[{"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-952":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},2323520,4544,"Chapter 952","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-952",952,"\u003Cp>In the instant they saw the giant broccoli, all three froze—Zatanna was the most bewildered, even sprinting toward the broccoli in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This enormous broccoli resembled the World Tree from countless works of art—blocking out the sun and sky, its branches thick with leaves; upon closer inspection, its massive stem was so thick that even hundreds of people could not encircle it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zatanna simply could not conceive how to verify whether this was truly broccoli, so she leaned in and sniffed it, then made a disgusted face, coughed twice, and stepped back two paces saying: “It’s broccoli—since childhood, whenever this thing appeared on the table, my father would pull out all stops to force me to eat it…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constantine, the most injured, staggered over and said: “How do I describe it? Only that it’s both expected and surprising—I once heard Victor, one of Shiler’s friends, say that during a restaurant meal, Shiler stormed into the kitchen and fired a gun at the broccoli…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zatanna raised an eyebrow in confusion: “That can’t be right. Sure, broccoli is disgusting—I’ve hated it since childhood—but you don’t shoot a vegetable?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constantine shrugged: “You’ve been away from Gotham too long.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman stood still to regain his strength, then stepped forward, gazing up at the broccoli’s trunk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t dislike broccoli—he never picked his food—but he knew that, theoretically, some people’s aversion to certain vegetables wasn’t just pickiness; human genetics were astonishingly precise, even fine-tuning taste perception when consuming specific vegetables.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shiler once mentioned he had a severe broccoli allergy—I don’t know if it’s psychological or physiological, but if it’s physiological, that explains it,” Batman said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zatanna felt drained and wanted to lean against something, but the broccoli’s impact was overwhelming; with her last strength, she pulled away from the trunk and sat on the ground, sighing: “Are we really supposed to fight this professor with a vegetable? We can’t just throw broccoli at him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zatanna imagined the scene, made a disgusted face, and added: “Oh god, I can’t do this—it’s too cruel. Throwing broccoli at someone? If anyone did that to me, I’d go insane!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Someone probably has,” Batman said. The other two turned to him. He said: “Do you remember the ‘special targeted measures’ in the medical records?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman pulled out the cookie box again, flipped open the medical records, and pointed: “Look here—every time Shiler has an episode, the records mention implementing targeted measures…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If Shiler’s power truly is two to three times mine, as Constantine claims, no ordinary person could subdue him without injuring him—but every time targeted measures are applied, the next step is always returning him to observation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t tell me those targeted measures are broccoli?!” Constantine looked horrified: “They didn’t surround him with piles of broccoli to keep him still, did they?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hard to say,” Batman said, imagining the scene, then pulling his mouth downward as if suppressing other expressions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But not every Shiler fears broccoli. When Victor ate with Shiler, he once saw him eating broccoli—meaning he likely has a personality that isn’t afraid of it,” Batman said, frowning slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait—if the answer room shows his greatest fear is broccoli, but he has other personalities unafraid of it, doesn’t that mean we’ve been stuck inside one of his personalities?” Zatanna got up again, frowning: “How is that possible? Didn’t we jump through and between memories?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve never entered the Tower of Thought, so you don’t know its structure—it has many layers, and movement between layers requires an elevator. Without the elevator operator’s permission, you can’t cross levels,” Batman said clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zatanna opened her mouth to speak, when suddenly a familiar voice echoed through the air: “What are you doing here?!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you… my god! Get out! Leave that room! How dare you get this close to that broccoli?!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Shiler’s voice, Batman didn’t retreat—he moved with lightning speed to the broccoli’s trunk and pressed his back firmly against it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next second, Shiler appeared in the space—wearing a suit, holding an umbrella—looking at the three standing beside the broccoli with a puzzled expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How did you get here? The intruders I sensed breaking into my room—were you three?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Constantine was even more stunned: “Aren’t you fighting the Green? How are you here?!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unexpectedly, Shiler’s face darkened instantly—and as the two sides stared across the distance, time began to reverse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a movie rewinding, the three detectives’ figures retreated from the room, flying backward through the shifting memories, returning to three separate memory spaces, then back to the Spirit Realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before they entered Shiler’s soul, Shiler was indeed facing the Green.