury reports are still being compiled.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The typhoon hasn’t passed yet, so adult gang members are handling rescue. Wayne Group sent rescue vehicles and doctors—nothing major.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But tomorrow morning is our battlefield,” Cobblepot tapped the board. “You’ve seen how the major gangs already moved in—they’re organizing rescue teams. By dawn, the rescue work should be mostly done.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“At that point, they’ll be hungry and freezing. Our job is to buy food, boil water, and deliver it as soon as the typhoon ends.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry about pay. Wayne Group and the gangs still here are funding it. I’ve already secured part of the budget for logistics.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First, I’ll assign some to buy food, others to pack it, and the rest to deliver.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Jason raised his hand. “Are we just heating up pre-made food?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cobblepot glanced at him, nodded, unsure where he was going. But Jason continued: “I think we should cook ourselves.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First, supermarkets selling raw ingredients have more variety and lower prices—we save money and leave room for profit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Second, the restaurants downstairs are closed, but I can contact their owners and borrow their kitchens—for a small fee.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Many kids in the gang have worked as kitchen helpers in restaurants—they have cooking experience. Perfect chance to put it to use.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Home-cooked meals taste better than reheated supermarket meals. Some kids’ parents are chefs—we can pay them a little to join in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as Jason finished, the other kids erupted:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly! I can chop vegetables—I worked at the most famous Italian restaurant in East Gotham. My tomato cuts are perfect…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can too! I can roll pizza dough!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can boil water—I used to do that in the kitchen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cobblepot raised an eyebrow, cleared his throat. “Alright, fine. Jason, contact the restaurant owners. Tire, take a group to the market below and buy supplies—remember to haggle…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You two, find boxes for packing, and some insulation foam. You, boil water. And you, count how many can run errands—don’t miscount…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Jason left the office. As he passed the hallway, he saw the rain still pouring outside—but inside his chest, a flame burned, warm, even hot enough to bring a thin sheen of sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wiped his forehead and hurried toward the elevator. All the children felt the same—this time, what drove them wasn’t a whip, but something else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something born from the comfort of full bellies, safe from the typhoon, sheltered in warm homes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It left them confused—but also filled them with strength, lightened their steps.\u003C\u002Fp>",1797,"2026-06-20T16:39:22.658Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","bcc75190dee763219eed23018351d10065692936cc6f621114767a0f9eae83f6","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-928","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-926",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]