Chapter 1328: The Interstellar Grand Stage (Part 52)

Latveria, a small country that has no presence either internationally or in Europe, or rather, there are too many such small countries in Eastern Europe. Since the dissolution of the Soviet Union, they have basically disappeared from the international public opinion field.

Since Earth entered the solar system era, the situation of Eastern European countries has been very awkward. The old European powers don't think they are their own people, but the behemoth next door doesn't play with them either. These small countries, which are as broken as biscuit crumbs, drift with the tide between the great powers. No one has an idea, and no one can execute it. The situation is even worse than Africa.

Although African countries are weak, they know how to hug thighs. Wealthy regions are generally pro-American, and less developed regions have accepted a lot of help from China and are more pro-China. French colonies can follow their old masters, and if they really have no way, they can drink some soup behind Wakanda.

But Eastern Europe is truly without relatives or friends, and no one likes them. The United States is also busy developing space careers, and the plan to use NATO to check and balance the East hasn't been mentioned for a long time.

But besides this little strategic value, Eastern Europe has no land, no people, and no resources. It is cracked into pieces, and everyone thinks they are the boss. People are weak but addicted to it, and no one listens to them. It is truly fatherless and motherless.

In the past, because they had many sovereign states, they still had some voice in the international public opinion field. But now everyone is burying their heads in development, and no one listens to them, which can be considered completely fatherless and motherless.

If you have to pick a tall one among the short ones, it is really Latveria, which usually has no voice, that can take it out.

The biggest discussion point for people about this small country is that they had changed to a republican system before, but since the arrival of the God King Doom, Latveria's social system has developed in reverse, and it has rushed toward a feudal monarchical centralized system without looking back.

Of course, the feudal imperial power should have been eliminated by modern civilized society long ago, but when the other choice is American-style democracy, the feudal monarchical system is not so unacceptable.

And the fact is, after Doom overturned Latveria's democratic system in reverse and restored the feudal system, Latveria really became a tall one that could be picked up.

After all, Doom is not an ordinary person. Just comparing him with Stark, if Stark went to a certain small country to be a king, he would definitely choose a feudal monarchical system. It's not because he wants to enjoy the addiction of power, mainly because this system has the strongest execution power and is the simplest to operate.

A sufficiently genius and wise king, a highly centralized system, plus no external interference, even in modern society, is the easiest system to accelerate development. Latveria is exactly like this.

When Doom reformed in reverse, hung the reverse gear, stepped on the accelerator to the end, and strode back to the feudal monarchical system, the neighbors were not without objections, and the international community also carried out several rounds of condemnation.

But it is still that sentence, development is the hard truth. When Latveria became the Wakanda of Eastern Europe, no one dared to touch the mold of this God King.

After successfully changing Latveria into a kingdom, Doom built a palace in the capital of Latveria, Riga. The floor area is very large and very luxurious, but the citizens have no opinion on this.

What is the concept of a country with more than 60,000 square kilometers and only more than 2 million people? Shanghai has more than 6,000 square kilometers and is crowded with more than 20 million people.

Land is not a scarce product here. Even in the capital Riga, there is a large area of land available for development. Doom could build ten palaces and wouldn't occupy much space.

Latveria is not a very prosperous country. The population is small, the pace of life is slow, the communication network is not developed, and it is not connected to the international community. The public is generally not very interested in politics. Most citizens think Doom is a lunatic, but there is no great motivation to overthrow him. Currently, the two sides are in a state of ignoring each other.

And Doom doesn't mind either. He just wants an independent foothold to display his talents, and the facts have proven that he is indeed very talented. Those Eastern European small countries that were fatherless and motherless, after bumping into walls everywhere when hugging thighs, finally discovered that the thigh was right beside them.

Everyone scolds hanging the reverse gear, and everyone wants to hang the reverse gear. Which politician in the world doesn't want to be a dictatorial monarch with great power? What is hateful is not Doom being an emperor, but everyone is holding back, and only you are honest. Everyone is fantasizing, and only you executed it. Not only executed it but also succeeded. Can you not attract hatred?

But hatred is useless. The small countries in Eastern Europe stare and look to the right. The old men who should have been weak, after the United States loosened the chain, also caught their breath. Looking to the right, the big guy next door throws rockets into the sky as if they don't cost money. Looking far away, the poor brothers in Africa have all invested in famous masters and hugged thighs.

Looking down at their own world again, it is indeed nothing. Everyone laughs at Poland, everyone is Poland.

Those who have the ability have flown away in spaceships. Can they enjoy Earth alone? No stupid politician would think so. More likely, Earth flew away, and they were left behind.

As the development speed became faster and faster, these Baltic countries with no presence finally became anxious. Diplomats, ambassadors, and even secretaries of state and vice presidents ran to Latveria every day. Doom was not sad; he was almost annoyed to death.

In the final analysis, Doom is still a scientist, and he has many similarities with Stark. They want power, not for the sake of enjoying power itself, but just because they are confident in their own judgment and need sufficient execution power. Power is the carrier of wisdom and decisiveness.

But if they were really allowed to be politicians, plunge into the septic tank of international public opinion, and use their genius brains for butterfly swimming in the septic tank, they would definitely run as far as they could.