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood at the center of the green chamber, before Pamela, umbrella in hand, addressing the Green: “So it’s you—I never expected my first real opponent in this period would be the embodiment of plants…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I assume you went through all this trouble to force Pamela into submission.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First, you poisoned Gotham with rain, creating the illusion of plant mutation; then you fabricated the event where classmates abandoned Pamela, even trying to use her as bait.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look at how ugly human nature is—friends who laughed and joked daily, at the critical moment, didn’t save her—they wanted to kill her. Yet the quiet plants refused to harm her. Between these two, which would a normal college girl choose?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You hoped this contrast would break Pamela’s psychological defenses, making her willingly become your agent. But you didn’t expect her to still refuse—so you had to forge memories in her mind to trick her into signing the contract.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Green responded with unmistakable confusion—its consciousness wasn’t singular but a fusion of many; at that moment, Shiler heard a slightly puzzled female voice beside him: “…What are you talking about?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can only say you’re skilled at exploiting human weaknesses—if Pamela were truly an ordinary college girl, you’d have succeeded long ago.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No,” the Green said. “I mean… what you just described—the plan? What do you mean by me infecting humans and plants with rain? What event?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your denial is pathetic,” Shiler said, staring at the vines before him. “Pretending ignorance won’t work—look closely at the curse on your body.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Green’s confusion deepened—it wasn’t feigned; he genuinely didn’t understand. The truth was, he hadn’t engineered any conspiracy—he’d simply passed by, hoping for a quick opportunity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Green had long noticed Pamela, but she wasn’t the only candidate. The Green’s forces were composed of many factions—like the Tree Council and the May Queen—and this time, it was the May Queen, who governed vines, who targeted Pamela.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The May Queen had many candidates. Her selection principle was broad casting and wide catching—identifying multiple targets, nurturing them, then choosing the most outstanding agent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason the May Queen was merely “passing by” was that when plants in Gotham began mutating, she was the first to notice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d only intended to investigate what was happening, but discovered one of her former agents was in danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The May Queen wasn’t human—she felt no sympathy for humans—but she saw great potential in Pamela and didn’t want to lose a candidate, so she controlled vines to rescue Pamela, then entered her mental world to negotiate a contract.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short: the May Queen came to claim an easy prize. She simply stumbled upon Pamela in a weakened state, found her potential even better than expected, and immediately wanted to hire her—only to face Pamela’s resistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The May Queen didn’t understand human tactics of persuasion. She didn’t believe a normal human could resist her will, so her methods weren’t recruitment—they were kidnapping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to Shiler, it all looked like a conspiracy. As he’d once said: he didn’t know if the other side was this cruel, but he was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shiler routinely set traps exploiting human psychological weaknesses. After observing this chain of events from a detached perspective, he naturally concluded the Green was the culprit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because if he were the Green, how would he force Pamela to become his agent?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For humans, trust and security were vital emotional supports. To make Pamela fully turn toward plants, he’d first have to shatter her trust in humanity, making her feel utterly unsafe in human society.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then replace that lost security with another pillar—the plants that protected her in crisis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Shiler’s view, this logic was flawless—he’d do the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the motive was clear: Shiler knew from comics that the Green had once tried to make Poison Ivy Pamela his new agent—only for her to refuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This fact confirmed two things: one, Pamela truly had the potential to become the Green’s agent, and the Green saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two, if a candidate firmly refused, the Green couldn’t use extreme force—he couldn’t forcibly control them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, motive was established: the Green must have grown frustrated by Pamela’s refusal, so he engineered a scheme—using contaminated rain and seemingly mutated plants—to trap her in danger and break her psychologically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short, Shiler, putting himself in the Green’s shoes, found this “buying dumplings for a bit of vinegar” plan perfectly reasonable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the May Queen was utterly confused—she’d just passed by to grab an easy opportunity, and now she was the villain?\u003C\u002Fp>",1516,"2026-06-20T16:39:22.658Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","f9f96a6729316c4dd84183e3c0b366a23fbc8a9ad1bdb1a45e9adf9f44a796b7","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-953","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-951",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]