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The cold wind swept across the countryside as the figure trudged forward, his silhouette barely visible against the bleak, overcast sky. His movements were steady, purposeful, though the weight of his past seemed to press on his shoulders. Bandages covered his face, leaving only his piercing blue eyes exposed, burning with determination beneath the tattered cloak that shielded him from the elements.

Tyler Skelton had left Union far behind, its towering institutions and hollow promises reduced to bitter memories. The scars they had left on him, both physical and emotional were hidden now, but they fueled every step he took. Latveria lay before him, a land rumored to be cursed, broken by decades of war and misrule, which seemed to fit him just perfectly

It was a place forgotten by the world, much like him. Yet as Tyler's boots crunched over the frost-covered dirt, he couldn't help but feel a strange pull toward it. But he shrugged it as as he walked through villages that seemed to teeter on the edge of existence. The first settlement he encountered was little more than a cluster of crumbling stone houses.

Smoke rose lazily from a few chimneys, and the scent of burning wood mixed with the faint stench of decay. Children in ragged clothes darted between the buildings, their faces smudged with soot and their eyes hollow with hunger. He approached an old man sitting by the road, sharpening a rusted scythe with a whetstone.

The man's hands trembled as he worked, his sunken cheeks evidence of years of hardship. He wore nothing more than ragged clothes, which seemed to not have been washed in months. Tyler looked around as he saw pretty much everyone was like this, and he can tell no one could afford even a single piece of decent clothing.

"What happened here old man," he asked the old man

The old man glanced up, his tired eyes narrowing as they studied the bandaged stranger, his face was covered but he can tell he was strong. After a moment, he spoke, his voice rough and wavering from years of this life.

"What hasn't happened in this cursed land," he asked,"war, plague...the kind of rulers who care more about gold than people. We're left to fend for ourselves most of the time, while they fill their coffers with our hard earnings."

Tyler's gaze swept across the village, noting the patched roofs and the makeshift barricades lining the streets. It was clear that no one had come to their aid in years, he groaned as he knew this type of bullshit. Higher ups profiting off the backs of workers, using their labor to cheat them out of their fair wagings to line their pockets, Union was pretty much know for that

"I take it no one's tried to fix this shithole," Tyler asked, causing the old man to chuckle bitterly, shaking his head.

"Fix, the only thing anyone fixes around here is their grip on power,"the old man said,"the warlords and especially the Baron, they all take they want, but none give back."

Tyler said nothing, but his jaw tightened beneath the bandages, but that makes him flinch as his skin was still raw. He handed the man a small pouch of coins from the limited savings he carried. The old man's eyes widened in surprise, but Tyler was already walking away, not waiting for a response cause he wanted to move on. The old man looked at Tyler, cracking a small old smile as he went back to working

Soon time flies as Tyler traveled the lands, which makes him see how worse the conditions became for Latveria. The countryside was littered with evidence of past conflicts, fields scorched black, skeletal remains of siege towers crumbling under the weight of time. Villages were abandoned entirely, their inhabitants likely driven out by raiders or the promise of safety elsewhere.

Yet even the land itself seemed hostile, the once-fertile soil cracked and barren.

In one particularly desolate town, Tyler encountered a group of refugees huddled around a meager fire in the center of the village. Their clothes were little more than rags, and their faces were gaunt with starvation. A young woman stepped forward, clutching a bundle wrapped in a threadbare blanket.

"Please...stranger," she pleaded,"do you have anything to spare?"

Tyler paused, his gaze falling to the bundle in her arms, hearing the faint whimper of a child came from within. Without a word, he reached into his cloak and produced a small loaf of bread, placing it in her hands along with what money he had left. Her eyes welled with tears as she clutched it to her chest, she looked up to Tyler with a small smile.

"Thank you," she said,"may the gods bless you."

"Gods...hmph," he said with a frown,"the Gods haven't done shit for me in a long time."