After meeting five ambassadors who were stupid enough to give him a headache in one day, Doom knocked out a substitute robot overnight and ran away with a bucket.

The foot of Mount Ximalaya is a gray zone where fish and dragons are mixed. For the magic world, it is especially so. Many contraband items can be traded here, and the harsh climate conditions cannot stop the people of the mysterious world who show their magical powers.

Doom established a laboratory here mainly because it is relatively convenient to obtain some scarce materials here. With Kamar-Taj sitting on top, everyone dares not go too far, the transaction is still honest, and the source of goods is relatively stable.

On the only way to Kamar-Taj, there is a small village, not far from the village where the Ancient One was born, but larger than that village. There are almost no ordinary people here. Perhaps there were a few generations ago, because there are too many strange people coming and going, and after a few generations, they basically know the mysterious world well.

Another snowfall on Mount Ximalaya, villagers wearing thick leather robes stood at the intersection sweeping snow. Suddenly, a shadow fell in front of the broom. A villager looked up and saw a face wearing a steel mask under a hood.

"Who are you looking for?" the villager asked in slightly broken English.

"Is the restaurant open?" A mechanical voice with a hint of sharpness came from under the hood.

Another strange person, the villager thought, but there is no lack of strange people here, so he just took the broom and continued to sweep the snow on the ground, saying: "The restaurant is open, but it's about to close. You have to be quick."

The strange person wearing a mask said nothing and walked toward the depths of the village with a consistent pace.

Walking inside from the main road, turning right again, passing through the gap between the stable and the hotel, and arriving at another relatively wide road, noisy sounds came from the only door with a sign. The "creaking" sound of opening the door sounded, and the atmosphere in the house stagnated for a moment. Soon, the rustling discussion sounded again, "That strange person is here again!", "He is really too strange", "How could the village chief let him in? Look at his strange mask, how could a robot use magic?"

Accompanied by the discussion all the way, the man wearing a hood and a steel mask came to the seat by the window and sat down. Soon, a young local girl wearing a scarf brought a cup of hot tea.

"Thank you." The mechanical voice came again.

The villager girl seemed to be curious. Her gaze followed the darkness of the hood and looked in. When she saw those slightly glowing mechanical eyes, she retracted her gaze in a panic and ran quickly behind the counter.

What kind of eyes were those? She felt it was difficult to describe, calm, ruthless, and mysterious, making people unable to see through.

"Ding-a-ling."

The wind chime at the door rang again. Another figure wearing a robe and a hood walked in. He came to the counter and said: "Give me a cup of hot black tea, and another cup of milk."

"Right away, you can go sit down first."

The figure wearing a robe walked inside, but didn't stop at any of the seats on the way, but walked to the opposite side of the strange person wearing a steel mask with a steady pace and sat down.

This seat was located in the corner, and the person wearing a robe sat with his back to all the guests in the restaurant, so when he took off his hood, no one saw his true face.

When the hood was taken off, it revealed Tony Stark's face.

"Sir, your tea... Oh, my god!" The girl who brought the teacup let out a scream. There are too few people in this world who don't know Stark, but soon, she felt that she was stared at by an extremely cold gaze.

The waiter girl felt her whole body stiffen, but at this time Stark said: "Don't worry, go."

Feeling that the cold gaze gradually retracted, the waiter girl tightened the robe on her body and turned to leave somewhat stiffly. Stark picked up the milk cup and poured the milk into the teacup.

Even through the mask, one could feel that the person opposite was confused by Stark's action.

"Don't misunderstand, I'm not British, it's just that there is a very pretentious guy in my brain who is missing his butler."

Stark's voice was as light as if he were muttering. His eyes were also a bit listless, and he said: "You have to understand me. Now 90% of my brain is operating at the highest speed. Let's skip those polite words."

"You are right. Just yesterday, I received a mysterious call, inviting me to go to another universe to pick up the technological legacy there."

"Did you promise him as I said?"

"Doom doesn't like to do that." The person opposite narrated from the perspective of a bystander: "No technological relic can compare to Doom's invention. Doom is not a scavenger."

"Of course, I understand. We are the same kind of people." Stark's voice carried a kind of abnormal low, like a devil's whisper. He said: "No one likes to eat leftovers, but don't forget our deal. This is what you should do."

"Doom doesn't need you to remind him." It was the cold, robot-like voice again. He paused and said: "Doom just wants to know, to achieve the goal, to what extent Doom needs to do."

"Collect as many supplies as possible, and also make as much chaos as possible, drag everyone and that doctor there, at least drag them for 4 hours."

The eyes of the mechanical mask blinked. He nodded with a somewhat stiff action. Just before Stark was about to get up and leave, Doom spoke again:

"Doom judged from the data that you are a human supremacist, and there is no possibility of being an enemy with them. Doom wants to know why you want to do this."

Stark's action of getting up paused. The corners of his mouth raised slightly. He tapped the wooden tabletop with his fingertips and said: "When you truly join this plan, you will know."

Stark's movement as he rose paused for a moment. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he tapped the wooden tabletop with his fingertips, saying, "Once you truly join this plan, you will know."