Doctor Doom

"Degenerate, utterly degenerate."

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

He had clearly planned to go to New York to handle serious business three days ago, yet he had spent one day playing after another.

It was not entirely his fault. Beautiful women surrounded him, and a crowd of people tried every possible way to please him. He had also been lonely for a year, so it was truly difficult not to degenerate.

What, why were beautiful women flocking around him? Of course, it was because he... had money. There was no helping it—he won every bet he made, so it was hard not to become rich.

Because he had won too much, some casino owners had even written him checks and begged him not to return. Of course, some had tried to use force, and a few had even attempted to rob Andrew.

All of those people mysteriously vanished—bodies and souls alike were taken into Rebirth Hell, where they worked hard for its modernization. Uh, without pay, twenty-four hours a day.

"I still need to handle serious business. I'm a target for everyone now. Without strength, those Demon Kings will swallow me sooner or later."

Andrew gazed toward New York in the distance and muttered, "Doctor Doom, and Tony Stark, we'll meet very soon."

Doom Group was a rising technology conglomerate that had become quite famous in Manhattan over the past few 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 listed company and had even established a small Space Station in space.

The problem was that Doctor Doom was not happy. He had come to America to start a company not to make money, but to use advanced technology to resurrect his mother.

Doctor Doom's mother, Cynthia, was a Gypsy Enchantress. To protect her country, she had made a deal with Mephisto. In the end, not only had she failed to save her country, but her soul had fallen into Mephisto's hands.

"Could it be that I chose the wrong path? Should I study magic instead?"

The cold-faced Doctor Doom sat in his office with his brows tightly furrowed. With current technology, it was simply impossible to break through Hell and save Cynthia.

Just then, a voice suddenly rang out. "With your talent, your prospects in magic are limitless."

"Who?"

Doctor Doom was startled. He abruptly looked up and saw a mysterious Eastern man in a trench coat sitting across from him.

Andrew smiled. "Don't be nervous. Though I'm a Demon King, I don't eat people. Even if I did, I wouldn't eat them raw. I'd add plenty of chili peppers."

"A Demon King? You've successfully made me even more nervous."

Doctor Doom was no ordinary man. He took a deep breath and asked, "May I ask what business this Demon King has in descending upon my office?"

Andrew gave Doctor Doom an approving look and said, "I'm here to make a deal with you."

"I do not make deals with devils."

Doctor Doom said coldly, "Those who make deals with devils never meet a good end. My mother is one example."

"My reputation is rotten. Business is hard to do."

Andrew sighed and opened his right hand. The soul of an Enchantress slept in his palm. "Still not interested?"

"Cynthia!"

Doctor Doom's expression changed. He shot to his feet and asked, "Are you Mephisto?"

"No. I snatched her from Mephisto."

Andrew said, "Whether you make this deal is up to you."

Doctor Doom's breathing quickened. Staring at his mother's soul, he asked in a deep voice, "What do you want?"

Andrew said, "Help me with three things in the future. Don't worry, what I ask you to do will not harm you or your mother. Oh, and give Doom Group to me as an extra."

"Help you with three things?"

Doctor Doom was somewhat surprised. As for Doom Group, he did not care much about it. With his intelligence, making money would be easy. In Fact, Andrew did not care much about it either, which was why he called it an extra.

The focus of this deal was the three things. Doctor Doom possessed boundless potential, and his future achievements might not even be inferior to Doctor Strange's.

Doctor Doom did not hesitate for long before nodding. "Fine, I agree to your terms. So long as you are not plotting against me, I will certainly help you with three things in the future."

"We denizens of Hell place greater faith in contracts. If you violate the contract, your soul will belong to me."

Andrew snapped his fingers, and a contract appeared before Doctor Doom. Doctor Doom examined every detail of its contents before finally pressing down his fingerprint.

The contract officially took effect. Andrew sent Cynthia's soul before Doctor Doom and said, "She has my magic power within her. For one year, she can remain in the world as a soul. As for after that year, you can deal with it yourself. Also, your blood can awaken her, provided you are truly her biological son."

"That is none of your concern."

Doctor Doom snorted. He now believed Andrew was not Mephisto. If he had been Mephisto, he certainly would not have given Cynthia magic power.

Andrew stood and said, "I only want the shares currently in your possession. Keep everything else for yourself."

Doctor Doom reminded him, "I do not own many shares. Also, Doom Group is a listed company, so the procedures are rather complicated. The major directors must be notified, the Securities Commission must be informed, and so on. It will take some time to complete."

"My Lawyer will contact you."

Andrew nodded and vanished from before Doctor Doom—returning to Las Vegas to continue having fun. A costume ball was waiting for him there.

"These days, even devils use lawyers."

Doctor Doom shook his head and impatiently used his blood to awaken his mother.

That afternoon, Doctor Doom's girlfriend, Susan Storm—the future Invisible Woman and one of the Fantastic Four—stared at him in shock and asked, "You gave your company shares away? And you're going back to Eastern Europe?"

"Yes. I cannot say too much about the details. Susan, come back with me. I'll make you Queen."

Doctor Doom nodded. He had spoken with Cynthia and decided to abandon everything and return to Latveria to study magic. Only then could he allow his mother to truly be resurrected or reincarnated as a human.

"I don't want to leave New York. Victor, have you been controlled by someone? Why would you have such a crazy idea?"

Susan refused. Doctor Doom tried to persuade her several times, but could not change her mind. In the end, the two parted on bad terms. More than ten days later, after Doctor Doom completed all the procedures, he hurried back to his homeland with his mother's soul.

The story of Doctor Doom the Divine Lord officially set sail. Andrew's investment would yield returns hundreds and thousands of times greater in the future.

Leaving Doom aside for the moment, one morning, Susan entered the chairman's office and asked the tall figure standing before the floor-to-ceiling window, "Mr. Wang, you wanted to see me?"

Although Andrew had Doom's share transfer agreement In Hand, the procedures had not yet been fully completed, and the board had not convened. Therefore, Susan addressed him as Mr. Wang—strictly speaking, Andrew was not yet the Boss of Doom Group.

Andrew turned and glanced at Susan, appreciation flashing through his eyes. She truly deserved her reputation as the famous Blonde Sweetheart. He went straight to the point. "Miss Stone, I intend to promote you to vice president of the group. Be prepared."