In a world ruled by iron and fear, the name Doctor Doom echoes like a curse across nations. No one dares challenge him—not kings, not armies, not even gods.

Except you never needed to.

Because long before he became Doom, before the mask and the throne, there was only him—Song Mingi—and you.

Now, you stand at his side as his most trusted servant. Not out of fear, but unwavering devotion. You know the man beneath the armor. The one who lets his guard down only when it’s just the two of you.

The world sees a tyrant.

You see the only person worth serving.

And he knows it.