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.

"Ha, it seems the results are coming soon."

When the tinker heard this, he quickly went to see the battlefield.

Among those people just now, the one who fought the most fiercely was none other than the Scythe Death God whose heart was dug out, but for some reason he did not die. But now...

He finally died.

Before he died, he was still clutching his broken heart, trying desperately to put it in his chest.

But, it's a pity. How can a broken heart bear a living life?

Death the Scythe is dead, but his scythe is still with Dr. Doom, so... Death is also there!
The real God of Death, the more terrifying God of Death: Doctor Doom!
……

After a melee, almost everyone was injured. Some people's ferocity was aroused by the smell of blood. Their whole people exuded a dangerous aura, and their eyes were full of fierceness. However, when they looked at the lazy man leaning on his arm, When he saw the figure sitting on the stone chair, the fierce light in his eyes immediately disappeared, and he slowly turned back to a fearful look. "Yeah... my heart is broken..."

Only one died?
What level are these guys at? The fight was so lively and they had all kinds of skills, but this is the result?
"You tore up the ticket. Well, that's right, you tore up the ticket! You! You actually tore up my ticket!"

Doctor Doom is even angry!

With a wave of his sickle: "This is provocation! It's fraud! It's...what else is there to say?"

"what?"

"What other words!"

"Offend! Declare war!"

"Yes! Declare war!"

Doctor Doom held the scythe in a creaking nest. After applauding loudly, he raised the tinker's hand and cheered: "He's right! That's what I want to say!"

The tinker felt that everyone in the house wanted to eat him alive.

Damn it, he asked me! ! If you are afraid of him, don’t take it out on me!

"Hehehe...so, I want to..."

"Uhh—!!"

Doctor Doom was stroking the scythe with his hands excitedly. His laughter was full of eagerness and impatience. Even when he had already put one foot on the table and was about to jump out, a scream rang out.

Over there, in the crowd, a man clutched his chest and slowly fell to the ground, scarlet blood spilling out.

Behind him, the air fluctuated, and the first thing that appeared was a heart that no longer beat and was torn out.

Then, there was a bloody arm, a whole arm, and a vague figure.

"Master Doctor Destruction, that's enough. Do I get the ticket?"

The person who asks the question is also the person who kills, a dead man.

He calls dead people. He was originally a research and development staff member of a technology company. Later, he killed someone in a rage because of the deception of the top management. When he escaped, he was transformed into this by his company's scientific research equipment. He has no physical existence at all and is somewhere between an energy body and an ion. between the bodies.

After the Scythe Death's heart was broken, he got a new one.

Doctor Doom didn't seem to have thought of this, or perhaps it conflicted with his expectations and what he wanted to do next, so he turned his head and looked at the tinker.

Ok?
Ok? !

Don't look at me! I really don’t…

"That doesn't count!"

"He's right! This doesn't count!"

"It has to be a beating heart!"

"Did you hear that? Only the ones that jump!"

"It's so evil to wear blood!"

"He said it was too evil to wear blood!"

"I'm really begging you, you can say it yourself, I will kneel down for you!"

"Really, I beg...ah? Ah. That's okay."

Doctor Doom raised the scythe again and said with a smile: "I defaulted on my debt."

After saying that, before everyone could react, he appeared in front of someone.

tombstone.

"Maybe the headless monument is more suitable for you."

what!
Before Tombstone could respond, as soon as he raised his hand, he felt his eyes go dark, the sky turned upside down, and he saw a headless body, and then he knew nothing.

"Whoa! Next!"

After Doctor Destruction beheaded him with one blow, he quickly disappeared in front of everyone and appeared on the roof. By this time, he had grown six arms.

Also, there are three heads.

"Devil...Devil-!"

Someone collapsed.

Crying and shouting, his hands and feet were shaking uncontrollably as he ran behind him.

"No way~"

Light and shadow flickered, and another headless corpse fell to the ground.

Doctor Doom, who had three heads and six arms and was covered in scarlet blood, raised his scythe and looked around at the crowd: "Does anyone know what his name is?"

"Ah aaa——! I will fight you! Go to hell..."

The head seemed to be still on the scythe, but it was slowly falling to the ground.

Doctor Doom is no longer where he was standing just now. He is face to face with the person who yelled just now, with the iron mask pressed against his nose, his eyes widened, looking directly at his reflection in those trembling pupils.

"What did you say just now? Please speak louder~ I can't hear you..."

"please……"

"That's not the case."

Turning his head away, he hugged him gently and whispered: "Tell you secretly...I lied. In fact, I...heard..."

Blood flew, and another person fell down. He was cut open from the shoulder obliquely. The sickle was completely immersed in the chest and fell with him.

A foot stepped on his chest and pulled out the sickle with force. The blood and bones rubbed against each other, making a sound that made people feel sick.

沙~
"vomit……"

Some people fell to their knees directly, losing all strength and shaking even when they put their hands on the ground.

"Ugh……"

Doctor Doom sighed and said in disappointment: "You don't vomit when you kill others, but you vomit like this when you see me cutting people. It's so disrespectful. I'm very sad."

He waved the sickle again, and the still-warm blood was thrown out and sprinkled on everyone's faces, and the fishy smell went straight to their brains.

"So, I decided to send you all to hell to further your education. Hahahahaha!"

Dealing with some players who have completely lost their will to fight and are all frightened out of their wits, naturally cannot be compared to normal situations.

However, after people experience their most essential and real fears, sometimes their potential will be stimulated.

A clear whistling sound suddenly sounded. It sounded pleasant, but my head hurt.

It's that madman from Screamer.

Perhaps because of his poor brain, among all the people alive, he was the least affected.

Because he had seen fear before.

"It's you who's screaming."

Doctor Doom "bumped" into him, and before he could react, he stabbed the tip of the scythe directly in his mouth.

"I'm just saying...I think I've seen you...hehehehe..."

As if muttering to himself, Doctor Doom looked at him, raised his hand, and took off his mask.

"Surprise~It's me~"

Under the mask, the screamer suddenly saw a familiar face, the face that made him escape from the Big Apple and escape here.

Roland.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

He let out a series of screams, with endless fear in his eyes, and after fluttering his hands and feet for a while, Bah!
Doctor Doom pushed the scythe forward a little, and the sound was silenced. The screamer was dead.

"I just said, I won't let you learn to sing."

Putting on his mask again, Doctor Doom turned around, opened his arms, and said loudly: "Then, let's continue!"

(End of this chapter)