[{"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-945":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},2323513,4544,"Chapter 945","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-945",945,"\u003Cp>Seeing the knife Constantin handed over, Batman asked after hearing his account: “How tall was the boy you saw?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constantin thought for a moment and said: “He looked to be under six feet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That means the memory you experienced likely predates the one we’re currently in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You said you encountered a man and a woman in your memory, mentioned Patient One, experiments, and test subjects—meaning you was possibly an experiment subject for some secret organization, and at around age fifteen, armed with a cold weapon, he killed over ten fully armed security personnel.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constantin sighed and said: “I’m certain he had that capability. His strength was astonishing. If I had to describe it precisely, I’d say that at your same age, his strength could have been two to three times yours.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman’s pupils contracted. He said: “How is that possible? No human could possess such strength—I mean, an ordinary human…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you think he was an ordinary human?” Constantin countered, but Batman replied: “You shocked him with electricity, yet he didn’t turn to mist. Perhaps he didn’t have that ability yet—otherwise, you couldn’t have driven away. He could’ve easily caught up to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This knife you obtained has no special power. Under such a frail, under-muscled condition, it’s nearly impossible for him to have unleashed such immense strength.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Batman paused. Constantin noticed his expression and asked: “Did something occur to you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If we must find a scenario where an untrained, extremely thin, young person could unleash strength far beyond normal, there’s only one possibility—he lifted the brain’s inhibition on his muscles.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Under normal circumstances, humans cannot achieve this unless they enter an extreme state of mental hyperexcitement—commonly called a psychotic episode.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A loud “DONG” echoed, and both turned to look at the window in the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, another scream came from upstairs. Constantin rushed to the door. “That’s Zatanna. He’s probably encountered Sie Lei .”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both knew that despite their hidden agendas on this journey, they must now unite—without Zatanna, escaping here would become exponentially harder, let alone retrieving any weakness item.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They burst out of the room and rushed upstairs, where they indeed saw Sie Lei , clad in a restraint suit, cornering Zatanna in the re-examination room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, Zatanna had entered through that same door—but the moment she stepped in, she encountered Sie Lei  patrolling this floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll draw him away. You take Zatanna to the storage room. We’ll regroup there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without delay, Batman charged out, successfully drawing Sie Lei ’s attention and luring him to the far end of the corridor. Constantin rushed forward and helped the gasping Zatanna to her feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zatanna seemed shaken, dazed. As Constantin pulled her downstairs, she remained silent until they reached the storage room, where she slowly regained some composure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Batman returned. He looked at Zatanna and said: “What did you encounter in the memory space? Tell us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zatanna shook her head violently. “I can’t believe what I just witnessed…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Zatanna’s vacant gaze, she saw again the hellish scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hidden inside the orphanage cabinet, Zatanna saw a small figure sitting on a tiny blanket, idly playing with a heavily worn building block.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What truly terrified Zatanna were the dozens of corpses lying beside the child—adults and children alike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the far right of the room, a row of food bins lay overturned. A plump Asian woman, holding a serving spoon, had a bullet hole in her forehead. Beside her, two young women and three children lay piled together, blood pooling in a river.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the boy lay a man on the ground, as if lunging toward him. Two other men lay near the bookshelf. An older man lay right beside the boy’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy sat on the round blanket, watching blood seep beneath it, yet faced with this carnage, he held the block in one hand, arranging it in empty air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zatanna couldn’t understand what he was doing. She stepped out of the cabinet, knelt beside the boy, and looked into his eyes. “You’re Sie Lei , aren’t you? Your eyes and your soul share the same color…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What happened here? Who killed these people?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zatanna’s rapid-fire questions received no answer. Little Sie Lei  remained silent, unresponsive. As she prepared to press further, she heard a series of footsteps outside the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the hurried steps, Zatanna knew the attackers had arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She quickly scooped up little Sie Lei  and hid inside the cabinet. Then, a group of men in strange uniforms burst in. One spoke in English: “All cleared. He should be in this room… Huh? Where is he?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man rushed inside, scanning the room, but found no target. A higher-ranking man, however, noticed the building block discarded by little Sie Lei .\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked it up. As his fingertip touched it, he felt residual warmth. “The target hasn’t gone far—he’s still in this room. Search thoroughly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the figures approach the cabinet, Zatanna glanced at the expressionless little Sie Lei . She gritted her teeth. As the figure neared the cabinet, flames erupted—BOOM!—the explosion blasted the figure and the cabinet door outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zatanna dragged little Sie Lei  toward the door. Gunfire cracked behind them. She heard someone shout: “Chase him! Don’t let Patient One escape! He’s the most promising one—we can’t afford failure!