[{"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-933":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},2323501,4544,"Chapter 933","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-933",933,"\u003Cp>After a night of hard work, we prepared three large boxes of sandwiches, pizzas stacked in boxes over a meter high, a huge pot of thick soup, and many fresh noodles and salads packed in takeout containers…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All these items were still steaming hot, smelled delicious, and tasted great, so when we delivered them to the disaster site, the gang members were delighted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They rarely stop calling us little brats—good heavens, I can’t believe one gang boss actually called us geniuses; they’d fully expected to eat nothing but instant food…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If that’s the case, why did the conflict start?” Shi Le asked, puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tire sighed and said: “It wasn’t us clashing with the gang—it was those rescued old-street residents.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As the buildings were about to collapse, many felt the shaking and escaped early, or even jumped straight from upper floors; these people all had minor injuries and could move and speak normally.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When the gang members rushed to rescue, these people were still rummaging through the rubble. At that time, the wind was fierce and the rain poured down; most had bolted out of bed in their sleep and wore no proper rain gear, some with bleeding scrapes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The gang members urged them to take shelter in the tents set up by Wayne Group and get their wounds dressed, but these people insisted on digging through the ruins to salvage their belongings.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tire said helplessly: “After Phase Two was completed, they should’ve moved in immediately—but because they kept fussing over those things, they delayed, otherwise those crumbling buildings would’ve been empty long ago.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They were free to rummage there, and the gang didn’t care—but later, when Wayne Group’s construction vehicles arrived to clear debris, they blocked them, claiming the vehicles would crush their junk…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good heavens! Who would even want their trash? But they refused to leave—and of course, the gang wouldn’t tolerate it; they shot and wounded the ringleader.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In Gotham, when so many gangs draw guns, everyone should immediately flee for cover.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But for some reason, these people acted like madmen, even attacking the gang members. There weren’t many gang enforcers living on Old Street—most were peripheral members: cooks, service workers, pimps—people who’d never dared challenge gang enforcers…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But last night, in the typhoon, they went completely insane—especially that ringleader the gang shot. I know him; my mom used to call him Tubercular, because he kept coughing nonstop while refueling…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The gang had to exert great effort to drive them away. At dawn, they sat down to eat—but those people came back, this time trying to steal the food the children had brought.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The gang wanted to shoot them all dead, but Wayne Group stopped them—after all, these people were now Phase Two residents; Wayne Group wanted to ensure their safety, and that was understandable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gang members held their guns guarding us, but that tubercular guy—who’d been shot and was barely alive—somehow slipped past them and charged straight at me…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I was handing out soup with a spoon when he lunged. I was terrified and swung the spoon at his head—but he didn’t even flinch, just reached out to grab me…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I… I’ve never experienced anything like this…” Tire’s face showed lingering terror. “Since childhood, everything I’ve done was arranged by my mother. I’ve never seen anyone come at me like a beast ready to devour me…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I froze in shock, didn’t know how to dodge—Jason shoved me out of the way, but as he reached out, Tubercular grabbed his arm…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The six-fingered girl nearby pulled Jason back; he yanked his arm hard, wrenching Tubercular’s grip loose—but the man’s nails had already sunk deep into Jason’s flesh, leaving three deep gashes as he tore free…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tire said bitterly: “It’s my fault—I should’ve taken him to the hospital right away! But Jason said it was just a minor wound, a bandage would fix it. We were short-staffed and swamped, so I thought… I didn’t insist…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But after the morning rush, Jason’s face turned deathly pale. A female doctor from Wayne Medical examined his wound, said infection was likely, applied medicine, re-bandaged it, and gave him two fever-reducing pills…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We thought he’d be fine—but when we returned, he said he was tired and went to sleep. He didn’t come out. We called the building manager to open the door and found him unconscious, burning up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cobble sighed and continued: “We realized he had a fever, gave him two more pills. His temperature dropped briefly, but then it spiked again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I called Bruce Wayne, but he was swamped too. Apparently, one of the rescued residents had suddenly gone insane and attacked him—he’s now investigating with doctors.