Marvel's Journey Begins with Psychosis

The shrill and arrogant laughter echoed continuously in the dark underground stone room. This laughter penetrated everyone's ears like a magic sound filling the brain.

Everyone lowered their heads slightly, with fear and uneasiness in their eyes, staring at the table in front of them, with ten thousand question marks floating around in their minds.

What's wrong, what's wrong, what's wrong...!

Is he finally crazy? Crazier than before? Or is this the real him?

No matter what, Doctor Doom looks really dangerous today...

On both sides of the table, some excited people began to peek at the people next to them and continued to exchange glances.

And when someone turns his eyes vigorously and looks to the side, he will be surprised to find that the people around him are doing the same thing.

The same sweat profusely, the same pale face, the same eyes full of fear and anxiety, the same force of looking to the side.

What should I do? Do you want to resist? Stop saying stupid things. If resistance is useful, why are we sitting here! So what if? When he has had enough laughter, will he suddenly kill us all? !

Who dares to say that this is not possible! ! This is almost the only possibility! !

Everyone lowered their heads, exchanged crazy glances, and sweat dropped to the ground drop by drop.

at last……

When Doctor Doom walked behind one of them, as if he was tired of laughing, and pressed his arms on the back of his chair, he was most frightened. The three people who had just faced Doctor Doom started to move!

At the same time, another figure sitting at the end of the seat suddenly ran in the opposite direction, running towards the passage!

"Die!"

"Fake Squid!"

A scythe cut through the air and made a whining sound, and the tip of the knife slashed straight at Doctor Doom.

There was a crash, and a light seemed to flash in the dark stone chamber, followed by the sound of metal falling to the ground.

The sickle god of death was stunned when he looked at the fragments of his broken scythe and saw that the edge of the blade was still glowing red.

"Wow~ You have another sickle! Where did you hide it just now~"

His hands were still pressed against the high back of the chair, and two extra arms grew out of thin air on his shoulders. One held a scythe and the other held a lightsaber. Doctor Doom's current appearance really looked like some kind of legendary demon.

"Lord Doctor Doom!"

The tinker shouted, "The Beetle has escaped!"

Oh, the one that ran very fast just now was the Beetle.

"It's ok."

"Can……"

"Who said he ran away?"

Picking up the tip of the sickle that had turned cold on the ground, everyone didn't see what happened at all. They only saw a faint flash of light.

The Beetle who had just escaped suddenly appeared at the position of Doctor Doom's men, running quickly and hitting the wall with his head.

"This...this...how is it possible...!"

The god of death with the sickle was even more afraid. The fearless courage he had mustered up just now due to the pressure of near death disappeared in an instant, leaving only the hollowness in his heart and an almost eternal feeling of weakness and powerlessness.

Trembling, he let go of his hand, letting the sickle fall to the ground, and knelt down.

"Please, please forgive me, I..."

"Refuse~"

The Scythe Death God, who knelt down and put his head on the ground, suddenly heard a voice above his head.

He slowly raised his head bit by bit and saw a pair of boots in front of him.

Doctor Doom's boots.

“It’s interesting when you resist, but I’ve seen too many surrender looks.

Sorry, you're out. "

"Don't... ah——! ah what have you done! You!"

"It's just digging out the heart. Have you, the God of Death, never seen this?"

At that time, I just felt the hollow and powerless Death God in my heart, desperately touching my chest with my hand, and then suddenly stopped.

Doctor Doom has a heart in his hand.

A heart that is still beating.

But there was nothing still jumping in his chest.

"look."

Doctor Doom still looked like a monster with four arms. He bent slightly, pinched the heart, and walked slowly towards him.

Dong dong, dong dong, dong dong...

The Scythe Death God has never "examined" himself so clearly and intuitively.

That's...his heart.

"Please, please give it back to me... please, please..."

"Tsk."

The begging for mercy stopped abruptly.

"It's boring. You are already dead, why are you still afraid of death?"

Throwing the heart on the table, Doctor Doom whispered: "Whoever grabs this heart will get the ticket to leave here."

The air was silent for a second, and then there was a frenzied noise!

Everyone fought fiercely, each using his or her own skills, and frantically and recklessly attacked each other who had just been called allies.

Don't they know this is a ploy?

Don't they know that they and others are killing each other?

Don't they know that uniting together is the most likely way to get out of here alive? It may even be the only way?

Of course they know.

However, how can we guarantee that others will know it too?

If everything could develop according to plans, assumptions, and how things should develop, there would be so many unsatisfactory developments in this world.

When the Beetle escaped just now, it had already set the stage for this current situation.

"Oh, what a bunch of pathetic people."

In the chaotic battle, everyone was working hard and looking crazy, but they were all hiding from Dr. Doom, who was strolling in the courtyard and covered in flaws.

Just like there are always people who will act crazy after drinking too much alcohol, but I have seen many people who drink too much and act like crazy with their family members, but not many people who dare to fight their bosses.

Did they really drink too much? Really lost consciousness?

Haha, I don’t know.

…………

"Wow, this is a good shot."

Leisurely, Doctor Doom finally sat back in his seat with his scythe on his shoulder.

The tinker sitting next to him was dumbfounded.

He never thought that such a plot would unfold.

Looking at Doctor Doom in fear, the tinker thought to himself, this guy is probably the kind of devil who enjoys teasing others and playing with people's hearts.

"What are you looking at?"

Although his eyes were fixed on the battlefield, and although he was not looking at him, the tinker knew that these words were meant for him.

Because, apart from Beetle who was still unconscious after hitting the wall, he was the only guy who wasn't performing with his life for this guy's amusement.

"No, it's nothing, oh! I just, I just think you are so genius, you actually made a laser sword."

Finally, he thought of a good excuse, but the tinker didn't get a response. He peeked again and found that Doctor Doom had taken out a pack of snacks from somewhere and was eating happily while looking at the bloody battlefield in front of him. Woolen cloth.