[{"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-99":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},2322667,4544,"Chapter 99: The Little Master of Getting Rich","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-99",99,"\u003Cp>Natasha rushed into the psychological clinic, speaking rapidly on the phone while telling Xiler: “Give me thirty reports… no, no, no—fifty, fifty psychological diagnostic reports.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiler was writing at the bar, didn’t lift his head, only flicked his eyes up and said: “What diagnosis?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“PTSD, or whatever it’s called? I forgot. Just that illness you get after war. Fifty of them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Monster Museum\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Handwriting won’t do—only electronic reports. Where’s the personnel list?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Natasha picked up her other phone: “Send the list to my phone right now. Wait, I’ll just give you an address—fax it over…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side, Peter walked out holding a stack of papers: “Doctor, I don’t understand this reimbursement form. Even if the monster never reached us, we’re claiming losses for dish sponges? Isn’t that a bit…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side, Dr. Connors was on the phone: “Yes, the cure’s R&D cost is high because… because the ingredients are expensive. Just tell them that—they won’t understand anyway.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It uses at least dozens of rare elements. Which ones? Check the periodic table yourself—use whichever are most expensive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark handed Natasha a sheet: “Here’s Stark Tower’s electricity bill. Connors and Peter ran experiments in my high-end lab for one hour and forty-three minutes. Add the average cost per minute in dollars, plus equipment wear. Oh, and since Peter used too much force, he destroyed a million-dollar device—count that as wear and tear…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Natasha took the paper without looking, picked up another call: “Casualty count? How many deaths sound right? We’ve got thirty-two field agents stuck in New York—why not declare them all KIA? Compensation at five hundred thousand per person…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? Even bolder? How many agents are on the East Coast? Nationwide? Wouldn’t that be too exaggerated? One monster wiping out every agent in the country? Won’t that make us look useless?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hung up and asked Peter: “Do you still have any of that serum left?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Two vials remain. But if you need more, we can make some.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nick wants more. You know—military created this dangerous monster. It’s reasonable they buy extra doses as a precaution, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How many does he want?” Dr. Connors asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Natasha spoke into the phone again, then said: “Two hundred vials possible?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter spat out his water: “That serum’s modified from lizard blood—only seven vials total. Dr. Connors spent months making them…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nick sells them for three million each.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dr. Connors immediately put on his coat: “Come on, Peter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to Natasha: “Wait for us. Two days max—we’ll deliver two hundred vials.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Peter was dragged away, Xiler took the reimbursement form from his hand: “Peter’s too naive. Four dish sponges? How long do those last? Start with four thousand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pikachu leapt onto the table: “Add two jars of peanut butter. No—two thousand jars. That monster was terrifying—my peanut butter losses are catastrophic!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiler scribbled, then said: “That’s about it. By the way, how many points did you say I get?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Two percent per report. Three percent on this reimbursement form.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait—is fifty reports enough? This battle was brutal. SHIELD agents risked everything—they’ll have lasting trauma. Make it three hundred. Handwritten signatures? Add another one percent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steve stood in the center of the room, arms crossed: “I know the world changed. I know I’m old. But not this much.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We took down that monster in minutes. Four thousand dish sponges? Did he smash every restaurant kitchen in New York?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Natasha’s absurd casualty numbers, Steve said: “I know Nick’s just pushing for more funding, but the military isn’t stupid. They can see how many losses are real.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It doesn’t matter, Captain,” Natasha waved her hand. “We’re victims. Victims say how many—so that’s how many.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Steve could object, Coulson burst in, grabbed a notepad and pen, pulled Steve onto the sofa, and began interviewing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s this for? Why interview me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This way you don’t have to write the combat report, Captain Steve.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright then…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How did you defeat the monster? Was it smooth?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well, there were some setbacks, but overall it went smoothly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can you detail the setbacks?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The monster was incredibly strong. At first, my shield strikes had no effect, so I immediately changed tactics…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coulson wrote: “The Red Iguana possessed strength far beyond Captain America’s estimation. Shield strikes proved useless. Early combat was brutal, nearly hopeless.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course, later it was manageable. Strong, but dumb—extremely agitated. An opponent like that is easier to handle…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coulson wrote: “The Red Iguana was ferociously enraged. Its rage amplified its power. The Captain was pushed back relentlessly. The monster held the upper hand throughout.