In the settlement, Tyler soon began witnessing firsthand the corruption that had gripped Latveria by its roots. Mercenaries patrolled the streets, their weapons gleaming in the pale light, ranging from assault rifles to heavy machine guns. They barked orders at the townsfolk, extorting whatever little they had, even going as far by punching, kicking or threats...and other sinister things that made Tylers blood boil.

Tyler stood in the shadows, watching as a shopkeeper pleaded with a soldier and his goons, who were smiling sickly as they started at his family. He watched as he pretended to be asleep, watching and learning, seeing what to do. He hated it, but he was weak after the accident at Union, so he had to pick his battles for now, but he wanted to do more

"Please, I've already paid this month," the Shopkeeper begged,"I have a family—"

"And I have orders," the mercenary said, not giving a shit,"pay up now, or we'll find something else to take...maybe something to keep us warm at night"

The soldier shoved the man to the ground, drawing laughter from his comrades, as the shopkeeper growled as he saw the deprived looks on the mercenaries faces. Tyler's hands clenched into fists, but he forced himself to move on, as much as he hated it.

But this wasn't his fight, not yet at least. Still, the scene etched itself into his mind, another reminder of the rot he had vowed to tear out.

Timeskip

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the land in hues of orange and red, Tyler's found himself at a base of a mountain shrouded in mist. There, hidden among jagged cliffs and overgrown vegetation, he stumbled onto some ruins when trying to find a place to sleep. They were ancient and imposing, their weathered stone walls carved with symbols that seemed to glow faintly in the dim light.

"Hmm what the hell," he whispered to himself

Tyler stepped forward, the air around him growing colder with each step, his curiosity getting the best of him as he wanted to see what was in them. The ruins exuded an aura of power, a force that seemed to hum just beneath the surface. His breath formed visible puffs in the chilly air as he approached the entrance, an archway covered in vines.

He reached out, brushing the vines aside to reveal a set of intricate carvings, symbols that seemed both alien and familiar at the same time. The pull he had felt throughout his journey to Lavteria grew stronger when he woke up after the accident. He didn't know what it was, but the pull was otherworldly to him, but it felt right to him

As he crossed the threshold of the ruins, a faint glow appeared as the symbols glowed and soon intensified, illuminating the path ahead. The air was thick with an almost tangible energy, and Tyler's heart quickened as he got closer inside. He had no way of knowing what lay within, but for the first time in what felt like a long time, he felt a flicker of hope.

"Well if I die here then at least I do it in peace," he mumbled before walking in

The air inside the ruins was cold and still, almost as though the place had been holding its breath for centuries, or a cold dark monster waiting to rip him apart. The faint glow of the carvings on the walls illuminated the stone corridors, casting eerie shadows that seemed to move on their own. Tyler moved cautiously, his boots echoing softly with each step.

The path led to a vast chamber, its ceiling lost in darkness, which made him think for those cheesy movies he and his friends watched back then. Soon he saw massive pillars, etched with the same glowing symbols, stood like silent sentinels around the room. At its center was a pedestal, carved from black stone, its surface smooth and unmarred by time.

On it rested a mask, gleaming faintly in the ambient light. The mask's design was cold and unforgiving, its metallic surface shaped into a stern visage with narrow eye slits and angular contours that seemed both regal and menacing. It was a face devoid of emotion yet imbued with an undeniable sense of power, and something that Tyler couldn't place.

As Tyler approached, the hum in the air grew louder, the energy around him swirling like an invisible storm. His heartbeat quickened as he drew closer to the pedestal, making him feel the magic radiating from the mask, a force so potent it seemed to whisper to him. He looked around as he could feel the field soft, as if the closer he got, the more powerful it got

"Hmm this seems more then like then a cheap trinket," he whispered,"but it just feels...right?"

He reached out hesitantly, his bandaged fingers hovering over the mask. The closer he got, the stronger the pull became, as though the mask was calling to him, testing his resolve, like it was testing him for some reason. With a deep breath, he placed his hand on its surface, feeling the cold surface of the mask.

