[{"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-939":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},2323507,4544,"Chapter 939: In the Depths of Mist and Rain (Conclusion)","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-939",939,"\u003Cp>Looking at Batman’s face, Zatanna shook her head; the reckless days of youth had long since faded like smoke, for both of them had been too young and immature back then, and everything had simply happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the time, the Waynes had just died, and young Bruce was in deep sorrow; Alfred, hoping to pull Bruce out of his grief, invited a very famous magician—Zatanna’s father, Zatara—to perform at Wayne Manor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Young Bruce had no interest in the show; he ran out through the back door of the hall and bumped right into Zatanna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was still in a state of shock, so he poured out his sorrow to Zatanna, who felt profound sympathy; thus, they formed a bond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the years before Bruce left to study, they were lovers; but later, Zatanna vanished without warning, for her father had disappeared and she needed to search for him—she didn’t want occult matters to drag Bruce into it, so she never told him the truth, and they parted ways, never to meet again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, upon meeting again, both realized how much they had matured; they were no longer the youths they once knew. Zatanna sighed, yet as Bruce’s closest companion in the past, she could read his expressions and movements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stepped closer to Batman, looking into his eyes: “You know where the curse is, don’t you? Why won’t you tell us?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman opened his mouth, then looked at Constantine: “Do you know who last spoke the word ‘curse’ to me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shiler.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman sighed: “You’ve noticed that many Gotham citizens have gone mad. Shiler said this was a curse—he claimed he could remove it, but the method required using an even stronger curse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“An even stronger curse?” Zatanna’s expression grew colder; Constantine’s face darkened. “It couldn’t be that Shiler already got hold of… but how could he…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constantine never considered the Curse-Soul, for both he and Zatanna were from the occult world, steeped in its knowledge—and in that world, the Curse-Soul was not a curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The occult world defined a curse very strictly: a persistent, medium-bound negative magic. First, it must be persistent and medium-bound; more importantly, it must be magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Curse-Soul was actually Constantine’s twin brother, killed inside his mother’s womb, who had long dwelled within Constantine—in occult terms, this was a “spirit,” not a curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spirit, soul, curse—these were three entirely distinct things in the occult world. The Curse-Soul mimicked a curse’s effect not by casting magic, but by its own inherent nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constantine himself was cursed, possessing a unique soul; his twin brother shared an identical soul. And the Curse-Soul was killed under an extraordinary coincidence, yet survived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was an extremely rare condition—like a disease medicine had never seen: its danger lay not in immediate destruction, but in doctors’ utter ignorance of how to treat it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shiler knew nothing of occult knowledge, so he didn’t realize the Curse-Soul wasn’t a curse. He told Batman he had a curse; Batman, too, knew little of true occultism, so he assumed Shiler meant an actual curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But regardless, the Curse-Soul did not fit the occult world’s definition of a curse—so even though Constantine knew Shiler had taken his brother’s soul, he never made the connection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s some possibility,” Constantine said gravely. “Curses usually have no physical form, but always require a medium. These magicians target the medium—once they control it, they can wield the curse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman froze; memories flashed in his mind—the moment Shiler touched him with the tip of his umbrella, he’d felt emotions like a living thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Umbrella…” Batman murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constantine leaned in, puzzled: “What? What word did you just say?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I said ‘umbrella’… the medium is likely the umbrella.” Batman repeated. Zatanna immediately said: “Who is this Shiler? But whoever he is, he can’t be wandering around with this curse—it’s extremely dangerous!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go find this Shiler, make him hand over the medium, then destroy it ourselves. We can’t let this dangerous curse threaten the world!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Constantine, who had sided with Zatanna moments before, now spoke stiffly: “Zat, sometimes the line between black and white, good and evil, isn’t so clear. I think violence isn’t the only solution…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I understand your desire to end the curse,” Batman added, “but you must present a sound plan. Otherwise, I won’t allow you to run wild in Gotham.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zatanna stood frozen. She glanced at Constantine, then at Batman, then back at Constantine—as if something clicked. Doubt and shock surged in her eyes like a tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constantine stepped forward, placing a hand on Zatanna’s shoulder: “Zat, you’re still young. Some things can’t be solved by brute force. Magic isn’t omnipotent—method matters.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, for heaven’s sake! Not this again!” Zatanna rolled her eyes, hands open. “I know you hate using magic to solve problems—you always overcomplicate things. But with the situation this urgent, are you really going to lecture me now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, Zat, listen. This situation… hmm… have you considered… that your plan to confront him directly might… encounter a bit of resistance?