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Little Sie Lei  appeared young and frail, but Zatanna couldn’t carry him while running. She pulled him a short distance, then conjured a ring of fire midair and leapt into it with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone in the room rushed into the corridor, unaware that above the original room, a fire ring flared—Zatanna and little Sie Lei  emerged again. “That’s an illusion,” she said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then she looked at the floor littered with corpses, felt her fingers trembling. Zatanna had seen horrors before, but in such a small room, so many bodies and so much blood—she felt icy dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, little Sie Lei  broke free from her grip and walked to the center of the round carpet, picking up the block. Zatanna hurried over, knelt, and gripped his shoulders. “What happened, Sie Lei ? Tell me—this block…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zatanna seized little Sie Lei ’s wrist, took the block from his hand—facing no resistance. She stared at the ordinary, heavily worn block, utterly baffled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, little Sie Lei  bolted for the door. Zatanna, lost in thought, didn’t react. When she turned, he was already in the corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come back! They’ll take you!” Zatanna shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She dashed after him, but the men were already rushing forward. She lunged to grab little Sie Lei —but the next instant, bullets rained down. She had to summon a magical shield to protect herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a group surged forward. One man snatched little Sie Lei . Zatanna’s playing cards struck down several, but couldn’t stop it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The men were highly trained. In seconds, they loaded their target into a vehicle and sped off, leaving Zatanna alone, stamping her foot in fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They were professionals!” Zatanna emphasized in the storage room. “They must’ve injected him with some sedative—otherwise, why wouldn’t he resist? Why not speak a word?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman and Constantin exchanged a glance, piecing together the full story from their own experiences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sie Lei ’s childhood was spent in an orphanage,” Batman concluded. “You mentioned seeing Chinese characters—so this orphanage likely wasn’t on the East Coast, or even in America.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not surprising Sie Lei  isn’t American,” Constantin said. “But this contradicts what we already know. His childhood should’ve been in Germany. He was a German, and around the same age as the little Sie Lei  Zatanna saw, he plucked a feather from Lucifer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zatanna frowned. “No, it doesn’t contradict. We don’t know where those men took little Sie Lei . What if they took him straight to Germany?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constantin rubbed his chin. “That’s possible. In my memory, little Sie Lei  underwent some experiment. Near its conclusion, he reappeared in the same country as the orphanage.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The organization experimenting on him wouldn’t have chosen such a distant, unfamiliar Eastern nation. Back then, global politics had stabilized. The bipolar order was established. Carrying out such operations abroad wasn’t easy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you hear their accents as British?” Zatanna murmured. “Mine sounded similar—but not perfectly standard. Less affected than yours.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Consider this: every agent worldwide speaks English. Many speak multiple languages—including enemy nations’ tongues—or are native to those countries. Language alone can’t determine nationality,” Batman said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s continue the logic. Sie Lei  was born in an orphanage in some Eastern nation. One day, a secret organization stormed the orphanage, killed nearly everyone, and took Sie Lei  away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We know that in reality, young Sie Lei  appeared in Germany. So assume they took him there and performed an experiment that granted him strength far beyond normal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then, at some point, Sie Lei  returned to the Eastern nation. This may have been a necessary phase of the experiment—or an accident. Their mention of ‘unleashing’ may relate to this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman turned to Constantin. “But your later experiences show they failed. Sie Lei , trained and possessing superhuman strength, likely killed everyone involved in that phase.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then came my part. A local organization in this country, calling itself the ‘Ninth Management Office,’ sent Sie Lei  to this psychiatric hospital. They probably discovered his anomaly, subdued him, and committed him here for treatment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This explains why his medical records show extreme aggression and repeated breaches of security. The warnings mention he received professional training—that ‘professional training’ was likely lethal combat training, received within that secret organization.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now, our biggest mysteries are these: First—and most critical—what was the nature of the experiment? How did it give young Sie Lei  such immense strength?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constantin watched Batman’s thoughtful expression. “Didn’t you just say there’s only one way a frail person could gain such strength?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman frowned deeply. “But there are problems. Lifting muscle inhibition can boost strength by at most 20–30%. Even in extreme frenzy, it might double at best.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Moreover, this state imposes massive strain on the body. Prolonged muscle inhibition can cause severe consequences—why psychiatric hospitals aggressively sedate patients in such states.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If left unchecked, they’re more likely to harm themselves before harming others.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Also, baseline physiology determines potential. Someone with virtually untrained muscles can’t unleash immense power even in frenzy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman fell silent. But Constantin said: “Could Sie Lei  simply be a prodigy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman almost refuted with probability—but quickly realized it was possible. He heard Constantin say: “They kept stressing that Patient One was special. Given the global climate then, they wouldn’t have stormed in unless he was exceptionally important.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know you’ll say such prodigies are rare—but look at us: two stand before you. All who wield magic are one in a million.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman, rarely showing anything but coldness toward Constantin, paused, then said: “Yes… it’s possible. If he weren’t exceptionally rare, none of this would’ve happened.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then another question remains: how did he transform from a psychiatric patient into a psychotherapist?”\u003C\u002Fp>",1819,"2026-06-20T16:39:22.658Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","4597a6dd16d5e1195a593a71b4ec85ce07fa03dde34321e07e2fb76173254ee8","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-946","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-944",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]