Franklin Richards

Latveria

Throne Room

Beneath the cold dome of the great hall, Doctor Doom sat upon his throne, his hands resting on the armrests.

His mask remained as cold as ever. Through its eyeholes, he stared fixedly at the ring-shaped machine placed in the center of the hall.

That was right—it was an interdimensional transport device.

The machine slowly rotated, azure energy flowing through its circular frame. From time to time, fine arcs of electricity burst forth, illuminating the entire hall.

"At last..."

His voice was low and slightly hoarse, carrying a metallic echo.

"This is the key to the Multiverse."

His thoughts drifted back to yesterday.

He had infiltrated the Baxter Building alone, the headquarters of the Fantastic Four.

Those self-proclaimed genius heroes had not even had time to react before he broke through all their defenses and took the machine.

"Richards."

He softly spoke Mr. Fantastic's name, his tone carrying a hint of mockery.

"You always underestimate me."

Even more ironic was that he had not only taken the machine, but also taken Franklin Richards while he was at it.

The Omega-level Mutant child who possessed the ability to rewrite reality.

He knew that everything he desired was within reach!

"Where is the child now?"

He slightly turned his head and asked the robot guard in the shadows.

"In the side hall, Master," the mechanical guard replied respectfully.

"He is enjoying ice cream and cake."

The corner of Doctor Doom's mouth rose almost imperceptibly.

"Good."

He had no intention of hurting Franklin.

On the contrary, he needed the child's abilities.

If his plan was to succeed, Franklin's power would be the key.

"They must be looking for me."

Those heroes must have been in complete chaos by now.

But it did not matter. They could not stop him.

"Very