Marvel's Journey Begins with Psychosis

Chapter 173 It’s really you

The sky was overcast and the rain was heavy. A man stood in front of a thick black wooden door in the cold rain, grabbing his collar with his hands, but he could not stop the rain from flowing down his neck and into his clothes.

The wet cotton vest felt soft and cold against his body, making him feel breathless and extremely uncomfortable.

However, he still chose to stand in the rain instead of pushing open the wooden door.

After an unknown amount of time, the man's expression became calm. He was completely soaked by the rain, and his whole person showed an attitude of not caring about anything.

At this time, on the street in the distance, a man wearing a high-collar windbreaker and brown boots walked slowly against the wall.

Listening to the sound of his soaked boots squeaking in the rain as he walked in the rain, the man in front of the door felt a toothache, which was even more uncomfortable than being soaked in water.

"Dead man, you're late."

The man in front of the door frowned and said.

"Am I late? It seems not. You came too early."

The man called the dead man finally walked out of the rain and raised his head. Under his hat, there was only a face of nothingness.

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, you and I are both late."

The man standing behind the door seemed to be waiting for others to join him. Then he turned around and opened the door.

After the wooden door is opened, there is a stone passage directly inside. It looks very ancient, like a place used by smugglers to store large amounts of red wine during Prohibition.

The lights next to the passage automatically turned on, and the two of them walked down the passage in silence.

……

A half-new, half-old, slightly dull hall that had obviously been renovated and expanded and completely sunk underground.

The gorgeous long table is placed in the atrium, and the copper-clad animal-shaped horn guards shine with a dull luster, which is dazzling. The white tablecloth, the silver tableware, the bright red wine, and the vague aroma all revealed a certain... untimely style.

After all, this is a cellar-like place.

And those sitting on both sides of the long table were not unknown people.

However, no one showed any dissatisfaction.

Even if everyone is waiting, even if everyone doesn't like this atmosphere, this occasion, or even if they don't like someone around them at all... they are not dissatisfied.

All this is because there is a person at the head of the long table, with two axes supporting the table, his forehead resting lightly on his thumbs, and his face completely hidden in the shadow of the hood and under the silver mask.

Doctor Doom.

They only knew him by his first name.

To be precise, they were forced to know the name.

"Sorry! We're late."

"You're the only one who's late."

"Shut up! Dead man!"

After waiting for an unknown length of time, two men walked out from one of the seven entrances to each direction in this hall, making the sound of water as they walked.

The one in the lead had a flattering face, but the one following could not even see his face clearly.

They sat on either side of the long table at the end of the table and fell silent.

until……

"You have nothing to explain?"

From the head of the long table came the lazy voice of Doctor Doom.

Although it seemed to be just an ordinary question, the rainwater that had just been wiped off someone's face flowed down his hair again.

Damn, maybe I should really make up my mind and run away with that Tombstone guy!
However, after thinking about it for a moment, he couldn't help but feel afraid of such a terrifying and crazy idea.

escape?

I’m afraid I’ll just die faster!

That's Doctor Doom! !
Although it looks ordinary sitting there, wearing a green hood, everyone sitting here should know very well what kind of powerful monster it is.

Although the people present were not all familiar with each other, they were still people who hung out in the city at night. Even if they had never met each other, they had all heard each other's names.

Although these people, including himself, cannot be said to be top-level strong men, they are not weaklings who will be defeated by any superhero.

Otherwise, how could they sit here and drink red wine? They would have gone to prison to rehearse musicals and regret their life behind bars.

Some of these criminals are black magicians who are good at cursing and enslaving the undead. Some people are mutants with unparalleled power. Someone uses technology to create something, and the attack is a saturation strike. There are also people who have strange props, and some who can use strange powers...

Taken individually, these people are terrifying enough.

However, every one of them, every one of them, was defeated at the hands of Doctor Doom. Each one of them was defeated in the field they were best at. Each one of them was captured and released alive, released and captured alive, and finally he was caught here. Come.

