[{"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-937":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},2323505,4544,"Chapter 937","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-937",937,"\u003Cp>Constantine and Brand both froze in place. Brand looked around and said, “Did I just imagine that? I thought someone called your name, Constantine?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constantine swallowed hard, staring at the vines creeping toward him. He stepped back and said, “Look, does that seem like an illusion? Do you ever dream about plants jumping up and beating you to death?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shuowan ， Taniutoujiupao ， Dajiexiaoxiangshangsuoyoudeshumu 、 Liba 、 Zhiwu ， Quandouzhuizaitadeshenhou ， Fakuangleyiyangdexiangyaogongjita 。\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Doctor Brand! Save me! Save your patient! Use your fire magic! I’ll pay double… oh no! Triple the medical fees!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constantine shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brand materialized from flames beside Constantine and said, “I don’t need extra payment, but if I save you, you must swear off your drug addiction.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then just let the plants eat me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constantine yelled as he ran. The next second, a vine lashed his arm, making him cry out in pain, then another plant tripped him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plants’ assault was fierce, leaving him no time to cast spells. At the intersection, Constantine looked up and shouted, “Green of All Things! There must be some misunderstanding. Whatever you’ve suffered, it wasn’t my doing!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the frenzied plants showed no sign of stopping. Constantine had to stand still and jump twice, glancing left and right, then sprinted down the widest alley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Green of All Things! I’ve always been a plant conservationist! I’ve never harmed a single plant—well, except when eating! But I rarely eat vegetables, you know—I love meat pies!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine! Fine! Tobacco counts as a plant too, but I’m not even the world’s heaviest smoker. How can you… I swear I never plotted against you! Wait… did I?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constantine slowed his pace, thinking. He said, “I probably… didn’t? Even though I was nearby when that council caused chaos, it wasn’t my fault!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And what about the guy who controls vines—what was his name? He got tricked by Red of All Things. What’s that got to do with me?! Even if I was there, isn’t it fine to let someone die if I didn’t cause it?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plants attacked more fiercely. Constantine had to keep using Ash Duplicates to distract them, running while mentally scanning his list of enemies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When you’ve offended nearly every faction in the occult world, you can’t tell who’s after you—or why. And when you’re constantly being hunted, the reason hardly matters anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constantine dashed into an alley, glanced back—and saw the plants hadn’t followed. Vines curled around the alley’s mouth. He exhaled in relief—then heard a rustling sound behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned—and a massive birch tree rose from the ground. Constantine swallowed hard and said, “Green of All Things, let’s talk this through. I think we can reason—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just before the living tree went berserk, a circus-style fire ring appeared before Constantine. Clutching a talisman between his teeth, he growled, “You’re finally here!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leapt into the ring. The next second, he stood on the rooftop of a downtown Gotham building, facing a woman in a cloak, wearing a top hat and holding a staff—like a magician.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh my God, Zatanna, you saved me!” Constantine exhaled slowly. “I knew you were a good girl…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zatanna rolled her eyes, arms crossed. “You claim I made a deal with Green of All Things behind your back—but why is he chasing you now? Isn’t it more likely you made a deal with him behind mine, then broke it—just like you always do?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course not!” Constantine raised his voice. “Why would I sabotage our plan to go to Green of All Things? We both know such beings are utterly unreliable!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thanks for remembering our plan—it’s been ruined thanks to you!” Zatanna snapped, flicking her staff. “And it’s all your fault!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I just wanted our plan to be better. You’ve been away from Gotham too long—you don’t know how many powerful people have emerged here…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zatanna let out a quiet hum, stepping to the building’s edge and looking down. Thick fog rose from the streets, swallowing most buildings—but the rooftops floated like another world above the clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the mist, neon lights blurred into hazy colors. When the bar signs lit up, Gotham was bathed in sunset.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the bar, it was packed. Constantine sat at the counter, downing his drink. The bartender wiped a glass and smiled. “That guy in the spandex—didn’t come looking for you again?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constantine squinted, shook his head like he was drunk. “He hasn’t shown up in a long time. Maybe he found the answer he wanted… no more praying to gods or demons.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s a weirdo, if you ask me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But he’s a beauty,” Constantine said, ordering another drink. As the bartender turned to pour, he added, “Long nights are boring with just alcohol…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bartender chuckled, handed him the drink. “You came to the right place. The Golden Cup hired a top magician to perform—you’ll see him soon. He’s a beauty too…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Magician?” Constantine sneered. “I’ve got no respect for them. Just fancy con artists with good PR…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned—and saw a woman in a cloak and top hat step onto the stage amid cheers. She walked the length of the bar, showing everyone her empty hat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next second, she tapped her wand to the hat—*whoosh!