The era of American comics begins

Chapter 72 Victor Von Doom
Victor von Doom, the super villain code-named Doctor Doom, is mainly the number one enemy of the superhero group "Fantastic Four".He has mastered science and technology beyond Iron Man, and through continuous in-depth research, he has learned magic skills that can rival the Supreme Mage.After completing his studies, he combined his advanced technology and unfathomable magic, used his extraordinary mind to overthrow the Latvinian regime, and sat on the throne himself.Then he even built the flimsy small Eastern European country Latvinia into one of the strongest countries in the world with his extraordinary talent.

But that's all later in the comics, and Viktor von Doom is just a college student at the moment—extremely talented, but a student nonetheless.

Michael didn't actually know Doom that well, he only knew Doom because of the old Fox "Fantastic Four" movie.Although the setting and performance of Doom as a villain in the movie is really disappointing, he still has heard of the heights Doom has reached in the original story.

A genius with dual cultivation of science and magic, and one of the best minds in the world, who else in this world is more suitable to be drawn into the cause Michael is working on than Dum?

"Paso?" Young Doom seemed to recognize him when he announced his home.Doom remembered seeing him on TV, and had a slight impression of him.

But that didn't make him let go of his hostility.

"That still doesn't explain what you're here for." He said coldly, "My research is protected by the US military. I don't care what group boss you are or anything, you have no right to come in here without your consent."

Michael didn't care.He casually pointed to several notebooks spread out on the messy laboratory table beside him, each sheet of paper was filled with numbers, formulas or codes.

"Dimension warping, matter transmutation, your research is very in-depth, Victor." Michael said, "It's quite impressive, but I'm afraid there is still some distance from the results you want."

Doom was surprised, but also angry.The contents of these notes are the most cutting-edge research he is conducting privately. He is confident that no one in the whole world can understand except himself, but this guy not only seems to understand, but also accurately named his research direction. Sounds like evaluating a trivial elementary school math Olympiad problem.

"Are you peeping at my notes?" Dum strode to the table and slapped the cover of the notebook.

"Just flipping through it while you're at it. You've got something to brag about, but if you really want the code I remember here to work, you might as well consider making a few fixes. For example, in the In the program fragment of the thread, if it were me, I would consider using atomic variables instead."

Doom pointed at the door angrily. "Get out. I don't need anyone acknowledging my work, or ignoring my research. You don't understand anything at all."

As he spoke, his voice subconsciously decreased, and his eyes returned to the notebook lying on the table like a ghost.

Doom frowned, then opened the notebook again, and pondered for a while as if no one else was there.

"Wait. Impossible. No, it does seem possible. Yes, so it works!"

He talked to himself for a while, then suddenly looked up in surprise, and found that Michael was still sitting in the chair without saying a word, waiting patiently for him to think, like a mentor who is willing to guide students to solve problems independently.

Doom softened a little - he always seemed to be more agreeable to people with similar IQs to himself.

"So the media didn't brag too much. I admit that you are indeed different from most idiots. Your proposal...is very good. If I succeed, this is my debt to you."

Victor von Doom is an extremely self-centered person. He admits that Michael has thought of ideas that he didn't think of, but he refuses to admit that the other party is better than himself.And his ego makes him extremely sensitive to favors owed to others, so he never asks for help.

But even someone as vain as Dum had to look at this stranger with admiration.Only he himself knows that many of the formulas and language in his work notes are not comprehensible to ordinary people, because it is the success of combining the gypsy black magic he had been exposed to since childhood with the science and technology he learned later, no matter what No smart engineer should be able to read it, because it's not pure science.

But this guy seems to really understand it.

"Again," Doom dismissed the idea of ​​driving him out, "what do you want here?"

"A job offer. But it's not asking you to work for me. It's more like a collaboration." Michael said. "A great mind like you deserves a better opportunity."

"You mean, with Passotech?"

Michael shook his head.

"What I'm talking about is much bigger than joining companies to make money through research and development. You are different, Victor, you are destined to achieve great things, and it is impossible to let them squeeze your value under the captivity of the US government for the rest of your life. I invite you I want you to be part of something huge but of course that's too broad and empty. So let's talk about something practical."

He leaned forward.

"I have all kinds of resources, utensils, and equipment that the army doesn't have, some of which you may not even imagine. I can help you achieve your ultimate goal, Doom." He paused and emphasized his tone , "I can give you the necessary support to help you rescue your mother from hell as soon as possible."

Dum raised his head like an electric shock, with inexplicable surprise and confusion in his eyes.

When Doom was very young, his mother—a gypsy girl—made a deal with Mephisto, the demon who ruled hell, in order to defend her tribe and fight back against the oppressors, and her soul still lives today. Imprisoned in hell forever tormented.

He has never mentioned it to anyone since he came to America, but this has always been his real purpose - to combine cutting-edge technology and profound magic, to find the way to hell, and to rescue him from the hands of the king of hell. Mother's poor soul.

Michael stood up and straightened his clothes: "Okay, the invitation has been sent out. You have a week to think about it, Victor. The contact information will be automatically stored in your mobile phone in 1 minute. If you think about it, it will take a week Just give me an answer within a few days. If you choose to refuse, you don’t need to reply, and the number will be automatically deleted from your phone after a week—the kind that cannot be retrieved.”

After finishing speaking, without waiting for a response, he opened the door and walked out of the room.

"Wait a moment!"

Dum hurried to catch up, opened the door and rushed into the corridor.But when he stood in the corridor and looked left and right, where was the shadow of half a person?

Dum retreated into the room and sat back on the lab chair.He took out his phone, opened the contacts, and found that a number he had never seen before had been stored in it without anyone noticing.

He frowned slightly, and unconsciously squeezed the phone case tightly.

(End of this chapter)