Doom

Ancient One lightly tapped his forehead, and an incredibly dense dark power surged from his body, causing the two demon gods' lips to twitch.

How much did that bastard steal?

Suddenly, the sky over Death Valley turned dark, and a gigantic head appeared in the sky above.

Dormammu is different from most demons. Mephisto and other Hell Lord are second-generation demons, Set and Chthon are ancient gods. They all possess their own physical forms.

Dormammu is the only one made of energy, which makes his appearances always a grand spectacle.

"Ancient One! Where did you hide that person?"

"Who?"

"That mortal who possessed the Book of the Vishanti."

"Ridiculous! If you want the Book of the Vishanti, go ask Vishanti for it!"

Dormammu's spirits deflated upon hearing this.

Then he saw Chthon standing aside watching the show, and his bright, sparkling eyes lit up again.

If we don't have the White Magic Book, the Darkhold will do, especially since Chthon isn't on his territory right now, so it's not certain who will win or lose.

"Chthon, hand over the Darkhold!"

Chthon:???

"Dormammu, you're asking for death."

"Hmph, you think you can kill me?"

"I think it's possible." Without saying a word, Chthon expanded his divine body, instantly transforming into a hundred-meter giant, and charged towards Dormammu's massive face.

Seeing this, Set chimed in, "Ancient One, how about the three of us team up and take down Dormammu? Then we can split the dark energy equally."

To be honest, the Ancient One was tempted for a moment, but then she thought about her upcoming retirement and how such a large territory in the Dark Dimension would definitely fall into the hands of other demons.

The long-standing balance will be broken then. Although it's said that 'after retirement, one doesn't care about the raging flood,' one can't go too far.

"Alright, let's kill Dormammu first."

Upon hearing this, Set was overjoyed and immediately rushed forward with his older brother.

Dormammu secretly rolled his eyes, scoffing at the two. "Old Gods, my foot! They're just two idiots."

Sure enough, as a giant red bolt of lightning approached, Set was still thinking of helping to control Dormammu, but unexpectedly, the Ancient One's attack completely engulfed the three of them!

"Fuck, Ancient One, what happened to the alliance?"

"Hahaha, you believe me when I say that, you idiot."

"He's right, you two are idiots. Ancient One, how about we form an alliance? I don't want their dimensions, I just want the Darkhold." Dormammu laughed.

"You're an idiot too."

Dormammu, shut up...

Hong Kong Sanctum

Lin Xu led the old man back to the main hall.

Tell me, what happened to you?

Thump~

Faced with Lin Xu's questioning, the old man knelt on the ground once again.

"Stand up and speak. What's your name? Where are you from? Tell me, little by little."

"Thank you, my lord... My name is... oh? What was my name again?"

Lin Xu rubbed his temples, thinking, "Hey, another Charles? A magician with dementia, I've really seen it all before."

"Fine, let's just get straight to the point."

"I am coming from..."

Although the old man suffered from dementia, he still remembered some things.

He originally lived at the foot of Mount Everest, with servants to look after him. In his memory, the servants aged very quickly; every time he woke up, they looked as if they had aged more than ten years.

And so, after countless servants came and went, one day a young king approached him.

I hope to learn magic from him.

His memory code was instantly activated: learning magic is great! His duty is to guide talented people in learning magic.

However, upon closer examination, it was discovered that while the young man did possess exceptional magical talent, he was not suited for White Magic.

So he refused the young man.

The young man flew into a rage, beat him, killed all his servants, and threw him out of the cave.

Without servants and suffering from dementia, he began a life of wandering, which continues to this day.

Lin listened with great interest, while Hamir fell into deep thought.

"Responsible for guiding talented people onto the path of magic"—that sounds so familiar, so he asked, "Old man, did you often teach magic before?"

The old man rubbed his forehead. "I'm getting old, I can't remember some things clearly. I only know that a long time ago, every ten times I slept, I would go out to hold some kind of grand assembly, I think it was to elect some kind of Sorcerer Supreme ~"

"An aged Genghis?" (An original character from the 1965 film * Strange Tales *, the Sorcerer Supreme's guide, whose brain was damaged by prolonged exposure to magic. He has absolutely no relation to Genghis Khan; it's likely Marvel trying to capitalize on his popularity.)

"Ah, I think that's my name."

Lin Xu rubbed his ears. "Wait a minute, what did you say his name was, Genghis? Genghis Khan?"

Hamir pulled Lin Xu aside and whispered, "Kamar-Taj does indeed have records of such a person who, at the dawn of human civilization, signed a pact with the Vishanti to help find the successor of White Magic."

"But he has never appeared since the Ancient One took office. We all thought he was dead. We never expected that he would still be alive now."

Lin Xu understood. Most of the Sorcerer Supreme in the past would die of old age, but this old geezer, Ancient One, was different; she had no shame...

Then, Lin Xu walked up to Genghis and asked, "Do you remember the name of the young man who hit you?"

"It seems his surname is Feng, and his name is Feng Doom."

"... Victor von Doom?"

"Ah, yes, yes!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Xu jolted awake and immediately stood up.

Take out your phone. "F.R.I.D.A.Y., F.R.I.D.A.Y.."

I'm here~

"Search for Victor Doom, keyword: King."

"Found it for you, Latveria, which declared its demise 16 years ago..."

"Wait a minute, I clearly remember Latovia being here."

"Mr. Lin, these are two countries. Latovia is located in northern Eastern Europe, near Russia, while Latveria is located in southern Eastern Europe, near Turkey."

"Alright, search for his mother!"

"Cynthia von Doom, born in Latveria Gypsy tribe, died in 1995..."

Lin Xu put away his phone and paced back and forth in the lobby.

Doctor Doom's mother had her soul stolen by Mephisto, which is why he desperately wants to become stronger and reclaim his mother's soul from Mephisto.

In his mind, Doctor Doom wasn't actually that strong, whether in the comics or in Fantastic Four; at least the sense of oppression wasn't as direct as that of Dark Strange.

But he had seen the trailer for Avengers 5, where Thor, at his peak, effortlessly caught a blow, seemingly surpassing his comic book fighting prowess.

What if this is the version?

It's always better to nip a danger in the bud...

"Master Hamir."

"Venerable Lin Xu, please speak."

"Take good care of him. I'll go find an old acquaintance and negotiate some terms."

Who is it?

Mephisto...