Then suddenly the chamber erupted in a blinding flash of light.

Symbols across the walls flared to life, their glow illuminating the room in an intense golden hue. Tyler felt the force surge through him, a torrent of knowledge, power, and visions flooding his mind. Images of ancient rulers, battles fought with both magic and technology, and the rise and fall of civilizations played before his eyes. He saw the pain, the triumphs, the burdens of leadership—and through it all, the mask stood as a constant, a symbol of unwavering authority.

When the light faded, Tyler found himself on his knees, his breathing ragged. The pedestal was empty, and the mask was now in his hands. He stared at it, his reflection distorted in its polished surface. For the first time in years, a sense of purpose, like he finally was given something to make something of himself for once in his life

"What...the hell are you," he asked the mask

"What...do you want," the mask asked him, making him flinch

"What the fuck?! You can talk!?"

"What...do you want? What is it that you wish for, what are you willing to do?"

"...I want to make a world where people are treated as equals, for people to be happy and ensure that they can do their job to protect the innocent. I know it's a naive idea, but it can be reality if I do what it takes to ensure it. I want to lead, to make people see how I can lead them into better lives then the ones they are in now."

"You...wish to rule...to lead to make the land prosper. Then you are truly Master Von Dooms descendent."

"Wait...Von Doom...you mean...Grandpa?"

"Indeed, on your mother's side I presume. Now I must ask...are you willing to do whatever it takes to make your wish come true? Even it means doing the most damning mission?"

Tyler looked at the Mask, then looked around him, seeing the magic symbols from his past. His parents who raised him to be a good man, seeing his time with Blake and friends at Union, then her death and the accident that made him what he was today. He looked back at the mask, tired of people like Union winning, always getting their way and n0 one never stopping them

He slowly removed the bandages, showing off a massively scarred and burnt face, which was caused by the asshole Bakugo cause Tyler stood up against him. He clicked his tongue and moved the mask to his face

"If it means becoming something else to help people, I'll take that chance," he said as he placed it against his face

Soon another bright light happened, and then the ruins soon fell quiet

Back at the village it was normally quiet, its people content with their modest lives, given their current situation. But tonight, fear gripped the hearts of its inhabitants as mercenaries had arrived, their weapons gleaming in the moonlight as they rounded up the villagers in the square. Their leader, a towering brute with a scar running down his cheek, barked orders while his men ransacked homes and dragged out anything of value.

"Listen up, you pay what you owe to the Lord Baron," he yelled,"or we'll burn this place to the ground with you all in it! Got it!?"

The villagers cowered, holding their loved ones close, all scared of what they will do to them. A young boy clung to his mother, his wide eyes filled with terror as she held her only child. The leader smirked, savoring their fear and eyed the women, which made her shiver as it was sicking to him. But before he could say or do anything, the wind shifted.

The air grew heavier, colder and it made everyone unsettled as this was no ordinary wind. From the edge of the square, a figure emerged from the fields, cloaked in black, their face obscured save for the faint glint of metal from a mask, the stranger walked with measured, deliberate steps. As they came close, the light of the fires nearby showed an individual in metal armor with a green cape and hood

"Hey you asshole," one mercenary yelled at them,"stop right there or get a bullet in the skull!"

The figure didn't pause, still walking at a medium pace into the center of the village. The mercenaries raised their weapons, forming a loose line as their leader barked orders, all he saw was a wannabe hero trying to help and look fancy to them.

"Who the hell are you jackass," he barked at him,"this doesn't concern you, so I suggest you piss or die!"

The figure stopped a few paces from the group, turning their head to see the mercenaries aiming all their weapons at him. Slowly, he turned his head back to the leader, then he slowly raised a gloved hand. Power was soon flowing in his gauntlet, which glowed faintly, pulsing with an otherworldly power. Then they spoke, having a metallic voice due to the mask

"Leave this village now," they said, showing it was a male voice,"or suffer the consequences of your actions."

