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Chapter 170 Searching for Destiny
Victor von Doom left Tianjian and went straight to the mountains in Tibet. According to the ambiguous records on an ancient parchment, he searched for a group of monks who had been isolated from the world for many years.

A month has passed, and Doom still has very few clues.He searched for clues, asked many villagers who had passed on related legends, and tried to find fragments of information from religious and superstitious records, but to no avail.In the end, all he had was a vague location from an unreliable legend, located in a mountain range where the snow never melted.

The search process is arduous, but Doom has long been mentally prepared for this.Oddly enough, from day one on the road, Doom instinctively felt that Michael was right.He felt that he was walking on this road as if he heard the call of fate. There was no evidence to support it, but he could clearly feel that the legendary temple really existed.Fate has called Victor von Doom to find the place, and the ancient knowledge and technology of those monks will finally be his.

From the first day he walked into the mountains, the wind and snow never stopped.This is a pure white world. Everything from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain is ruled by wind and snow. It seems that even the sky is a huge white curtain.The wind and snow flooded the horizon, and the mountain peaks barely poked their heads out of the white clouds.But when he tried his best to climb over a mountain, what he saw was always more peaks.

The howling wind took away people's sense of hearing, the blizzard blocked their sight, and the harsh environment paralyzed people's sense of direction, making it almost impossible for normal people to find anything in such a place.Even if what he is looking for is only ten meters away, he may never know it for the rest of his life.

But Victor von Doom was no ordinary man, and he wasn't going to back down.He has his own way to find his way forward in this ice and snow world.He melted barricades with high-temperature rays, and at night he leaned against a homemade heating stove to keep warm.His steps are unwavering, his will is like iron.

But even so, he was almost destroyed by the mountain at one point.

After spending the first few days and nights in the mountains, he finally ran out of food.He was starving and disoriented.He was exhausted, knowing that he was at the limit, that he might not find the temple after all, and that this might be the tomb of the great Victor von Doom.

On the third day of fasting, the severe cold and hunger began to make him hallucinate.At first it was an auditory hallucination. He seemed to hear the whispers of demons in hell, and the voices of imprisoned mothers praying and crying.Then he started seeing images.He saw the figure of the demon appearing in the wind and snow, with a tall silhouette and sharp minions, as if he was coming to take his life away.

He quickly discovered that it was not a hallucination.

It was a snow monster, a legendary beast in the village below.It has white fur, a size of more than three meters, a wolf-like mouth and fangs, and bear-like huge palms.

The fight with the brute nearly killed Doom.It was so powerful that it scratched Doom's thigh with its sharp claws and scratched his left abdomen, all of which were quite serious.The beast threw him to the ground, opened his bloody mouth and prepared to use him as food to satisfy his hunger.But Doom just in time pulled a thermal grenade from his backpack and stuffed it into its open mouth.The grenade blasted its forehead into pieces, and the warm blood spilled all over the snow.

After all, he survived, and the problem of lack of food was temporarily resolved.But at the same time he also ushered in a new problem, that is blood loss.The two wounds on his body were very deep, and if he continued like this, he would lose too much blood and kill him soon.

After filling his hunger with the yeti meat, Doom moved on.The gust of wind scratched his wound over and over again like a sharp blade, and the warm blood flowed out unstoppably.Dum finally reached the limit, his legs gave way, and he fell into the snow, unable to move forward half a step.

So that's it, here's where Victor von Doom ends.What an irony, he came all the way here in search of his own famous fisherman, but in the end he was found by fate without giving him a chance.

But just before he lost consciousness, he seemed to hear a human voice.Someone was whispering, and the sound of footsteps on the soft snow quickly approached.Then someone lifted him up and took him away from the severe cold.

But he doesn't remember these, just like he can't remember the next path.

The only thing he remembered was that when he awoke he was in the lost temple, the place he was destined to find.Several red-robed monks surrounded him, and when they saw him get up, they all showed joyful smiles.

"Look! He's still alive!" one of them shouted, "Come on everyone! He's awake!"

The monks acted so excited, as if the survivors were their relatives.

Doom remembered the prophecy.

Those who have lost everything will find the lost temple, learn ancient secrets, and become lord of the temple's monks.

He found it, and that was his fate.

***
There was the sound of rushing water in the bathroom, and a tall and strong man stood outside the door with his back turned to the bathroom, like a loyal gatekeeper.

"Dormammu is an idiot." A woman's voice came from the bathroom, the voice was full of magnetism, and people could think of a charming devil-like stunner just by the voice.She said contemptuously, "He's a great character, but he's also an idiot. Don't you?"

The man snorted from deep in his throat as a promise.

"He's kind of doing a little good, though. He's drawing unwanted attention for us so that Zemo's little get-together doesn't get too much attention."

A series of crisp giggles came from the bathroom.The sound of the water stopped, the door was opened, and a woman wrapped in a white towel came out.She had wet blond hair hanging down her head, her appearance was unreal, and her sky-defyingly long legs were white and flawless, she was simply a walking weapon of mass destruction to men.

The man still stood faithfully where he was, like a soldier standing at attention waiting for an order from his commander.

"However, we can also have some fun first."

The woman sat on the sofa and fiddled with a glass sphere placed on the table in front of her.She flicked around the sphere a few times with her white and bony hands, and it was as if a puff of green smoke rose from the glass sphere, and images appeared in the smoke, just like a spherical TV.

In the picture is a gentle-looking man with curly hair, black glasses on the bridge of his nose, wearing a shirt, and looks harmless to humans and animals.

This is Bruce Banner, multidisciplinary expert, scientific genius with a bad habit of turning into a big green guy when he gets angry.

"Let's find this little cutie for entertainment, okay?"

The woman was talking to herself, but no one answered, but she laughed very happily, her laughter was like a wind chime in the breeze.

(End of this chapter)