Chapter 7: Dr. Doom

In a Las Vegas hotel's presidential suite, Andrew stood by the balcony, gazing sadly at the vibrant city below. He had decided to go to New York three days ago to do the right thing, but instead, he had been indulging himself day after day. Surrounded by beautiful women and people eager to please him, it was hard for him not to give in to temptation.

The women flocked to him because of his wealth, knowing that he couldn't win every gamble. He had won so much that the casino owners even wrote him a check, begging him not to return. However, there were also those who opposed him, some even trying to rob him. Those people mysteriously disappeared, sent to a hellish fate.

"We must keep moving forward. I have become a target for everyone, and if I don't have strength, I'll be consumed by those demons eventually."

Andrew glanced towards New York and muttered, "Dr. Doom and Tony Stark, I'll see you soon."

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Doom Group, a prominent technology company in Manhattan, had quickly risen to fame under the leadership of its chairman, Victor von Doom. A genius in technology and business, he transformed the Doom Group into a publicly listed company within a few years, even establishing a small space station in orbit.

However, Dr. Doom was not content with his daily life. He had come to the United States not to accumulate wealth but to find a way to resurrect his mother using advanced technology. Cynthia, Dr. Doom's mother, had made a deal with Mephisto, a devil-like entity, to protect their country. However, instead of saving the country, her soul had ended up in Mephisto's grasp.

"Am I on the wrong path? Should I consider learning magic?"

Deep in thought, Dr. Doom sat in his office, his brow furrowed. With current technology, it seemed impossible to breach the barriers of hell and save Cynthia.

Suddenly, a voice spoke out, "With your talent, your potential in magic would be limitless."

"Who's there?"

Startled, Dr. Doom looked around, his gaze falling upon a mysterious man in a trench coat sitting across from him. Andrew smiled and reassured him, "Don't be alarmed. Although I am a demon, I don't devour humans."

"A demon? Your words only make me more nervous," Dr. Doom, not an ordinary person, replied coldly. After taking a deep breath, he regained his composure and asked, "May I know why this Mr. Demon, has come to my office?"

Andrew looked at Dr. Doom with admiration and said, "I'm here to make a deal with you."

"I don't make deals with the devil."

Dr. Doom's tone remained icy. "Those who make deals with the devil never fare well, as my mother experienced."

"With such a reputation, it's no wonder your business isn't thriving."

Sighing, Andrew extended his right hand, revealing the soul of a sleeping witch in his palm.

"Is that so?"

"Mother!"

Dr. Doom's expression changed dramatically as he stood up abruptly. He asked with urgency, "Are you Mephisto?"

"No, I merely snatched this soul from Mephisto."

Andrew explained, "Whether you choose to make this deal or not, it's up to you."

Dr. Doom's breathing quickened as he gazed at his mother's soul and asked in a deep voice, "What do you want?"

Andrew replied, "In the future, do three things for me. Rest assured, these tasks won't harm you or your mother. And by the way, hand over control of the Doom Group to me."

"Three things?"

Dr. Doom was surprised, as he had paid little attention to the Doom Group. With his intellect, making money was effortless. Additionally, Andrew didn't prioritize the group; it was merely an added request.

The real focus of the deal lay in the three tasks. Dr. Doom possessed immense potential, and his future accomplishments could rival those of the Sorcerer Supreme.

Dr. Doom nodded without much hesitation. "Very well, I agree to your terms. As long as you don't betray me, I will fulfill the three tasks you require."

"We, the Hellards, place great trust in covenants. If you break the contract, your soul will belong to me."

Andrew snapped his fingers, summoning a contract before Dr. Doom. After meticulously reading through it, Dr. Doom pressed his handprint, sealing the agreement.

With the contract in effect, Andrew handed Cynthia's soul to Dr. Doom and explained, "She carries a portion of my magic and will exist as a soul for a year. After that, I can't guarantee anything. Additionally, your blood can awaken her, given your biological relation."

"You needn't concern yourself with that."

Dr. Doom snorted, now convinced that Andrew wasn't Mephisto. If he were, he wouldn't have entrusted Cynthia's soul with his magic to sustain her.

Standing up, Andrew declared, "I only desire the shares you possess. Everything else, I will handle on my own."

Dr. Doom reminded him, "I don't hold many shares, and transferring ownership of the Doom Group is a complex process. It involves notifying the board of directors and reporting to the Securities and Futures Commission. It may take some time to complete."

"My lawyer will contact you."

Andrew nodded, then vanished from Dr. Doom's office, returning to Las Vegas to continue his enjoyment, where his entourage awaited him.

"Even demons have lawyers these days."

Dr. Doom shook his head, eager to awaken his mother.

That afternoon, Dr. Doom's girlfriend, Susan Storm, the future Invisible Woman (one of the Fantastic Four), looked at Dr. Doom in amazement and asked, "You gave away your company shares? And you want to return to Eastern Europe?"

"Yes, I can't say much about the specifics, but Susan, come back with me, and I'll make you queen."

Dr. Doom nodded. He had talked to Cynthia and was ready to give up everything and go back to Latveria to learn magic. Only in this way could his mother be resurrected or reincarnated.

"I don't want to leave New York, Victor. Are you being controlled by someone? Why is your thinking so crazy?"

Dr. Doom tried several times but could not persuade Susan. Finally

, the two broke up unhappily. More than ten days later, Dr. Doom completed various procedures and returned to his home country in a hurry with his mother's soul.

[The story of the Hell Lord has officially set sail, and Andrew Andrew's investment will receive a thousand times the return in the future.]

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Leaving aside Doom, next day, Dr. Doom's former girlfriend, Susan Storm, the future Invisible Woman (a member of the Fantastic Four), entered the chairman's office and gazed at the slender figure standing by the floor-to-ceiling window. She asked, astonished, "Mr. Andrew, did you need me?"

Although Andrew held Doom's shares in his possession, the formalities were yet to be completed, and he hadn't officially become the boss of the Doom Group. Therefore, Susan still referred to him as Mr. Andrew.

Turning to face Susan, Andrew's eyes glimmered with admiration. She truly deserved her reputation as the beloved blonde.

Looking at her, he got straight to the point. "Miss Storm, I'm ready to promote you to Vice President of the group. Are you prepared?"

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