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course, I must admit Iron Man’s mech explosion helped…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coulson kept writing: “Iron Man deployed his multi-million-dollar mech in a heroic, unrecoverable self-destruction. After at least twenty waves of explosions—five mechs per wave, encircling the beast—it finally forced the monster to retreat two steps. According to Captain America’s account, it took precisely that to bring it down.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After speaking, Steve glared at Coulson: “Can I see that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coulson snatched the notebook away, stood, and gripped Steve’s hand with sincere earnestness: “Captain, you are a battle hero. Always have been.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side, Xiler hung up the phone: “Thank me. There’s a bed open at the Elder Council Hospital. Who do you want to send there?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who do you think’s most likely injured?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then Stark. He triggered a mech explosion—shrapnel wounds are normal. I’ll call the director to arrange a specialist consult. I’ll send you the reimbursement form soon. As for hospital fees…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Natasha said: “Standard procedure: top-tier room, top-tier nursing. Oh, and do you know any top doctors? Have him provide full-time care—we’ll pay hourly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Funny—I know an excellent neurosurgeon. His only flaw? He’s expensive. Oh, wait—now that’s an advantage.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, Coulson entered, followed by Natasha and two other agents, all carrying stacks of reports.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiler rubbed his hands: “Let’s see—this must be today’s haul. How’s Nick doing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Director Nick scolded everyone present. The generals couldn’t even squeeze in a word. He berated the military from top to bottom—for illegally diverting funds to develop dangerous bio-weapons, for ignoring safety protocols, for expanding weapon stockpiles without authorization.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He ranted for six hours straight—no repetition. His voice nearly carved into the Congress chamber walls…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Didn’t the military fight back?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Natasha rested one hand on the files, the other on her hip: “You know why Nick and General Robert never got along? Because Robert was the only one who could talk back. Now he’s dead. The rest are military academy drones—only fit to take the abuse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coulson shook his head: “The military lost big this time. Their rogue monster caused such chaos—Congress won’t ignore it. Director Nick seized the chance and bit off another chunk.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The missing alien biological specimen gave him perfect cover. Nick insists the military stole it from SHIELD. Even the congressmen suspect it—SHIELD’s specimen vanished, then the military produced a monster. The timing’s too convenient.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Won’t they question SHIELD’s security?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Security? When has SHIELD ever had that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s just an excuse, right?” Xiler asked. “The symbiote didn’t come from your facility… wait, did it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Natasha shrugged: “No one knows. The entire Biocontainment Division died in a collective incident last December. Then again in March, when funding was tight—they died again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fine, Xiler thought. Where Venom came from no longer matters. He was eager to see what kind of creature it would become after bonding with Stark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, Nick’s voice crackled through the comms: “No good—the books still don’t balance. Think of something. Get us more.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Natasha and Coulson groaned. They’d exhausted every idea—even claiming rats died on the streets and requesting funds to prevent plague.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiler rolled up his sleeves: “I have a solution. One that balances your books for a year.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Natasha and Coulson stared at him. Natasha said: “You might not understand, Doctor…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Actually, you could just grant me legal status as a rehabilitation center. Then regularly send agents here for stress-induced breakdowns.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rehabilitation requires beds and medication. And since SHIELD agents serve the nation so diligently, their rooms and beds must be top-tier. Medication must be the best available.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Psychiatric rehab differs from regular hospitals. We aim for peace and tranquility—at minimum, a spa, a gym, a yoga and meditation room.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course, that’s basic. For better results, you need a stable, a livestock farm, a golf course…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And those aren’t enough. Certain activities require expert guidance: Indian yoga masters, Himalayan meditators, world equestrian champions, zoologists, naturalists, race car drivers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know, I know—it’s expensive. But these agents bled and sweated for their country. They deserve it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And the location can’t be far. New York City is perfect. The land’s expensive, but convenient.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Given New York’s instability, construction must meet Level 10 earthquake standards. Architects can’t be amateurs—they must be world-class artists. Contractors can’t be sloppy. The largest U.S. construction firm—what’s its name? Their quality seems solid.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The ribbon-cutting ceremony is essential. If some old congressman feels generous, invite the press so he can show his face.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We welcome all parties to deliver condolences speeches. These are real warriors who sacrificed for the nation. To earn their support, donations won’t be small, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And if donations are large, we can offer them an honorary directorship. You know—I don’t mind…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Xiler finished, Coulson’s comms blared Nick Fury’s roar: “Coulson! Get him in my office in ten minutes!! NOW!! IMMEDIATELY!!”\u003C\u002Fp>",1559,"2026-06-20T16:39:12.484Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","755145996e7caa50f5ef084295f8f1f0824accc6677f00374b86d960a6b73293","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-100","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-98",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]