[{"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-946":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},2323514,4544,"Chapter 946: The Three Investigators (Part 1)","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-946",946,"\u003Cp>“This is indeed a question worth considering,” Constantine touched beneath his nose and said, “According to the diary you found, he constantly tried to imitate ordinary people but always failed, so he switched methods—he designed a tall tower, the very mental palace we saw inside his soul.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The diary doesn’t explicitly state whether this method succeeded, but based on our interactions with Shiler, compared to his adolescent years when he could barely function normally, he now clearly lives within ordinary society—this suggests the method likely worked.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman nodded and said, “From the conversation you overheard, we know young Shiler suffered from autism, possibly autistic savant syndrome—a condition that can grant exceptional memory or specialized talents in certain areas.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If he truly resolved his mental issues, it’s not surprising he could become a top psychologist through study. I suspect this is how it happened.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As a child, Shiler suffered from autistic savant syndrome; due to his extraordinary talent and inability to communicate with others, he began building block towers inside his mind.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But one day, members of the mysterious organization broke into the orphanage and killed everyone there. This trauma caused Shiler’s block tower to collapse, severely damaging his psyche—he became mute, lost the ability to think, and reacted only on instinct.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The mysterious organization took him away—perhaps to Germany, perhaps elsewhere—and conducted experiments on him. We’ll assume this experiment aimed to use psychological trauma to remove the brain’s natural inhibition on muscles, granting immense strength and transforming him into a powerful assassin with special abilities.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shiler spent his adolescence within the mysterious organization and, as they hoped, became an extremely powerful and cold-blooded killer. They then planned to use him to carry out certain tasks in a specific country—tasks we can all imagine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But after they sent him back to that country, Shiler suddenly broke free of their control and killed them all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“His actions drew the attention of certain official organizations in that country, who subdued and detained him, bringing him to what they called the Ninth Facility, intending to restore his mental health.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because his block tower had collapsed and received no treatment during the golden recovery period, Shiler could no longer return to ordinary life through mere mimicry—he had to change his approach, piecing together the shattered fragments into a mental tower.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“After gaining his mental palace, Shiler’s psyche gradually returned to normal. With his exceptional talent and past psychological trauma, he chose psychology as his path, achieving remarkable success, and eventually came to Gotham University as a professor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constantine also agreed with this conclusion, nodding and saying, “It seems Shiler’s growth has been quite inspiring.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Batman spoke in a low voice: “What troubles me most is that mysterious organization that took Shiler—the British agents…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Batman’s gaze fixed on him, Constantine sized him up and said, “Why are you looking at me? Not every Brit is an agent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then, as if remembering something, Constantine added, “But I noticed the tower drawn in your second diary had intricate patterns—yet Shiler’s current mental tower is perfectly smooth, with no trace of markings. What’s going on?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman pulled out the diary again. The three leaned close to examine the illustration. Batman said, “This might just be a blueprint—the patterns indicate where each fragment should be placed…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constantine shook his head slightly. “Even if you can reassemble it, could there really be no trace left? The mental tower we see now is flawless—no seams at all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You might not know, Batman, the human soul is an extremely fragile thing. You can see wound after wound on a psychotic’s soul—even after healing and medication, those scars never vanish.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I prefer to view the collapse of Shiler’s mental tower as the collapse of his soul. His state—unable to speak, unable to act voluntarily—was like an empty shell devoid of soul control.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If he somehow reassembled his soul, it’s impossible he left no trace.” Constantine spoke with absolute certainty. Zatanna added, “Exactly. I’ve never seen a soul completely shattered, but many have lost fragments.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Those fragments might later be reassembled—even some manage to glue every piece back into the original shape—but that doesn’t mean the gluing left no marks. From the Spirit Realm, their souls are riddled with holes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zatanna turned her gaze to Constantine. He hesitated, then waved his hand. “Alright, alright—I’ve been using illusions. After all, who wants to walk around covered in scars?