7: Dr. Doom

"Such decadence, I am such a degenerate!."

In a presidential suite of a hotel in Las Vegas, Andrew stood on the balcony, looking down at the dazzling nightlife below with a sorrowful expression.

He had clearly planned to go to New York for serious business three days ago, but ended up playing day after day.

It wasn't entirely his fault. Surrounded by beautiful women with sexy bodies and a group of people going to great lengths to please him, after being lonely for a year, it was hard not to succumb to temptation.

Why were there so many women around him? Of course, because he was... wealthy! Winning every gamble made it difficult not to be rich.

He had won so much that the casino owners even wrote him checks, begging him not to come back. Naturally, some tried to use force, and there were even attempts to rob Andrew—his human name on Earth if you remember.

All those people mysteriously disappeared—both their bodies and souls were taken into the Hell of Rebirth, working tirelessly to modernize it, without pay and around the clock.

"I still have important business to attend to. Right now, I'm a target for everyone. Without strength, I will eventually be devoured by those demon lords."

Andrew gazed towards New York, muttering to himself, "Doctor Doom and Tony Stark, we will meet soon."

...

The Doom Group was a well-known emerging technology company in Manhattan in recent years. Its chairman, Victor Von Doom, was a super genius in both technology and business. In just a few years, he had developed Doom Group into a publicly traded company and even had a small space station in orbit.

However, Doctor Doom was not happy. He had come to America to start a company not to make money but to use high technology to resurrect his mother.

Doctor Doom's mother, Cynthia, was a gypsy witch. She made a deal with Mephisto to protect her country, but instead of saving it, her soul ended up in Mephisto's hands.

"Have I chosen the wrong path? Should I have studied magic?"

Doctor Doom, with his cold demeanor, sat in his office with a furrowed brow. With current technology, there was no way to break into Hell to save Cynthia.

At that moment, a voice suddenly spoke up, "With your talent, learning magic would be incredibly promising."

"Who?"

Startled, Doctor Doom looked up sharply and saw an enigmatic Eastern man in a trench coat sitting opposite him.

Andrew smiled and said, "Don't be nervous. Although I'm a Lord of Hell, I don't eat people. Even if I did, I wouldn't eat them raw; I'd add plenty of chili."

"A Lord of Hell.. a Demon lord? Your words have successfully made me even more nervous."

But Doctor Doom was not an ordinary person. He took a deep breath and asked, "What business does a demon lord have in coming to my office?"

Andrew looked at Doctor Doom with approval and said, "I'm here to make a deal with you."

"I don't make deals with demons."

Doctor Doom replied coldly, "People who make deals with demons never have a good end, like my mother."

"Tsk Tsk~ It's hard to do business with such a bad reputation," Andrew sighed. He opened his right hand, revealing the sleeping soul of a witch in his palm. "Are you really not going to make the deal?"

"Cynthia!?"

Doctor Doom's expression changed dramatically. He stood up abruptly and asked, "Are you Mephisto?"

"No, I took this from Mephisto," Andrew replied. "It's up to you whether you want to make this deal or not."

Doctor Doom's breathing became rapid. He stared at his mother's soul and asked in a deep voice, "What do you want?"

Andrew said, "In the future, you will help me with three tasks. Don't worry, what I ask of you won't harm you or your mother. Oh, and the Doom Corporation, throw that in as a bonus."

"Help you with three tasks?"

Doctor Doom was a bit surprised.

As for the Doom Corporation, he didn't care much. With his intelligence, making money was easy. In fact, Andrew didn't care much about it either, which is why he called it a bonus.

The real focus of the deal was the three tasks.

Doctor Doom's potential was limitless, and his future achievements might even surpass those of Doctor Strange.

Doctor Doom didn't hesitate for long. He nodded and said, "Alright, I agree to your terms. As long as you're not deceiving me, I will help you with three tasks in the future."

"We beings from hell trust contracts more. If you break the contract, your soul will belong to me."

Andrew snapped his fingers, and a contract appeared in front of Doctor Doom. Doctor Doom scrutinized the contract thoroughly before pressing his handprint on it.

The contract officially took effect. Andrew brought Cynthia's soul in front of Doctor Doom and said, "She has my magic. For one year, she can exist in the world as a soul. After that year, you'll have to handle it yourself. Also, your blood can awaken her, as long as you are her biological son."

"That's none of your concern."

Doctor Doom snorted. He now believed Andrew wasn't Mephisto. If he were Mephisto, he certainly wouldn't have given Cynthia any magic.

Andrew stood up and said, "I only want your shares. You can keep everything else."

Doctor Doom reminded him, "I don't own many shares. Besides, Doom Corporation is a publicly traded company, so the process is rather complicated. We need to notify the major board members, report to the Securities and Exchange Commission, and so on. It will take some time to complete."

"My lawyer will contact you."

Andrew nodded and disappeared from Doctor Doom's presence—off to continue enjoying himself in Las Vegas, where a costume party was waiting for him.

"These days, even devils use lawyers."

Doctor Doom shook his head and eagerly dripped blood to awaken his mother.

That afternoon, Doctor Doom's girlfriend, the future Invisible Woman (one of the Fantastic Four), Susan Storm, looked at Doctor Doom in shock and asked, "You gave away your company shares? And you're planning to return to Eastern Europe?"

"Yes, I can't explain everything, but Susan, come back with me. I'll make you my queen."

Doctor Doom nodded. After talking with Cynthia, he decided to abandon everything and return to Latveria to study magic. Only this way could he hope to fully resurrect his mother or reincarnate her as a human.

"I don't want to leave New York, Victor. Are you being controlled by someone? Why are you having such crazy thoughts?"

Susan refused.

Doctor Doom tried to persuade her several times but failed. Ultimately, they parted ways unhappily.

Ten days later, Doctor Doom completed all the necessary procedures and hurriedly returned to his homeland with his mother's soul.

Thus began the story of God Emperor Doom.

Andrew's investment in him would yield a thousandfold return in the future.

Putting aside Doctor Doom, that morning, Susan walked into the chairman's office and asked the tall figure standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, "Mr. Evans, you wanted to see me?"

Although Andrew had the transfer of Doom's shares, the procedures were not fully completed, and the board meeting had not yet been held. Therefore, Susan addressed him as Mr. Evans—technically speaking, Andrew was not yet the boss of Doom Corporation.

Andrew turned around, looked at Susan, and a flash of appreciation crossed his eyes. She truly lived up to her reputation as a blonde sweetheart. He got straight to the point and said, "Miss Storm, I'm planning to promote you to vice president of the group. Be prepared."

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