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"Honestly, I really don't want to get involved in your affairs."
Shasha pondered, but in her heart, she was contemplating another matter. Completing the mission required thwarting the Black Queen's schemes, which meant opposing her, thus eliminating any possibility of cooperation between the two.
"So you mean to choose neutrality?" The Black Queen picked up a glass of red wine and gently swirled it. "But do you know how difficult it is to remain neutral in Hellfire? When I go to war with her, no one will be able to choose neutrality in this conflict. Remember, no exceptions!"
Shasha frowned, a playful smile appearing on her face. "So what you're saying, Black Queen, is that I must make a choice today?"
The Black Queen elegantly nodded, her lips curling slightly. "Mr. Samar, I believe I don't need to elaborate on your importance. Otherwise, Emma Frost wouldn't have granted you the title of White Bishop the moment you entered the club."
Sighing, Shasha feigned difficulty and remained silent, sensing something was amiss.
After a moment, as if going through a series of thoughts, Shasha finally shook his head. "I'm sorry, but I must decline your kind offer."
The Black Queen raised an eyebrow, surprised. "Do you know what you're refusing?"
Shasha slowly stood up, adjusting his collar and sleeves. "I don't know exactly what I'm refusing, but I do know one thing: integrity is important. If you were the one to invite me at the start, then I would maintain this attitude when facing the White Queen as well."
With that said, he turned and left without looking back.
Watching Shasha's figure disappear, the Black Queen felt neither disappointment nor anger at his abrupt departure; instead, there was a hint of admiration. She turned her gaze toward the second floor of the parlor and chuckled softly. "It seems you've found the right person."
The door opened, revealing an unexpected figure.
The White Queen, Emma Frost.
"What? Are you envious?" The White Queen scoffed. "You think I haven't noticed you trying to poach my people right in front of me?"
"One thing at a time; we had an agreement that neither of us would interfere with each other's recruitment," the Black Queen replied lazily as she leaned back on the sofa, stifling a yawn while maintaining her elegance. "So even if you do this, I'm not in the wrong."
The White Queen casually took the seat that Shasha had just vacated, crossing her legs and folding her arms as she coldly regarded her. "Indeed, there was a warning beforehand, but your methods are rather despicable. If I hadn't been here just now, you would have likely resorted to your usual threats, wouldn't you?"
The Black Queen sighed and shook her head. "You remain as 'upright' as ever, never learning what conspiracy truly means."
"So it was you who pushed Sebastian off the pedestal, not me," the White Queen scoffed before rising to her feet. "This is the last time; the next time we meet, one of us must emerge as the sole victor."
As she watched the White Queen leave, a faint smirk played at the corners of the Black Queen's mouth.
Unbeknownst to Shasha as he departed, he had nearly become a 'sacrifice' in the struggle between the two queens. His mind was occupied with thoughts about Tony.
According to the original timeline, Iron Man faced off against the villain Whiplash, Ivan Vanko, who was brought in by Justin Hammer to deal with Tony. However, Justin Hammer had long since vanished from the scene, and Hammer Industries had become a relic of history. So who would bring forth Whiplash now?
In truth, Shasha's worries were unfounded; the world's corrective forces were quite strong. Even if changes were made, it would gradually restore itself back on track.
In the frigid depths of Moscow, within a slum.
A middle-aged man with nearly white hair looked sorrowfully at the old man lying on the bed—his father—who could no longer speak. Even his body was growing colder with the dropping temperature.
He was once a world-renowned scientist but had ultimately fallen into poverty and died far from home.
All of this could be blamed on his father's former partner, Howard Stark!
"You took my father's research and gained so much glory from it. Don't you and your son feel any shame?" Ivan's eyes burned with endless anger and hatred as he watched Tony announce to the public that he was Iron Man on repeat on the television. "Damn thief! I will make you pay for this!"
With a furious punch, he smashed the television to pieces.
Still seething with rage, Ivan suddenly turned his cold gaze toward the door. A figure in a suit, resembling a successful businessman, stood quietly watching him. Slowly, he spoke, "I can offer you a chance for revenge."
"I'll work with you!" Ivan replied without hesitation, having seen the same hatred reflected in the other man's eyes.
Shasha was not the only one facing trouble; Tony was about to encounter his own issues as well.
Looking at the woman before her, who bore a striking resemblance to Jessica Alba, Shasha felt a headache coming on.
With her captivating looks and golden hair that Westerners adored, she had a curvy figure that would make any man’s heart race.
Even without much guesswork, it was clear what this woman's identity was, and there was no need for the information laid out before Shasha.
Susan Stone, 26 years old, majoring in Business Management with a minor in Energy Analysis.
Logically, she should have been working at Victor Doom's company. So why was she here at Samar Industrial?
If she wasn’t around, how would the Fantastic Four come into existence? How would Doctor Doom be born?
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