The leader laughed, a cruel, mocking sound.

"You've got guts jackass, I'll give you that," he said as he gestured to the mercs,"boys, teach this metal bitch a lesson."

The mercenaries charged, weapons raised, but the figure moved faster than their eyes could follow. With a flick of his hand, an unseen force hurled the first few men into a wall, their weapons clattering uselessly to the ground. Another mercenary swung his blade, but it stopped mid-air, suspended as though caught by an invisible grip.

The blade wrenched free from his hands, soon turning into a small ball and falling on the ground. One by one, the mercenaries were flung aside like ragdolls, their bodies crashing into crates, walls, and the ground, their bodies breaking on impact. The villagers watched in stunned silence as the figure advanced toward the leader, who now stood alone, his confidence and bravado soon replaced by fear.

"W-What the hell are you," he asked the metal man

The figure stepped closer, the metal mask catching the moonlight. His voice, calm and cold, cut through the night, and soon the old man from before remembered it, it was the stranger from before. Meaning it was Tyler, who raised his hand and used his magic make the man float, and soon started crushing him with unbelievable force

"I am the reckoning this world deserves," Tyler said as he squeezed his hands

The leader screamed as he was being crushed by the magically energy in his armor, making him feel all his bones snap and break. He felt his eyes almost pop out of his skull, making blood gush out in the corner of his eyes

"Please...don't kill me," he begged to save his life

"Why should I, you didn't listen to their pleas when they begged for their lives," Tyler spoke as he increased the force,"when you forced them to pay outlandish taxes, steal from them when they had nothing. Why should I spare the life of a despicable and spineless coward like you?"

"GAH STOP IT, WHO THE HELL ARE YOU EVEN!?"

Tyler soon tilted his head slightly, as though considering the question. He never thought of a name, considering he never wanted to be a Hero, but he needed a name that would inspire fear into his enemies, but to also encourage others to follow him. He hummed as he soon remembered his Grandfather, Victor Von Doom, sadly they hadn't spent much time

But he does remember one lesson from him...Make them remember you for centuries to come

"I am Doctor Doom, soon to be the leader of Latveria," Tyler said,"but I wouldn't worry about that, in fact...you won't have worry about anything...ever again.

The leader's eyes widened in horror as Tyler squeezed his fist, soon making the man scream in pain and agony as he became a giant flesh ball. The ground was covered in blood, making the villagers gasped, their fear replaced by awe as they looked to Tyler. He looked at the others and soon turned around, his cloak billowing in the wind as he strode away from the square.

"Who was that," one villager asked

"A savior...or something more, maybe the gods haven't abandoned us," another said, hands clasped together in prayer

As Tyler walked out of the village, he happened to notice the old man from before, eating some food he stole from the mercs. Tyler raised an eyebrow as he walked to stand by the old man, who tossed him an apple. Tyler looked at the old man before taking a bite, he thanked God he was able to eat with this mask on.

"So kid, seems you've been busy," the old man said

"You can say that," Tyler said,"also question, where is Latverias capital?"

"Hmm oh it's a few miles west of here, it's heavily protected by the Latverian Army. Why, you plan on attacking it and overthrowing the government?"

"Hmm...yeah I might just do that."

"...You are either crazy or a complete psychopath," the old man deadpanned him

"Meh, as long as it can fulfill my goals of making this world a better place for folks like you, those who are pushed down by men like the Baron. That is my mission, to make this world a fair and just world, leading the people into a new era."

"Well kid, you have my vote, if you need any help, come back here. I'll use my scythe to slice the bastards head off if your magic won't do the job."

"Hahaha you got it old man, have a good day. Now if you excuse me, Doctor Doom has a government to overthrow."

Tyler soon walked off, again sensing purpose in his life. He smiled under the mask as he soon walked to the capital, he had an appointment to uphold with the Baron.