Chapter 178 - My CO Stash #78 - Dr Doom: Shield Hero by burgerkingpolicedepartment (FantasticFourXRisingOfTheShieldHero) (1/2)
-Seriously, this is why I love fanfics lol. Dr Doom summoned as the Shield Hero~ Author really nailed Doom's character.
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Sypnosis: Victor Von Doom still has yet to defeat his rival, Reed Richards. Not willing to accept defeat, he decides to look towards his own collection of books in his study for inspiration. When he finds a book he didn't recognize, he was summoned to another world against his will with three others to fight against the Waves of Calamity!
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Chapter 1
Undoubtedly, there would be games being played, feasts eaten, and lively conversations on this day. All of these things are done for the ruler of the country, Latveria, a lone dictator in his castle. It was a requirement that day, for the celebration of his birth was the reason for such festivities. The people had no pause with this national holiday, for this dictator was not an abuser of his people.
All people went with food and shelter, they were protected, and they were happy to serve under him! However, for this birthday, the dictator decided it was not the day to enjoy himself.
He stood in the dimly lit library, gazing upon his collection of literature. His green cape was still and hanging from his shoulders as his arms crossed, encased in metal. His eyes were the only thing that moved, skimming over everything for inspiration.
After a few minutes of skimming, the ruler clenched his metal hand, then grunted before turning his green hooded, metal encased head to the right.
A servant of his bowed his head, ”Sire, are you sure you don't want to celebrate with your subordinates? They are eagerly awaiting your presence.”
There was a pause before he answered, voice deep and bold with a slight echo from the metal helmet, ”I have celebrated many times, the day of my birth.” He turned back to the books, ”Sadly, today is not cause for celebration on my part. I have yet to prove myself superior to that pest Richards. Just days ago, he subdued my attempt to do just that!”
”May I inquire, then, as to why you've decided to come to the study rather than the War Room?”
The answer was as simple as, ”Inspiration.” The ruler waved his hand and the servant gave his leave of the study through the double dark oak doors.
”However, there is something peculiar about this particular plus.” A metal hand clasped a book with a red spine with golden accents. He pulled to book from the shelf with a frown, ”When had this book been acquired by my hands? I wonder.”
2….. Sword Cardinal Hero
3….. Spear Cardinal Hero
4….. Bow Cardinal Hero
5….. Shield Cardinal Hero
Following that was a familiar phrase;
6….. Yggdrasil
Norse mythology? Perhaps I could use Thor against Richards somehow. The idea was thrown around in his head before he began to skim through the pages.
The hero pages seemed to just simply be descriptions, which was odd enough as it was. The metal clad man never heard of a mythological story begins with descriptions of the characters. A play's script, perhaps?
Even more peculiar was that the fourth hero, the Shield Hero, had a blank page other than the words, Shield Hero, along the top.
”How has this even managed to make it through the entrance?”
Once the man finished his sentence he went to close the book with a sigh. Simultaneously, the floor around him began to glow in a blinding circle!
Mystical arts outside of my own creation made it into my domain!?
The armored man threw the book aside, then stretched both hands out to the side. From his hands, his own magic began to imbue from his fingertips. His green aura combined with the light from the incantation began uncovered the details of the study that were once obscured by darkness.
The king closed his eyes and began to absorb what information he could feel from the incantation. He searched for any resemblance of this magic to his own magical spells and feats. It wasn't long at all before he deciphered it to being-.
”A summon?” He began to immediately conjure his own spell. A simple one, but in order to counter this summon, he would have to break out of the circle, something impossible to be avoided by simply stepping out of it.
The metal hands began gesturing, causing different spells to be brought forward as obstacles to the summoning. This summon circle was a powerful one, which isn't to say it was unbreakable for the ruler. In fact, breaking out of it would be simple in of itself. However, this summon circle was already almost complete!
”You will not win this battle!”
Deep down, however, the man knew he would be summoned to wherever he was forced to. There simply wasn't enough time to properly break the spell. Within seconds, the green and chrome leader of Latveria would be overtaken by this force.
The man opened his eyes and the blue light died as quickly as it spawned into existence. Through the wall of light, he could see three others around him within a similar, larger summoning circle.
Another boy was wearing a darker set of clothes, which complimented his black hair and blue eyes. His outfit consisted of a dark blue jacket zipped up halfway on top of a black turtleneck. Below that was a simple pair of black jeans.
The third boy had wavy hair the color of sand with eyes to match that shade of brown. He wore a green suit with a red tie over a white dress shirt. Upon either side of his c_h_e_s_t was a b_r_e_a_s_t pocket with a white lip. There were two columns of buttons, made of a kind of bronze colored, shiny plastic.
The most peculiar thing the ruler of Latveria noticed about the three boys was what was being held in their hands. The boy in red had a spear in his right hand. The boy in blue had a sword in the same hand. The boy in green held a bow in his left hand.
They have the same weapons… the metal clad man looked down at his right arm, noticing a shield connected to his forearm. As do I, have the same weapons as the book mentioned.
Outside of the finally dispersed circle was men in robes, all of which surrounded the circle. In front of the four a single man put his hood down, showing an older mage with greyed hair along the sides of his head. He smiled, and looked to the four that were summoned.
The ruler was the first to speak up, ”What is the meaning of your forcing me to this place?”
His voice boomed, causing the mage to step back. The boys also jumped at the sudden eruption.
The mage raised his hands, ”Ah, so you're the one that made the summon more difficult for us all.”
”Dodge the question once more,” the ruler warned, ”and I will stake your head upon the border of my nation!”
”T-the king is the one that asked for the summon! He wanted to be the one to explain the summoning to you.”
The boy in red spoke up, ”Hey, pal!” The Latverian turned to meet his gaze, ”What are you doing? We were summoned as heroes, we're obviously supposed to save this world from-.”
”This world's problems are not mine to resolve!” The metal clad man marched forward, narrowing his gaze through the metal helmet, ”I know not, nor do I care for this world.”
The boy in red swallowed his now dry mouth before the boy in green spoke up, ”I doubt they would summon us to this world without some form of payment.” He turned to the speaking mage, ”You are planning on paying the four of us, correct?”
The mage nodded, ”Indeed, we are willing to pay a heavy price for all of your help! But first, we must speak to the king immediately. He's been expecting all of you.”
The irritated man crossed his arms, giving in to the offer of speaking to the ruler of this nation.
The mage beckoned the four to follow, and the Latverian ruler took the lead. Along the way to the king, a glimpse of the city could be seen. It had a similar look to Latveria from what he could see, except obviously less technologically advanced.
When they finally got to the throne room, the four summoned stood side by side on the red carpet that began at the entrance of the large wooden doors that measured closer to the entrance of the Latverian castle.
The carpet led to the throne, which sat an older man with a golden crown with a large purple gem in the middle of the design upon his light grey hair. His entire outfit matched the cliché of a king, with the exception of the red colors being replaced by the same purple shade as the gem upon his head.