All because of the absolute power of Doctor Doom.

He is really too strong.

The one who cast spells was turned into a frog by magic, the one who manipulated ice and snow was frozen into popsicles by him, the one who used energy to release was drained dry, and the one who summoned the undead was beaten half to death by his own undead.

The extremely powerful fighter had his arms broken with his bare hands in the ring, and the one wearing the armor was directly programmed by him to fly over and let him fight.

To poison him, he tasted it on the spot, told him the formula in one second, and prepared the antidote on the spot in three seconds. Cast an illusion on him, he would quietly enjoy the drama in his mind, and then counterattack and deprive the other party of the ability to cast spells.

Almighty! And invincibly powerful!
Whether it is magic, technology, spiritual will, mysticism, fighting skills...

This guy is invincibly powerful!

Even the dead man who came just now didn't even have a body. He was somewhere between reality and reality. He was a nearly invincible existence. Wasn't he also captured by Doctor Doom?

I heard that Dr. Doom saw the reality of his abilities on the spot and built a machine that could restrain the dead in two days...

How can such a guy not be scary!

Fear is a completely normal reaction.

Those who are not afraid are dead.

Otherwise, this table should have been twice as long...

"cough."

Perhaps he had been silent for too long, and while he was lost in his own thoughts, he heard a light cough.

Suddenly coming back to his senses, he raised his head and saw Doctor Doom at the head of the long table. He also raised his head and looked into his eyes.

It was a lifeless look, looking at living people as if they were dead things.

He shuddered and stood up. He stammered: "I do have an explanation. I, I didn't mean to be late. I came late because, because..."

Gritting his teeth, he decided to tell the truth.

"Because the strongholds controlled by my subordinates have been taken out, and there are more than one. The other party has purposefully taken out my strongholds.

I think...maybe, someone discovered us. "

"who."

"I-I don't know, it might be... the Fantastic Four... or it might not be!

The tip I received was about a man in a trench coat and a guy using fire..."

The man spoke softer and quieter until it was almost inaudible. He did not choose to sit down after speaking, and after him, there was no other sound.

The whole hall was silent.

Hey~
The sound of thumb flicking the wine glass was made by Doctor Doom who was sitting at the head.

"Everyone, enjoy your dinner."

It seemed that he had put down his blame for someone being late. Doctor Doom did not show any emotion at all, whether he was angry or happy, thoughtful or anxious...

Nothing at all.

It's like the previous conversation never happened.

Only the two people sitting on both sides of the seat could use the corner of their eyes to see the trembling eyes under Doctor Doom's mask and his fingers that kept tapping on the table.

At this time, they wish they didn't have those eyes.

……

Such a large group of criminals definitely did not gather here for class reunions and year-end dinners.

They do have a mission and a goal, but they really don't know what it is.

Only Doctor Doom knows. Others only know their part.

Therefore, when one document after another was reported to Doctor Doom individually, this unintentional dinner party was completely over.

Everyone held their breath and walked steadily and eagerly through each passage. Doctor Doom himself was the only one left in the entire hall.

Alone, he quietly picked up the wine glass and drank the wine in his glass.

The bitter and sweet taste filled his mouth, and Doctor Doom closed his eyes, seemingly savoring the taste of this glass of wine.

After a long time, a long sigh sounded, echoing in the empty hall.

"Ugh……"

Putting down the wine glass, Doctor Doom put his hand on his "face" and took off the mask that seemed to have been pressed on his face forever.

The ugly face underneath was revealed, full of scars and burns.

"I'm afraid no one in the world still remembers the name Victor Doom...

Reed, do you remember...

And, Susan..."

Thinking of these two names, Doom felt a throbbing pain in his chest, as if the organ he had forgotten started to work again.

Is this heartache? But, for what?

For my disfigured face that can never be seen in front of others again?

For my genius who can never catch up with me, my friend and foe, Reed?

Or for the love I should have.

"Susan..."

Doom whispered her name and felt his heart hurt even more.

Now, we are completely on opposite sides.

