[{"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-956":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},2323524,4544,"Chapter 956: Schiller","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-956",956,"\u003Cp>After Batman and Zatanna’s souls returned to their bodies, they ignored Constantine as he hurriedly left; Batman supported Zatanna, whose soul energy was exhausted, to the rest room and placed her in a life-support pod to rest, then received a call from Schiller.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller told him over the phone that the key to this outbreak of public madness and plant mutations might lie in the rain that had been falling continuously since the disaster began—and Batman had reached the same conclusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the disaster began, only two phenomena had surrounded Gotham: fog and rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was known that the fog had been arranged by Zatanna to seal off the Spirit Realm and prevent black mages from obtaining the Ultimate Evil Curse; thus, the only unexplained phenomenon was the rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gotham often rained, but never continuously for twenty-four hours a year; yet since the disaster began, the clouds overhead had never dispersed, and the rain had not paused for even a few minutes, lasting for days without interruption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller’s proposed methods to disperse the clouds or block the rain could indeed stop the disaster most rapidly; Batman had a corresponding plan, but his solution was largely based on transforming Gotham’s infrastructure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his original plan, once Gotham was transformed into a complete hive, all residents could live within the city’s buildings without needing to go out into the rain; ventilation and water supply would be handled by devices Batman had created—convenient and safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But achieving this effect required the completion of all infrastructure renovations in Gotham; there was still a long way to go, and in short, it was a slow-acting remedy, while Gotham’s current crisis was acute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet if one spoke of rapidly altering the weather, one could not avoid mentioning Lex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Previously, he and Bruce had competed on separate research topics; his subject had been how to alter Gotham’s weather. Though he had not fully succeeded, Batman knew he had achieved some results.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Batman decided to leave the Batcave and find Lex, to see if his prior research could be applied; if he could first resolve the public madness, he could then turn his attention to tracking down the true mastermind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as soon as he left the Batcave, he was stunned by the sight before him: standing on a well-situated hillside, he could clearly see the entire city swallowed by green—not vines, but one after another, staggered florets of broccoli.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It did not look as if broccoli had invaded Gotham; rather, Gotham had invaded the broccoli’s territory. From a bird’s-eye view, the broccoli appeared to be the native inhabitants of the land, while the skyscrapers seemed like abrupt spikes jutting up between the deep green canopies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this scene, Batman’s first thought was that Schiller was in trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He immediately flew his Batcopter to the Rodriguez Estate—and as expected, found Schiller slumped on the sofa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller leaned against one armrest of the sofa, his hand holding a water cup trembling uncontrollably; beside him stood Merkel, face filled with guilt; and as Batman turned his head, he saw a massive broccoli plant blocking the entire right side of the parlor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman confirmed Schiller’s hands were trembling unconsciously; from the rhythm of his chest rising and falling, he was struggling to breathe; cold sweat constantly formed on his forehead, and his consciousness seemed blurred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman had never imagined Schiller’s allergy to broccoli could be this severe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to what he knew, Schiller’s dislike of broccoli was unquestionable—but dislike had degrees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had heard Victor’s frequent tale of Schiller storming into the kitchen and shooting a broccoli plant during a dinner party, but that sounded more like an exaggerated joke among friends—Victor sometimes told such jokes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, when Schiller switched personalities, he had eaten broccoli—meaning it wasn’t this body’s physiology that was allergic; thus, a severe physical allergic reaction was impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman assumed it was merely distaste, nothing more; after all, who could imagine that a mysterious figure who could turn into mist and whose true power had never been uncovered had a weakness that was literally broccoli? It sounded absurd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constantine shared this view; he hadn’t even considered physiological or psychological allergies—he merely wanted to annoy Schiller, to retaliate for being struck with the umbrella.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his mind, how much could someone dislike broccoli? At most, avoid eating or looking at it; if such a person lived surrounded by broccoli, what serious consequences could follow? At most, disbelief and revulsion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Broccoli had only invaded Gotham, not the entire world; one could simply leave Gotham—it wouldn’t cause major harm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constantine’s deal with the Green involved turning all mutated plants into broccoli: one, to contain the mad patients running wild and prevent further infections; two, to annoy Schiller and retaliate for his past humiliations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Constantine rushed toward the Rodriguez Estate at top speed, fearing Schiller might flee Gotham—if he did, Constantine’s entire effort would be meaningless; his goal was to arrive first and mock Schiller.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, when Constantine saw Schiller in terrible condition, appearing almost terminally ill, he froze in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constantine turned to Batman and said: “What’s wrong with him? I swear his pupils look dilated.