Victor von Doom left the Heavenly Sword and went straight to the mountains of Tibet, where he searched for a group of monks who had been isolated for many years, according to an ambiguous account from an ancient piece of parchment.

It's been a month now, and Doom still has very few clues at hand. He followed clues, questioned many villagers who had passed on the legends, and tried to find information from religious superstitions, but to no avail. In the end, all he had was a vague location from an unreliable legend, in a mountain range where the snow did not melt all year round.

The search was arduous, but Doom was prepared for this. Oddly enough, from the first day he set foot on this road, Doom instinctively felt that Michael was right. He felt as if he had heard the call of fate on this path, and there was no evidence to support it, but he could clearly feel that the legendary temple really existed. Fate summoned Victor von Doom to find the place, and the ancient knowledge and skills of the monks would eventually belong to him.

From the first day he walked into the mountains, the wind and snow did not stop. It is a pure white world, from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, everything is ruled by wind and snow, and it seems that even the sky is a huge white curtain. Wind and snow flooded the horizon, and mountain peaks barely poked their heads out of the white clouds. But when he tried his best to climb a mountain, there were always more peaks in his eyes.

The howling winds robbed people of their hearing, the blizzard obscured their vision, and the harsh environment paralyzed their sense of direction, making it almost impossible for normal people to find anything in such a place. Even if what he was looking for was only ten meters away, he would probably never know it for the rest of his life.

But Victor von Doom is no ordinary person, and he won't back down. He had his own way of finding his way forward in this world of ice and snow. He melted the barricades with high-temperature rays and kept warm at night by a homemade heating stove. His pace is unwavering, and his will is like iron.

But even so, he was almost destroyed by the mountain at one point.

After spending the first few days and nights in the mountains, he finally ran out of food. He was hungry and disoriented. Exhausted, he knew he was on the verge of his limits, and he knew that he might not find the temple after all, and that it might be the tomb of the great Victor von Doom.

On the third day of fasting, severe cold and hunger began to hallucinate him. At first, he had auditory hallucinations, as if he heard the whispers of demons in hell and the prayers and cries of imprisoned mothers. Then he began to see images. He saw the figure of the demon appear in the wind and snow, with tall silhouettes and sharp claws, as if they were coming to take his life.

He soon discovered that it wasn't a hallucination.

It was a snow monster, a legendary beast of prey in the village below the mountain. It has white fur, a body of more than three meters, a wolf-like mouth and fangs, and a huge palm like a bear.

The fight with the beast nearly killed Doom. With great force, it slashed Dom's thigh with its claws, scratching his left abdomen, all of which were quite severe. The beast threw him to the ground, and opened its bloody jaws to feed his hunger. But Doom just in time pulled a thermal grenade out of his backpack and shoved it into its open mouth. The grenade blew its head to shreds, and warm blood spilled all over the snow.

He survived, and the lack of food was temporarily resolved. But at the same time, he also ushered in a new problem, which was blood loss. Both of his wounds were deep, and if he continued like this, he would soon lose too much blood and kill him.

After satisfying himself with the snow monster's flesh, Doom began to move on. The wind slashed his wound over and over again like a sharp blade, and the warm blood flowed uncontrollably. Dom finally reached his limit, his legs went limp, he collapsed in the snow, and he could not move forward half a step further.

So that's it, here's the end of Victor von Doom. It's ironic that he came all the way here to find his own famous fisherman, but in the end he was found by fate and didn't give him a chance.

But just before he lost consciousness, he seemed to hear human voices. Someone was talking to each other, and the sound of footsteps in the soft snow was rapidly approaching. Then someone lifted him up and took him away from the bitter cold.

But he couldn't remember any of that, just as he couldn't remember the next path.

The only thing he remembered was that when he woke up, he had arrived, the lost temple, the place he was destined to find. Several red-robed monks gathered around him, smiling happily when they saw him get up.

"Look! He's alive! One of them shouted, "Come on, everyone!" He's awake! ”

The monks were so excited, as if they were their loved ones for the rest of their lives.

Doom remembered the prophecy.

Those who have lost everything will find the lost temple, learn ancient secrets, and become the lord of the monks in the temple.

He found it, and that's his fate.

***

The bathroom was filled with the sound of water, and the tall, muscular man stood outside the door with his back to the bathroom, like a faithful gatekeeper.

"Dormammu is an idiot." A woman's voice came from the bathroom, and the voice was so magnetic that one could think of a stunner as charming as a devil just by the sound of the voice. "He's a great character, but he's also an idiot," she said disdainfully. Is that right? ”

The man snorted from the depths of his throat, counting as a promise.

"But he barely managed to do something good. He attracted unwanted attention for us so that Zemo's little party wouldn't attract too much attention. ”

A string of crisp giggles rang from the bathroom. The sound of the water stopped, the door was opened, and a woman wrapped in a white bath towel stepped out. She had wet blonde hair, her face was as beautiful as illusory, her legs were white and flawless, and she was like a walking weapon of mass destruction to a man.

The man remained faithfully in place, like a soldier standing upright, waiting for his commander to give orders.

"But we can also have some fun first."

The woman sat down on the edge of the couch and fiddled up a glass sphere that was placed on the table in front of her. She waved a few times around the sphere with her white and bony hands, and a puff of green smoke suddenly rose from the glass ball, and images appeared in the smoke, like a spherical television set.

In the picture is a man with curly hair, black glasses on the bridge of his nose, wearing a shirt, and a harmless appearance.

This is Bruce Banner, an expert in many fields, a scientific genius, but he has a bad habit of turning into a big green guy when he gets angry.

"Let's go find this little cutie and have fun, okay?"

The woman was talking to herself, but no one answered, but she laughed very happily, like wind chimes in the breeze.