This is the story of a gypsy boy born in Latvia.

Many people believe that babies are not born with memory until several years after they are born. But for Victor von Dum, this statement clearly does not apply. Doom clearly remembered everything he had been doing since his birth, and every detail was as clear as a knife in his mind.

Even Doom's biological father never believed his son's words, but Doom's memories did begin in his mother's womb. He still hadn't figured out why, but he could only attribute it to his mother's contact with the demon. Perhaps it was because the mother who gave birth to him was a powerful gypsy witch, and her contact with the demon affected her fetus, activating Doom's sanity prematurely.

It was probably from that time that the boy's fate was destined to be extraordinary.

Over the next twenty years, Doom experienced enough to be compiled, a thick biography of twists and turns and episodes that seemed to exist only enough to dwarf any great man. In his own words, life always tried to make him surrender as best it could, but it never succeeded. Victor von Dum can always get up and move on, even in the face of the demon himself.

Doom's life can be roughly divided into these stages. First was before his mother's death, when he was a child in the truest sense of the word, and then he became the leader of his own tribe, leading his people in a counterattack against the oppressive barons with weapons and equipment he invented. Then there is the fact that he and his father are being pursued by soldiers, and his father freezes to death in the snowy mountains to save him, which takes away Doom's father and almost freezes most of his remaining humanity. Soon after that, he was recruited to the United States, followed by entering college, meeting Michael, facing demons, and joining Heavenly Sword...... Until now.

And after all this, his life seems to have returned to square one, to the place where he started. It's like a fairy tale—the expelled child returns years later to bring a new future to this barren and chaotic land.

"This is your plan" Michael and Doom stood side by side on a hillside, overlooking the town as night faded, "use the power of a warlord against the Baron's regime"

"My attack is much more than just a weapon." Doom replied, "Even in a place as backward as Latvia, news always spreads quickly. The Baron will know about the arrival of his most dangerous enemy, and more importantly the whole nation. ”

He reached out from under his cloak and pointed to the towering castle in the distance by the moonlight. The ancient castle stands like a sleeping giant in the woods, and the moonlight splashes on its deep, dark masonry façade.

"It's the Baron's castle, and it's clear from here." "With the impulse thruster, I can easily fly from this place directly to the castle, and it is so easy to take the king's life, and no soldier can stop me." But if it's just that, there's no point. Before I officially take this country, I want the title of 'Doctor Doom' to be firmly imprinted in the hearts of everyone in the country. Not only the king, but also the warlords and the remnants of the old aristocracy of Latvia, I want them to fear the name of Dr. Doom and willingly submit to my feet. As for the common people and farmers, they will see Doctor Doom as a savior, a hero, the long-awaited savior of the land. ”

Michael gave him a nonchalant look and did not comment directly on his plan.

"If you're going to build fame by doing it all the time, it's going to take a long time." He said, "But you've already figured out the shortcut, right, if it weren't for that, you wouldn't be so anxious for me to witness with you." ”

Doom turned his head to look at him.

"You are the only person I admire and the only one who ...... Someone who understands me. Yes, I already have a plan. But for that I need something I've given up for a long time......"

Victor von Dum paused, and a rare flash of strange light flashed in his eyes.

“...... My family. ”

It had been more than ten years since Doom left Latavinia, and naturally he hadn't seen his own people for more than a decade. And after all these years, the living conditions of that little gypsy tribe have not changed in the slightest. If there is one thing that has changed, it is that the Baron has more power and resources than ever before after he ascended the throne, and the living space of these poor people has been compressed even more.

It is not difficult to find them, as the gypsies are always on the move with the seasons. When Doom found his clan, they were being chased by another group of Baron's soldiers. Riding horses and carrying modern rifles, the soldiers laughed and rode after the fleeing gypsies, as if they were hunting a herd of inferior animals as an after-dinner pastime.

Nothing really has changed, it's just the same as the old days.

Until Doom, dressed in full armor and cloaked, descended from the sky and stopped the baron's army from his fleeing people.

"What people!" A soldier asked in a loud voice.

"Whatever, it's over if you kill him!"

This statement was clearly agreed. People fired at the same time, bullets ricocheting off the silver-white armor, reflecting the shell into the orange-yellow color of gunfire. Mars splashed in all directions like raindrops.

All the people who fled in panic involuntarily stopped, looking back in surprise at the ironclad man who had suddenly broken in.

Dom's back erupted with fire, and his body rushed into the enemy line like an arrow off the string. His palms flashed with light, and the beams of pulsing light pierced and severed the soldiers' bodies like flying blades. The bullets of the guns could not hurt him a single bit, and in less than ten seconds, the pursuing soldiers were killed and wounded, and only the last man was still able to move.

That's because Doom deliberately kept his hand. He withdrew his palm, looked indifferently at the last soldier who was half stupid with fright, and said, "Destruction will not kill you, but you need to spread a message." Tell everyone you see that destruction has befallen the land. I have come here for the sole purpose of staining the hills red with the blood of tyrants. Go, and tell the king that his days are over. ”

Then the soldier woke up in fright, and as if he had been pardoned, he turned around and fled.

The frightened gypsy slowly approached, staring blankly and fearfully at the mighty ironclad man.

"All right, my fellow citizens." Doom looked at them and said, "Destruction assures you that the day of your liberation has come. ”