Maybe we should rewind the clock to eight days ago. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On that night, Doctor Doom had already found the connection node between the space where the real gem was located and the earth through the observation data of the Fantastic Four and the supercomputer, but Jane Foster, who opened the plot, took the lead and grabbed the Infinity Stone.

Naturally, none of the robots sent by Doctor Doom could complete the mission, so Doctor Doom had to go into battle himself, and then lost his enchanted armor, lost the fingers of his right hand, and was stuck in a kidney by a dart during the battle with Dave.

This can be said to be very miserable!

When he crawled through the portal and collapsed on the floor of the base, the blood that flowed almost stained the brown wooden floor, his tense and stubborn spirit in the battle was exhausted by excessive exertion, but he could not relax, if he passed out now, he would have died of blood loss without treatment.

Struggling and crawling, Dr. Doom was chilled, but his head was as hot as a boiling boiler, he was weaker than ever, but also stronger than ever.

Can't die......

Can't die!

I can't die, I can't die here, like a lost dog!

I have to live, I have to live, and the situation will never be worse than before, when I can endure humiliation and struggle to survive like a cockroach in this cruel world!

Now, I can too!

He finally moved, approaching the shelves where the magic items were kept, trembling as he propped his heavy body with his left hand, and stretched his other hand upwards like a fish thirsty for water, and waved his bleeding right hand, finally snapping a glass bottle of blue liquid.

The heavy bottle slammed into Dr. Doom's back, smashing him to his stomach like a ragtag puppet without a skeleton. The bottle rolled to the foot of the table in the distance, a little further away from him, and it didn't feel any pain, but Doctor Doom really felt the proximity of death.

He struggled to squirm again, and finally touched the outer wall of the bottle with his left hand, and at this time he didn't realize whether he had actually touched it, but subconsciously began to chant the incantation.

“afa-mula-kua-li……”

Before the spell could be finished, a new ordeal struck again, and the scar on Dr. Doom's face hurt again after losing the spell protection on his armor.

The marks left by the demon Mephisto began to lead the demonic power to erode the soul of the Doctor of Destruction.

"Hahaha, look at your embarrassed look, Doom, you've been so failed and stupid." Mephisto's mockery was as cold as a knife, tearing at Dr. Doom's heart.

"Oh, don't die, you have to live, Victor." Memories of the past come to an illusion, and Doctor Doom seems to return to his father's cold embrace once again.

"Spare him, beg you, Lords of Hell, spare my child!" He heard his mother's cries and pleadings, and ran in a panic.

"Who allowed you to come, snatch my prey!" Mephisto's voice exploded like thunder, and his eyes were terrifying.

……

"Ahhhh Ahh!!!hhhhh In the midst of this chaotic and horrific hallucination, Dr. Doom was tormented physically and mentally, and he felt severe pain once again after he had lost his sense of pain.

He screamed in pain, but the hoarse throat and severe pain made him breathless than paper, not even as loud as the mosquitoes flapping their wings.

But the twisted and struggling body and face made everyone who saw it feel fear and pain.

The erosion of demonic power interrupted Dr. Doom's incantation, and wounded his spirit again, but he is worthy of being a villain who can compete with the Joker for popularity, and his will and determination are far from human!

“afa-mula-kua-liasoya-tuami。” While enduring the attack on his spirit by Mephisto's demonic power, he insisted on chanting the spell and channeling the mana, and in the next moment, the glass bottle shattered, and the liquid inside sublimated in an instant, transforming into a light blue halo, covering his whole body with the traction of the magic power.

The bleeding finally stopped, and all his wounds were healing automatically and quickly under the influence of magic.

In less than half a minute, except for his pale and dizzy face due to excessive blood loss, there was no more pain inside or outside Doctor Doom's body, but at this time, his spirit could no longer support it, he closed his eyes weakly, and passed out completely.

He entered the dream, into the world of demons.

He didn't sleep long, and in less than three hours, he woke up panting and agony.

It was as if he had gone back more than ten years, before he had gone to Tibet in search of mystical powers, and he had endured the oppression and fear of demonic scars every day and night.

Mephisto eroded his will, played with his heart, tormented him with those painful memories, tried to make him fearful, but it didn't work!

Doctor Doom's will was hardened by fear, and although his body was weak, his spirit surpassed all the limits of the past.

He had lost the protection of his armor, and was as fragile as a leaf in the wind, but the scars, the fingers of his right hand, made him so sure that he would take those great powers, and then make Mephisto bow down and free his mother's soul.

The desire has become so urgent, and the determination has become so hot!

Doctor Doom was no longer satisfied with his previous plan, it was too slow, too slow, and he couldn't wait that long!

So, he's going to take a risk!

Holding on to the slippery, blood-soaked, pungent smell of the ground, Dr. Doom stood up in embarrassment, took a shower, and changed into a clean robe, lest his image be weakened in the rest of the negotiations.

He put on the green robe, and once again walked to the study in high spirits, and took out a small box that had been sealed by the devil. He opened the box, and inside it was a knife.

He took the knife out and injected magic into it.

The knife floated up and flew into the air not far from him.

A moment later, in front of him, a phantus of light and shadow emerged, and the man grasped the hilt of the knife as if he were real.

He was dressed in a gorgeous robe, his hair neatly combed, and a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Oh, my friend, you don't look good, what about your armor?"

"It's none of your business, Loki!"

"Ha, you're quite angry. So, what do you want me to do? ”

"I promise your deal, but I have one condition."