Degenerate, simply too degenerate."
In a presidential suite of a hotel in Las Vegas, Andrew stood on the balcony, looking at the dazzling lights below, a sad expression on his face.
He had planned to go to New York for business three days ago, but he ended up playing day after day.
He couldn't be blamed for this; surrounded by beautiful women and a group of people trying every possible way to make him happy, and having been lonely for a year, it was truly hard not to degenerate.
Why were beautiful women surrounding him? Of course, it was because he… had money. There was nothing he could do; he won every gamble, so it was hard not to have money.
Because he won too much, those casino owners even wrote him checks asking him not to come again. Of course, some wanted to use force, and some even tried to rob Andrew.
All these people mysteriously disappeared—both their bodies and souls were taken into Rebirth Hell, where they worked hard for the modernization of Rebirth Hell. Uh, without salary, the kind that works twenty-four hours a day.
"Business still needs to be done. I am now the target of all. Without strength, I will sooner or later be swallowed by those Demon Kings."
Andrew looked in the direction of New York from afar, muttering to himself, "Doctor Doom, and Tony Stark, we will meet very soon."
…
The Doom Group is a well-known emerging technology group in Manhattan these past few years. Its chairman, Victor Von Doom, is a super genius in technology and business. He only took a few years to develop the Doom Group into a listed company, even owning a small Space Station in Space.
The problem is, Doctor Doom is not happy. He came to America to start a company not to make money, but to revive his mother with the help of high technology.
Doctor Doom's mother, Cynthia, was a Gypsy Witch. To protect her country, she made a deal with Mephisto. As a result, the country was not saved, and her own soul fell into Mephisto's hands.
"Did I choose the wrong path? Should I have studied magic?"
The cold-faced Doctor Doom sat in his office, his brows tightly furrowed. With current technology, it was impossible to break through Hell to rescue Cynthia.
Just then, a voice suddenly sounded, "With your talent, your future in studying magic is limitless."
"Who?"
Doctor Doom was startled, suddenly looked up, and saw a mysterious Eastern man in a trench coat sitting opposite him.
Andrew smiled and said, "Don't be nervous. Although I am a Demon King, I don't eat people. Even if I were to eat, I wouldn't eat them raw. I'd add more chili."
"Demon King? Your words have successfully made me even more nervous."
Doctor Doom was not an ordinary person after all. He took a deep breath and asked, "May I ask, Mr. Wang, what brings you to my office?"
Andrew looked at Doctor Doom with appreciation and said, "To make a deal with you."
"I don't make deals with devils."
Doctor Doom said coldly, "Those who make deals with devils never end well, like my mother."
"My reputation is bad, business is hard to do, huh."
Andrew sighed, opened his right hand, and a Gypsy Witch's soul slept in his palm. "Are you really not going to do it?"
"Cynthia!"
Doctor Doom's expression changed. He suddenly stood up and asked, "Are you Mephisto?"
"No, I snatched this from Mephisto."
Andrew said, "Whether to make this deal or not, you decide."
Doctor Doom's breathing quickened. He looked at his mother's soul and asked in a deep voice, "What do you want?"
Andrew said, "Help me with three things in the future. Don't worry, what I ask you to do will not harm you or your mother. Oh, and your Doom Group, consider it an extra gift for me."
"Help you with three things?"
Doctor Doom was a little surprised. As for the Doom Group, he didn't care about it. With his intelligence, making money was too easy. In fact, Andrew didn't care much either, which is why he called it an extra.
The key to this deal was the three things. Doctor Doom's potential was limitless, and his future achievements would not be inferior to Doctor Strange's.
Doctor Doom did not hesitate much and nodded, "Okay, I agree to your terms. As long as you are not scheming against me, I will definitely help you with three things in the future."
"We denizens of Hell believe more in contracts. If you break the contract, your soul will belong to me."
Andrew snapped his fingers, and a contract appeared before Doctor Doom. Doctor Doom read the contract content in immense detail before pressing his handprint.
The contract officially took effect. Andrew sent Cynthia's soul to Doctor Doom and said, "She has my magic on her. For one year, she can exist in the world as a soul. As for after one year, you handle it yourself. Also, your blood can awaken her, as long as you are her biological child."
"You don't need to worry about that."
Doctor Doom snorted. He now believed Andrew was not Mephisto. If he were Mephisto, he would certainly not give Cynthia magic.
Andrew stood up and said, "I only want the shares you hold. You keep everything else."
Doctor Doom reminded him, "I don't have many shares. Also, the Doom Group is a listed company, and the procedures are quite troublesome, such as notifying various directors, reporting to the Securities Regulatory Commission, etc., which will take some time to complete."
"My lawyer will contact you."
Andrew nodded and disappeared from in front of Doctor Doom—returning to Las Vegas to continue having fun; a costume party was waiting for him there.
"In this day and age, even devils use lawyers."
Doctor Doom shook his head, impatiently dripping blood to awaken his mother.
That afternoon, Doctor Doom's girlfriend, the future Invisible Woman (one of the Fantastic Four), Susan Storm, looked at Doctor Doom in astonishment and asked, "You gave away your company shares? And you're returning to Eastern Europe?"
"Yes, I can't say too much about the specifics, Susan. Come back with me, and I will make you queen."
Doctor Doom nodded. He had discussed with Cynthia and decided to abandon everything to return to Latveria to study magic. Only then could his mother be resurrected or reincarnated as a human.
"I don't want to leave New York, Victor. Have you been controlled by someone? Why do you have such a crazy idea?"
Susan refused. Doctor Doom tried to persuade her several times but could not. Eventually, the two parted unhappily. More than ten days later, Doctor Doom completed all the procedures and rushed back to his hometown with his mother's soul.
The story of God Doom officially set sail. Andrew's investment will yield thousands of times the return in the future.
Leaving Doom aside for now, that morning, Susan walked into the chairman's office and asked the tall figure standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, "Mr. Wang, you called for me?"
Although Andrew had Doom's share transfer agreement, the procedures were not fully completed, and the board meeting had not yet been held. Therefore, Susan's address was Mr. Wang—to be precise, Andrew was not yet the BOSS of the Doom Group.
Andrew turned around and glanced at Susan, a flash of appreciation in his eyes. She truly lived up to her reputation as the famous blonde sweetheart. He got straight to the point, "Ms. Storm, I plan to promote you to Group Vice President. Be prepared."