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, a faint glow emanated from his body. Batman narrowed his eyes and saw a network of cracks suddenly appear across Constantine’s skin, some areas charred as if burned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These wounds weren’t caused by a single source—some deep, some shallow, some large, some small—but from afar, not a single patch of his body remained unmarked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is the price of magic,” Constantine shrugged indifferently. “I’ve cut my soul apart more than once as bait, trying to erase these scars entirely. It’s not impossible—but the power required is simply too immense.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even if my reputation were far better than it is now, no entity would lend me that much power at once—not even Lucifer. It could destabilize the world and cause catastrophic consequences.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he finished, the scars on Constantine’s body faded. He glanced down at himself and said, “Besides, I can fake it anyway. This works fine, doesn’t it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If the memories we saw in Shiler’s mental space are real—if his soul truly collapsed—then it’s impossible he left no scars.” After saying this, Batman’s brow furrowed again. He began doubting what he had seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, have you forgotten why we’re here?” Zatanna spoke up. “We’re not here to investigate this professor’s past. Our target is the cursed medium.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glanced down at the blocks in her hand, a flicker of hesitation crossing her face, then muttered as if to herself, “It’s for his own good. Whoever holds such a powerful cursed medium—no matter how powerful a mage—will be doomed to eternal ruin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The greater the power, the greater the cost,” Zatanna shook her head. “Those greedy black magicians will never understand this truth. It’s not they using the curse—it’s the curse controlling them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she hardened her expression and looked at Batman and Constantine. “One weak object can anchor one scene. Three objects mean three scenes. I think that’s more than enough. When I used this trick before, one was enough. After all, fabricated memories are incredibly deceptive—it has nothing to do with willpower.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zatanna turned to Batman. “Do you ever doubt your own memories? Do you ever wonder if a memory you recall was fabricated by someone else?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman remained silent, but Zatanna continued, “Most people believe their memories are reliable. That’s precisely what mind mages exploit—to weave dreams and fabricate memories to achieve their goals.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Batman’s expression grow darker, Constantine cleared his throat. “But right now, we’re trapped inside this memory space. We must find a way out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If these three separated memory spaces share one common path, then there must be other paths leading to calmer memory spaces,” Zatanna mused. “Usually, the exit lies in the place the subject least wants to face…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If the follow-up room isn’t the answer, then where is?” Batman said. “Based on the clues we have, we can only deduce he suffered repeated failures there, making him unwilling to face it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zatanna shook her head. “No. Reality’s logic doesn’t necessarily apply to memory spaces. Suffering failure doesn’t mean unwillingness to face it. Remember—he was still a mental patient then. What he liked or hated might not follow logic.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman’s fingers paused on his wrist. Zatanna’s words made sense. He’d studied psychology—he knew mental patients perceived the world differently. For adults, repeated failure brings despair; success brings joy. But for mental patients, it’s not always so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To ordinary people, a plan failing again and again leaves psychological scars, making them avoid places of failure. But to a mental patient, it might just be a game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Shiler’s diary merely mechanically recorded events—it never expressed emotion. So we can’t be certain the follow-up room was the place he dreaded most.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Besides the follow-up room, where else might it be?” Constantine began thinking. Zatanna cut in directly: “Our current clues are insufficient to pinpoint the answer—but there’s another way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Another way?” Batman looked at her. “What is it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zatanna gestured for him to follow, walked to the door, opened it, saw Shiler wasn’t there, stepped out, and said, “Come with me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither Constantine nor Batman understood her method, but they followed her out. Zatanna walked to the door beside the tool room, opened it, peered inside, shook her head, and closed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she went to the room opposite, opened the door, peered inside, shook her head, and closed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She moved forward to the room in the middle of the corridor, opened the door, closed it. As she turned to continue, she looked back and saw Constantine and Batman standing frozen in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zatanna stood several meters away, puzzled. “What are you doing? Why aren’t you coming?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman stared at her. After several seconds, he slowly spoke:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your method… isn’t it brute force?”\u003C\u002Fp>",1518,"2026-06-20T16:39:22.658Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e7304223b7aadc964bba96d45fa5668f724d749d8473402cd17a5ad28e1c3000","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-947","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-945",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]