Dum assigns the tasks and arranges the general affairs properly. He then leaves the tribe and walks towards the woods beside him.

It was already late at night, and there was no light in the forest. Apart from the bonfire at the Gypsy camp, there was only the moon hanging in the sky. The path in the forest was unable to see five fingers. When Dum approached, Michael was pressing his headset to talk to someone.

Dum stood aside, held his arms and waited patiently. Anyone who knew Victor von Dum would be surprised to see this scene - there was probably only one person in the world who could make him patiently wait by the side.

Michael finished the communication and turned to him.

"I have to leave," he said. "I have someone investigated something, and now there are clues. This is very important and I have to deal with it." After a pause, he added, "and, I believe I have seen enough."

Dumm said in a calm tone: "This is the me now, Michael. Maybe you will be disappointed in me, maybe you will question my means... Maybe I have not become the person you originally wanted me to be. But the fact is, this is the me now. "Doctor Doom", this is the name I gave myself, and it also represents my future principles and style. And I will never regret any choice I have made.

And only if you feel able to accept what I have done, and what I am about to do, if you can agree... then I will ask for your help."

He paused for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and the last half of the sentence was still not spoken.

In fact, if he was asked to tell the truth, Dum might have to admit... He still hopes to be recognized deep down.

Michael looked at him expressionlessly, and after a while he spoke slowly.

"What makes you feel," he said, "I'll have a stereotype about your approach?"

Dum's eyes flashed unexpectedly.

"From the first time I met you, I knew clearly what kind of person you were, Victor," he said. "Although you were far less powerful and so mature than you are now, I saw a domineering man standing at the top, a person with the talent of God, a steely will, and no fear of any difficulties and obstacles, just like what I see now."

Dum glanced at him unexpectedly.

"I thought you wish I would be a superhero."

"I never thought about it. If I had really had any expectations for you, Victor," Michael patted his shoulder, "you've already achieved it."

***

When Tony Stark woke up, he was soon convinced that he was no longer in his building. The bleak white light shone on the metallic floor, and the light was so cold that it was uncomfortable. There was no sign of where he was now.

He tried to move, but found that he couldn't do it. His wrists and ankles of his hands were wrapped in cold metal rings on a hard iron plate, and he felt that something was indescribable. He subconsciously wanted to activate the armor under his skin to break free from the constraints, but he didn't know what obstacles he encountered could not be conveyed smoothly. The armor stored in the gap between his bones was still dormant and had no intention of being activated.

"how......?"

A tingling sensation like a needle stimulating his nervous system as he tried to activate the armor. His brain was a little drowsy and his thoughts were difficult to unblock. He took two deep breaths, raised his eyelids, and saw two dark red light sources appearing in the darkness. The mechanical outline gradually emerged, and a shadow walked out of the darkness, looking at him coldly, making a sound of metal rubbing as he stepped forward.

Ultron.

Tony remembered Thor told him that Ultron stole a powerful Asgard armor called "Destroyer". According to Thor's description, the thing should be like a robot that is more than three meters tall and full of darkness. Although he had never seen it with his own eyes, he was very sure that the description was not the unsightly robot in front of him.

"Ultron?" Tony asked in a deep voice, "Is it you?"

"It's me...but not." The robot answered in a voice that was obviously mechanically synthesized. "That Ultron has been killed by you, and I am a brand new individual, born from the corpse...and a mistake was born from you."

"That's impossible. I've checked the system countless times and confirmed that there are no program fragments left in all my systems. There is absolutely no possibility..."

Tony paused, frowned, and seemed to suddenly think of something.

“…unless someone helps you, right?”

Ultron calmly replied: "It seems that it is. But even I don't know what happened...but it doesn't matter. What's important is that I'm back and will be more determined than before. I will complete the mission, Stark, even if you have given up on it."

"I have never given you a task like that!" Tony shouted, "I just hope you maintain peace and not let you destroy the world!"

"Peace is simply impossible until the germs called humans are eradicated." Ultron said, "The plan has begun, this time the plan is foolproof! Everything is ready, and no one can stop it this time."

"The Avengers will stop you," Tony said, "You won't succeed."

"Yes, of course, Avengers, they always appear, like annoying bugs." Ultron tilted his head, "But don't worry, I've dealt with this part of the problem. Avengers... are no longer a threat."

"What did you do?"

Ultron turned his head and glanced at him.

"Me? No, I did nothing. The crisis the Avengers are facing...it's you, Stark."

***

At this moment, the Avengers Building.

The electronic lock certification was passed, and the door panel slid silently along the slide rail. Steel armor appeared at the door of Captain America's room. The room was pitch black, and its tall body almost blocked the entire entrance, and the lights in the corridor only penetrated a limited amount.

It was already early in the morning. If nothing unexpected happened, the captain of this point should have fallen asleep.

A white arc light was lit on the chest of the steel armor. He slowly raised his palm and pointed it at the position of the bed. The visual sensor scanned the room in all directions, but there was no sign of living.

The captain was not in his room at all.

The steel armor lowered his arms and turned slowly. Captain America appeared in the corridor behind the armor at some point, had already worn his equipment, and was holding his vibrating shield in his hand.

"Is there anything wrong, Tony?" he raised his shield before him and asked indifferently, "or maybe I should ask...who are you?"
Chapter completed!