An abandoned French manor.
Amid a burst of energy, Miles landed on both feet, dust drifting lightly upward.
He raised his head, his gaze locking onto the figure in the shadows ahead.
A dark green cloak, cold steel armor, and an unmistakable metal mask.
Looking at the man before him, Miles asked solemnly, "You need my help?"
"Doctor Doom," Victor von Doom.
Across the entire Marvel Universe, he was one of the most influential—and dangerous—figures.
Almost by his own efforts alone, he had elevated a mortal body into the realm of gods. He was one of the few beings who had mastered both cutting-edge technology and supreme magic, pushing both to their peaks.
For someone standing at the top of the world to actively seek his help, the matter involved could not possibly be simple.
Cassandra had even brought someone like him here?
"Yes."
Facing Miles's question, Doctor Doom nodded. His voice came through the metal mask with a distinctive magnetism.
He seemed completely unconcerned by Miles's vigilance, as though he were merely stating an established fact.
"Doom knows what you wish to ask. You are correct. Like you, I came from the Void Dimension. I am discarded 'waste' pruned by the Time Variance Authority."
As he spoke, his tone paused, growing heavier.
"As for the 'help' Doom spoke of..."
"Doom needs your help... to save my homeland."
"Your homeland?" Miles's heart stirred. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "You mean the universe you originally came from?"
"Yes." Doctor Doom nodded, then abruptly changed the subject. "Do you know of the Planet Eater?"
"Galactus?"
Miles froze, his expression instantly turning incomparably serious.
"You mean the Planet Eater, one of the five cosmic gods?"
The Planet Eater was one of the cosmic gods of the Marvel Universe, the embodiment of