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Le narrowed his eyes at Jason’s arm. The three wounds no longer bled, but were massively swollen, the entire forearm puffed up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason’s face was pale, but his lips were crimson—as if flushed from high fever. Shi Le pressed the back of his hand to Jason’s neck—his temperature was terrifyingly high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You two, step out. I need to examine his wound.” Shi Le turned to them. After Cobble and Tire left, Shi Le gripped Jason’s wrist and asked the Mist: “Can you run a full medical scan? This doesn’t look like a normal wound.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Mist fell silent for a moment, then said: “Something’s odd. I’m reorganizing his cells and lowering his core temperature—but for some reason, the area around the wound keeps mutating.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mutating? What does that mean?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can repair nearly any wound by restructuring human tissue—wounds are just damaged tissue; if I restore it, it heals. My symbiotic factors can convert into human cells, replacing lost or dead ones. Theoretically, this minor injury should vanish instantly—but as I repair it, it keeps worsening…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My symbiont factors can convert into human cells, replacing lost or necrotic cells—in theory, such minor injuries should heal instantly, but during my repair process, they continue to worsen...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Mist sent a wave of confusion: “…Hard to tell. I sense a mysterious factor invading the wound. I’m trying to peel it away… Good. Completely inseparable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Le heard the Mist sigh: “He’s not my host. I have limited control over his body. If I use forceful methods, he might lose an arm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then let him lose an arm,” Shi Le said firmly. “There are limb-regrowth serums. He’ll grow it back eventually.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Mist hesitated, then said: “I’ve trapped the factor within his arm wound. You can amputate it physically. I’ve blocked his pain nerves—he won’t feel a thing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Le paused, then said: “…Is there no gentler treatment?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Mist thought again: “Try letting the one living in the umbrella eat this factor. He eats anything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So you’re picky?” Shi Le asked, turning to grab the umbrella. The Mist grunted: “No. I can only digest things that convert into symbiotic factors. If it doesn’t convert, I just spit it out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So. You're refusing to eat because you're picky?\" Shi Ler asked, turning to grab his umbrella. The gray mist snorted twice. \"No, I can only consume things that can be converted into symbiont factors. If they can't be converted, I just spit them out whole.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Mist thought: “Calling it a ‘factor’ isn’t accurate. It doesn’t physically exist. I can’t consume it. It’s more like… a… ethereal curse. That’s why I suggested you try the black thing—they’re both curses. Maybe it’ll work.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Le brought the umbrella over, pressed its tip near Jason’s arm. Instantly, black mist curled around his forearm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After lingering briefly on Jason’s arm, the Curse-Soul returned to Shi Le’s umbrella shaft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Curse-Soul departed. Jason’s arm showed no change—then, in the next instant, the Mist began repairing it. The wound sealed instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Mist said smugly: “See? I told you it worked. This is definitely a curse—otherwise, he wouldn’t have devoured it so eagerly!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Le gripped the umbrella handle, sensing the Curse-Soul’s emotion. This time, its feelings were clearer—it was genuinely satisfied, even gleeful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So you like eating curses?” Shi Le said, surprised. “I thought you preferred souls…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the Curse-Soul sent a thought: “Souls taste bad. This curse is delicious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Le was stunned again—until now, the Curse-Soul had never been able to answer him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Curse-Soul, born twin to Constantine, had inherited innate magic in the womb, then was killed by Constantine, becoming an eternal curse-spirit, later becoming Shi Le’s umbrella spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But unlike the Mist, this little one lacked strong growth potential. He’d lived in the umbrella for so long; Shi Le had tried communicating with him many times—always to no avail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Curse-Soul could only transmit simple emotions, one at a time, incapable of logical judgment. But now, Shi Le clearly sensed two distinct attitudes toward two separate things—the first signs of emerging logic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Le suddenly felt: It’s not that the child is stupid—it’s that I didn’t raise him right. He didn’t know curses were food, and only curses from this world. All this time, he’d been starved into silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Le turned his attention back to Jason. The wounds on his arm had vanished; his complexion had improved. Shi Le touched his forehead—his fever had broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Shi Le withdrew his hand, Jason jolted upright as if awakened by a nightmare, gasping, scanning the room. When he saw Shi Le, he exhaled deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Le asked: “Do you remember what happened?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I… I…” Jason squeezed his eyes shut. His voice was weak, but then his eyes flew open:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The residents… the rescued ones… they’re going mad!! Stop them!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Those residents... the rescued residents... they're going to go mad!! 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