*—dozens of bats burst out. The crowd erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pulled out a handful of cards, flipped them with elegant flair, paraded around the room displaying them—then tossed them into the air. A tap of her wand turned them into fireworks. Cheers shook the bar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constantine coughed violently, set his glass down in panic. “I’m leaving. If anyone asks, say you never saw Constantine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled his coat tighter, edged along the bar toward the back door—but the exit was blocked by a janitor’s closet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The magician leaned against the wall, one hand holding her hat, the other her staff, smirking at Constantine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh… Zatanna, small world, huh? You’re here too? That was an amazing show—I’ve never seen anything like it. I’ve got to go, though…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to leave. Zatanna didn’t stop him—just twirled her staff. “Go ahead. But tomorrow, word’ll spread through the occult world that you’ve been drinking on credit at my bar.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constantine stopped, turned to her. “Why are you in Gotham? It’s dangerous. And weren’t you touring the world with your magic show? How’d you get back so fast?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because I have real business.” Zatanna placed her hat on her head, tilted it toward him. “Find somewhere quiet. This is serious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, they sat again at the bar. Constantine lifted his glass. “What could make the great magician Zatanna Zatara this desperate? Why come crawling to me? Didn’t you say you’d never speak to me again?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“John, I’m not joking. Haven’t you sensed it? Lately, so many in the occult world have turned their eyes to Gotham. I recall a Ghost Mother came here before. Many occult families are watching this city…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constantine remembered the Ghost Mother he’d faced—the one who’d allied with the former Gotham Kingpin, Mrs. Sanchez.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mrs. Sanchez did say Gotham is special. It holds unique significance for the entire occult world.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zatanna sighed. “You know I come from a famous magical family. I’m related to many major figures in the occult. To be honest, there’s a rumor among them—that Gotham holds the most terrible curse in the world…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know its academic name. But everyone calls it the ‘Ultimate Evil Curse.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“‘Ultimate Evil Curse’?” Constantine narrowed his eyes. “Whoever named it has a big mouth. What curse could deserve that title?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zatanna nodded. “At first, I thought they were exaggerating. Curses are just a small part of the occult. How bad could they really be?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But later, some elders told me—the Ultimate Evil Curse isn’t a typical curse. It doesn’t stop spellcasting, rot the body, or kill outright. It targets a group, twisting every experience they have toward ruin—no escape, no reversal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constantine fell silent. Zatanna watched his face. “You feel it, don’t you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gotham is a city beyond salvation. In these days here, I’ve realized—it’s the universe’s trash bin and sewer. All evil, chaos, madness, ends up here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As for the curse…” Constantine stared into his drink. “The people here don’t care. They’re not afraid. If you tried to lift it, they’d think you’re insane.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But the problem is—we can’t let this curse spread!” Zatanna stressed. “Don’t you see? They want to find its source and use it to destroy the world!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She set her glass down with a *clink*, drawing Constantine’s gaze. She turned her head, locking eyes with him. “I have confirmed reports. Many have united—they’re coming here to investigate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They include disgraced black mages, traitors from magical families, and marginal figures like Mrs. Sanchez—cut off from their lineages, stagnant, desperate…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constantine tightened his grip on the glass, then lifted it to his lips. “Is this reliable?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zatanna nodded. “You’ve been out of the occult scene lately. But if you reconnected with your old friends, you’d know this rumor’s already everywhere.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You know most named independent mages in the occult are self-taught geniuses like you—most of them morally corrupt, mentally unstable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They want the Ultimate Evil Curse to rule the occult world, to become the Emperor of Magic. We must stop them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constantine set his glass down, scoffed. “You and your noble families are just afraid they’ll use it on you, aren’t you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zatanna, you always play the righteous hero. But I told you long ago—magic was never meant to save the world.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You and your so-called noble families only want to protect yourselves, preserve your ‘pure’ bloodlines and superior status…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zatanna turned her head away. “So—will you help me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constantine drained his glass again, slammed it onto the counter. “Tell me your plan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constantine drained the remaining liquor in his cup, slammed it down on the counter, and said, “Tell me your plan.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1633,"2026-06-20T16:39:22.658Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","5d9cfc20671412f171863a7c3e22e06836b25c37391589e089215a27b5e13302","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-938","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-936",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]