A hazy light pierced through his eyelids, rousing his dormant consciousness...
His fragmented memories played like a poorly edited, drawn-out film... fleeting images flickered past like a hurried parade.
Familiar figures loomed indistinctly in his mind... his old classmate Reed, his ex-girlfriend Susan, and other blurred faces. Some smiled, others wore cold expressions, all like actors on a stage, donning false masks.
A cacophony of noise flooded in like a torrential downpour, invading his brain.
The biting, scornful words grew clearer, each syllable dripping with venom. Negative emotions burned like poison in his gut... Susan leaving him, Reed's sanctimonious advice, the betrayal of his business partners... these scenes replayed endlessly in his mind.
"From now on, there is no Victor von Doom. Only Doctor Doom!"
In the haze, he saw himself shattering a glass case and donning the steel mask gifted by the Latverian government.
Electric currents surged across his metallic body as a wave of hatred and resentment overwhelmed him.
He wanted to scream, but his consciousness felt trapped in a tiny bottle, unable to even turn over.
A raging black flame erupted, consuming Victor von Doom's emotions and memories... his pride bordering on inferiority, his obsessive arrogance, all coalescing into a new personality that seized control of his mind and body!
With a thunderous crash, like the tolling of a great bell, the memories in his mind shattered like glass. Finally, he opened his eyes.
Harsh light stabbed into his retinas, forcing him to squint. As his vision adjusted, he took in his surroundings.
'Hmm… Movement seems restricted...'
He struggled slightly, realizing he was strapped to a metal apparatus resembling an operating table. A surgical lamp hung overhead, and no matter how he twisted his arms, he couldn't budge an inch.
"You woke up faster than expected. By my estimate, you should've been out for at least another ten minutes..."
A young man with a gentle smile stepped into view.
"...Long time no see, Mr. Doom."
"Sean Cyphers?!" Doom's voice emerged hoarse through the mask.
"Who else were you expecting? Your old classmate is too busy celebrating his victory with Miss Storm. They don't have time for the defeated Victor von Doom."
Sean's casual words stabbed deep into Doom's heart, reigniting the poisonous flames of hatred and jealousy. He wanted nothing more than to smash that youthful face into pulp!
"Put away your pointless rage. A fool controlled by emotions doesn't deserve the title of 'Doom'..."
Sean donned a white lab coat and pulled on gloves methodically, looking every bit like a surgeon preparing for an operation.
"What are you doing?" Doom struggled harder, but it was futile.
Ignoring him, Sean busied himself with attaching electrodes to Doom's metallic body, securing horseshoe-shaped coils to his temples.
"Skynet, begin the test."
Before Doom could react, a violent surge of electricity tore through him. Crackling currents danced across his body like serpents, and a searing pain, as if a sharp awl had been driven into his temples, engulfed him.
"AAAAAAHHH!"
Sean remained unfazed by the agonized screams, "Increase the output. This isn't enough to satisfy Mr. Doom's appetite."
The current intensified. Doom's eyes bulged as he desperately tried to focus, struggling to control the electricity coursing through him. A whip-like arc of lightning lashed toward Sean!
"I swear, I'll make you experience this yourse–!"
Before his vengeful oath could fully leave his lips, a powerful energy pulse erupted.
Sean's brow twitched. A faint golden glow emanated from his body, solidifying into a visible force field. He caught the lightning whip in his bare hand, the violent current dissipating as if absorbed into nothingness.
"You… You were also affected by the cosmic storm?! Your genes changed?!" Doom's voice trembled with shock and fear.
His unshakable confidence wavered for the first time.
Sean didn't bother explaining. He gazed down at the disbelieving Doom and said softly, "Look at how insignificant you are now. You thought yourself an invincible titan, only to realize you're nothing but an ant. Your inflated ego crumbles, and now you feel fear… Look at you... Victor von Doom, the self-proclaimed god of destruction, reduced to this."
Meeting those indifferent, fathomless eyes, Doom felt a chill crawl up his spine. Before he could retort, another surge of electricity wracked his body.
Though his metallic form was durable, the repeated shocks inflicted excruciating pain on his nervous system. The high-voltage currents stimulated the nerves beneath his metal skin, as if thousands of needles were stabbing into him.
"You madman! What do you want?!"
For nearly twenty minutes, Doom endured the torment... first screaming, then cursing like a madman. Slowly, his pride and confidence eroded.
"Electrotorture is an ancient art. Since nerves transmit signals via electricity, electric shocks can directly stimulate them without severely damaging the rest of the body. And because the current can be easily adjusted, the victim doesn't build resistance to the pain. Compared to other methods, electrotorture is safer and can be used for extended periods."
Sean paced slowly, watching Doom's metallic body convulse under the current. His voice remained calm.
"Some once believed it could cure illnesses, that electroshock therapy could break addictive behaviors. But I'm using it to make you forget Victor von Doom entirely..."
"...Because your body conducts electricity so well, these currents will penetrate your metal skin, traveling through your nerves to every cell. You'll feel every fiber burning. Your nerves will be stunned, the electricity seeping into your veins, your marrow. Your body will convulse uncontrollably, boiling from the inside out. Even steel bones won't endure it."
Sean lectured like a professor, detailing the nuances of electrotorture. Meanwhile, Doom's iron will teetered on the brink. The currents acted like a scalpel, dissecting his psyche with precision.
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Time crawled by like a sluggish river...
"Please… stop… I've never wronged you…"
The once-arrogant Doctor Doom now lay broken, his voice weak and pleading. Even his last shred of dignity had been stripped away.
Sean checked his watch and smirked, "Not even six hours... I woke you up, restrained you with high-tensile alloy, and treated you to this lavish experience. Did you really think I just wanted to hear worthless begging?"
He stepped closer. Doom didn't even twitch... he had tried countless times, but his lightning attacks had no effect on this monster.
"Then what do you want?!" Doom barely mustered the strength to speak. He couldn't fathom Sean's goal.
"To make you the true Doctor Doom."
"I am–"
Sean cut him off with a wave. Coldly, he stared at the broken figure before him.
"You're just the weak, pathetic Victor von Doom... an ant who grew arrogant after stumbling into power. You're a failure, a wretch who lost everything and could only think of revenge. A fool whose mind is filled with nothing but rage!" As Sean's voice echoed, Doom's fragile consciousness began to shift.
A grand, commanding voice reverberated in his mind, battering his psyche. Each time he resisted, another bolt of electricity lanced through him, drowning his defiance in pain.
After countless cycles, Doom finally surrendered. He let the voice reshape his mind, submitting to its relentless indoctrination.
"I am Doctor Doom. The uncrowned king of Latveria. The founder of the Cult of Doom. The unsurpassable, the supreme!"
His whispered declaration echoed through the empty chamber...
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