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constantine pinched two fingers together, then looked at Zatanna: “Have you thought that the person who took the curse medium might not be very cooperative?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zatanna frowned: “Of course he won’t cooperate—he wouldn’t have taken the medium otherwise. But his unwillingness doesn’t justify him carrying such a dangerous thing around!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If everyone could carry a bomb into important places, what would police and security be for? We can’t let criminals kill just because they refuse to surrender their weapons!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Zatanna’s logic, Batman instinctively frowned: “…Has he actually committed a crime with it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, startled by his own words, then coughed lightly—as if ashamed of saying such nonsense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The problem is, he might become a criminal,” Zatanna tapped the helicopter floor. “We can’t gamble on whether he’ll stay harmless and not use it to destroy the world.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If he wanted to destroy the world, he wouldn’t need that thing…” Constantine muttered. Zatanna’s gaze snapped to him—he fell silent—but Batman spoke:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If a curse as dangerous as you describe truly exists in Gotham, I must find it. But…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What ‘but’?!” Zatanna snapped. “What’s wrong with you two? Don’t you understand the situation?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forget who holds it—those black magicians won’t hesitate like we have. If they learn of this, they’ll race to find him and seize the medium!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We must get it first, destroy it—no matter who has it, can he possibly be a match for us?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To her surprise, both Constantine and Batman fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constantine pressed his fingertips together, flexing slightly: “…That question deserves reconsideration.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If the curse medium really belongs to Shiler, we can’t let him keep it,” Batman said, his eyes shadowed beneath his brow. “I suspect he doesn’t even realize how dangerous it is—he knows nothing of the occult, just like me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constantine thought, then nodded: “True. Shiler may know the occult exists and influences Gotham, but he likely doesn’t know what this thing is or where it came from. He may have acquired the Ultimate Curse without realizing it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Many occult artifacts have this property—ordinary people who possess them rarely recognize their danger.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Isn’t that exactly what happens in those horror movies? Cursed dolls, haunted objects?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So if the curse medium really is Shiler’s umbrella…” Constantine concluded, “you’d better not expect me to ask him for it. He won’t give it to me. But…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constantine turned his gaze to Batman. Batman met it silently. Constantine stepped closer, placing a hand on Batman’s shoulder: “You may not realize your weight in Shiler’s eyes. He spent so much time on your thesis—perhaps…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Impossible,” Batman said flatly. “Have you not seen? Nothing in this world matters more than that umbrella. Whoever asks for it will get the same answer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constantine recalled his first meeting with Shiler, then the rumors he’d heard—from an unknown cryogenics scientist, an unknown restaurant owner, and an unknown son of a crime lord.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He nodded deeply. Batman was right. But then he rubbed his chin:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If we can’t ask for it directly, maybe we can trick him into giving it up. I’m confident I can remove the curse without damaging the umbrella. Just two or three hours—then it’s over.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman’s tone sharpened: “How?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constantine turned to Zatanna: “We can’t ignore the genius magician standing right here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me reintroduce you: Zatanna Zatara—magician, sorceress, and above all, a mind-magic specialist, a master of memory intrusion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman immediately turned to Zatanna. She blinked, understanding Constantine’s plan. “True. Direct confrontation wastes energy. If we fight each other, those black magicians will steal it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can directly invade memories. Like certain occult entities, I can find weaknesses in them, and create opportunities to make someone yield… Yes. That’s it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zatanna brightened. She walked to the helicopter door, turning back to Constantine:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, your old-fashioned lectures have some use. Let’s go. Find a safe place, enter Shiler’s memory, hypnotize him, and make him drop the umbrella.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constantine gave a hollow, forced smile: “Miss, you’re a genius. Perfect plan. Then you two just—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He moved toward the helicopter door—but as his hand touched it, *click*. The door locked. Batman stared straight ahead, expressionless:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not ‘you two.’ ‘We.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constantine froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Gotham’s wind rose. Light squeezed through gaps in the clouds, casting a fleeting, mournful glow upon the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fine rain struck the helicopter’s rotors, rising in mist-like vapor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The helicopter shrank into a black dot, flying toward the horizon, where a towering spire loomed—hidden in mist and rain, barely visible.\u003C\u002Fp>",1574,"2026-06-20T16:39:22.658Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","f8da801880d6493e266f26dc16d27c8a84c60e17739fc5bfd87c04e2990fa3ff","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-940","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-938",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]