What a twist of fate.

With a wry smile, Doom picked up the mask on the table, put it back on his face, and transformed back into Doctor Doom.

"Maybe it's time to visit old friends."

Standing up, Doctor Doom flicked his hood and disappeared into the hall.

The lights extinguished themselves and everything returned to darkness.

…………

The Fantastic Four's homes are not hard to find.

As one of the few superheroes who has appeared in front of everyone with their true colors from the beginning, the Fantastic Four do not have as many concerns as other superheroes.

Work, relationships, family, safety issues…

These Fantastic Four have nothing to worry about, because they have always been one. They are colleagues, friends, and family to each other.

As for the issue of no longer being able to work and live like ordinary people after their identities are announced, Susan, Johnny, and even Reed, they are not ordinary people in the first place.

The only one with some problems may be the stone man, but in his current state, it is definitely better to work alone than with three other people.

No difference~
Therefore, Doctor Doom, who walked in the void and soared in the sky, quickly found the residence of the Fantastic Four. He stood high in the sky and looked at the lights below.

He is not jealous of Reed, he himself is unwilling to admit this, but to put it another way, to put it another way, the life Reed is living now, everything Reed has now, is what Doctor Destruction has been pursuing all along. ?
Shaking his head to get rid of this thought that popped up again, Doctor Doom looked down and muttered to himself: "You are still like this, Reed. You are always like this!"

Reed easily has something that Doctor Doom has never been able to have. Maybe this thing is just a normal family, or maybe it's just understanding, encouragement and support.

However, the really heartbreaking thing is that although Doctor Doom himself is approaching his goal and realizing his wish through his intelligence and supreme willpower, he knows that he still cannot treat these as a matter of fact. An achievement was displayed in front of Reed.

Because he knew that if Reed wanted it, he could.

Doctor Doom is extremely convinced that as long as he can do something, there is a high probability that Reed can do it, and do it faster and better.

This is really a sad thing.

……

Slowly sinking down, Doctor Doom stood on the roof of the house. His whole body "seeped" into the house like "water", first his feet, then his legs, and finally his head...

This is the home and base of the Fantastic Four, and Doctor Doom is now on the top floor of the building.

This seems to be a place for games and entertainment, with various tables, chairs, fabric sofas, various toys and sports equipment, and piles of snacks scattered throughout.

"Wang!"

A puppy appeared at the corner of the stairs and barked at him.

Doctor Doom did not activate any of his abilities to stop the puppy from barking and warning the owner of the house, although he did have a thousand ways to do this.

Come, come here, isn't it just to be "discovered"?

So, he just stood there like a ghost, waiting quietly and looking at the location of the stairs.

"Qiqi, stop screaming! Come here. Qiqi!"

It was a man's voice. For some reason, Doctor Doom was a little disappointed. It was a... feeling of loss.

The sound of running on the stairs was heard, and a young man with a short buzzcut ran up and hugged the puppy who turned around.

"Really, it's so late and you still..."

The man's movements of stroking the puppy suddenly became sluggish. He saw a strange guy standing in the center of the room.

"Who are you!"

He immediately became alert and made a move to attack.

"Who are you."

The stranger turned around and asked back.

"I am Thunderbolt..."

"Forget it. You're not important."

Seeing the stranger raise his hand, Human Torch immediately exploded with flames all over his body, and rushed towards the stranger like a bomb!
then……

He flew back even faster, knocked over the fence of the stairs, and flew downstairs, downstairs, downstairs.

"Johnny!"

"What happened!"

"Who is where!"

Disorganized sounds were mixed together and came up indistinctly.

Doctor Doom heard the voice he wanted to hear most.

So he walked to the guardrail and looked down condescendingly.

Just in time to catch the eyes of Susan who looked up.

There was doubt, anger, and fright in those eyes, but there was nothing he wanted to see.

Ah.

What was I thinking? How could she recognize me? I am already dead. I have been dead for many years.

Shaking his head slightly, Doctor Doom turned his gaze to the man next to him.