Marvel's Journey Begins with Psychosis

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!