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman stared at Constantine coldly: “You’re asking me? Only three people have seen that giant broccoli. Exclude me and Zatanna—who’s left?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constantine opened his mouth to protest: “Why exclude you and Zatanna? All three of us are eyewitnesses. Maybe you’re retaliating because Schiller rejected your paper…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constantine raised his voice at the end, clearly trying to shift blame onto Batman—but Batman didn’t bite: “Zatanna and I corroborate each other’s alibi. During the time our souls returned to our bodies, neither of us left the Batcave. Only you had the opportunity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But you have no proof,” Constantine countered. “If you hadn’t banned me from smoking in the Batcave, I wouldn’t have left. And who says you and Zatanna were even in the Batcave? Maybe that’s just a projection or some trick of yours? Your alibi isn’t solid…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they traded accusations, the estate’s front door suddenly burst open—Jason ran in and cried out: “Oh my God! Professor, I knew it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When I saw all that broccoli, I knew you were in trouble!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason rushed to Schiller’s side, touched his forehead—it was hot—then checked his pulse: normal, though his breathing was rapid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to Merkel: “Mr. Butler, the estate should have sedatives. If not, sleeping pills will do—could you fetch some?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merkel instinctively moved to comply, then paused, confused: “But shouldn’t we use antihistamines for an allergic reaction? I’ll get the allergy meds…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason shook his head: “This isn’t a physiological allergy. It looks like a stress response triggered by psychological stimuli—sedatives are needed…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constantine stepped forward and looked at Jason: “Can psychological stress cause such a severe reaction?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This isn’t psychological allergy,” Jason emphasized. “There’s no such disease as psychological allergy. Only stress symptoms from mental trauma or re-experiencing—completely different from physical allergies.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For example, if something once caused you deep trauma, seeing it again triggers memories of that pain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“These associations and recollections can mentally stimulate you, triggering a stress response that appears like an allergy—but the physical weakness comes from the mind, not the organs.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merkel turned to fetch sedatives. Batman turned back to Constantine, who cleared his throat: “Don’t blame me—I never studied psychology. Fine, I’ll handle this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shrugged: “I may not know psychology, but I can use occult methods to fix this. Give me time—I’ll prepare a magical array…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to leave, but Merkel walked down the stairs, frowning, holding a box: “I remember we had some sedatives here, but they seem to be gone…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason took the box, flipped through it, and said: “None of these will work. Let’s take Professor Schiller to the hospital.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merkel suddenly remembered something and hurried to the phone: “I’ll call Dr. Brand—he’ll bring medicine. He’s Schiller’s old classmate; he’ll help.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dialed Brand. Soon after, Brand and Victor arrived. Brand, upon entering, complained: “What’s wrong with this city? What kind of bizarre disasters are these?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve seen shadows and ghosts swarm the city. I’ve seen devils trying to devour it. But broccoli? What do they want? To demand humans don’t dip them in sauce?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Victor bent down and touched Schiller’s forehead. Brand stepped forward and gave Schiller a sedative pill, then sighed: “After living with Schiller this long, haven’t you realized he’s mentally ill?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He scanned the room, then sighed: “Never mind. This is the cost of ignorance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Autistic individuals often experience emotions differently from neurotypical people. Their triggers are not the same. Something ordinary, commonplace, harmless to everyone else, can suddenly overwhelm them and trigger extreme reactions.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In schools that accept autistic students, you’ll see children suddenly screaming or exploding emotionally. You think it’s random—but they’ve just been triggered by some mundane object or behavior.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constantine had been about to argue, but seeing Batman’s increasingly lethal stare, he waved his hand: “Fine, I’m uneducated. I thought it was a joke. I’ll fix it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to set up the magical array—but then, “Bang!” The estate’s front door burst open. Armed agents stormed in. A Black man at the front stepped forward, flashed his badge at Schiller, and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“FBI.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He returned the badge to his chest pocket and addressed Schiller:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Schiller Rodriguez. After investigation, you are formally arrested for violating espionage laws, including charges of espionage, illegal surveillance, and endangering federal security.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone froze. Then Schiller, as if snapping back to awareness, slowly stood, gripping his umbrella for balance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a pause, he spoke in a hoarse voice:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am an operative of the Soviet Committee for State Security… and the organizer and leader of revolutionary activities in Central America. I request witness protection.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When his words ended, everyone—including the FBI agents—stood motionless, stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>",1625,"2026-06-20T16:39:22.658Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","944f66ba00f1f6ab99a88090659eb2e9ce5c6abe35888687ae0c8c2f3eeed358","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-957","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-955",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]