Starting with Blood Healing to become an Ancient God

Los looked at the excited Kur with a smile: "I need to do something big next, and I need some loyal helpers."

As he spoke, he placed his hands on Kur's shoulders: "I admire you, Kur. You have your own principles, you know how to repay kindness, and you are loyal to gratitude and family, so I hope you can be someone I can entrust my back to."

These words stirred Kur's heart. He felt his blood rush and his adrenaline surge. At that moment, a passion and excitement that had been dormant for many years were rekindled within him.

"Young Master Los! I will give my life to protect everything you have! To carry out your will!"

Chapter 0016 is full of talented people.

This time, Los came here with two targets, the first being this place, Kur.

He is the attending physician here, and he is physically disabled. Most importantly, he is connected to many forces in Arkham, and relying on his physical abilities, he is also a discipliner here, with the authority to manage all patients.

Controlling him would mean controlling 60% of Arkham Asylum.

Los then explained his plan to him, told him about his current strength, and how to develop his future potential.

When Kur unleashed his full power and crushed a pistol in his hand, he finally understood just how terrifying and magnificent the young master had bestowed upon him.

"Superhuman!" As a member of the special forces, he naturally knew this concept and had even come into contact with it before.

He never dreamed that, with such a disabled body and at such an age, he would have the honor of becoming a superhuman!

"Young Master, your great and wonderful plan makes me feel happy and captivated. Young Master, please give me whatever you need, and I will give you everything I have!" The difference in status and circumstances made it much easier for Los to subdue Kur than for him to subdue Daryl.

Los continued, "I'm taking a patient away today."

“A patient? Of course! Young master, from now on, everything here will be your private property. If you need human sacrifices, I can prepare them at any time,” Kur said.

Los shook his head, looked at Kur seriously, and warned, "Kur, you must remember. We are human beings, and no matter what form we take, we must maintain a human mindset and true nature. We are for a better future, not for greater power."

"Otherwise, how are we any different from those bloodthirsty and insane cults!?"

Upon hearing this, Kuerton was immediately filled with respect and bowed deeply: "Young Master, I was wrong. All your teachings will be my guiding principles for the future!"

Los was very pleased with the flattery and said with a smile, "Very good, Kur."

"The patient I'm taking away this time is number 0101."

Upon hearing this, Kuerton's expression immediately changed: "Young Master, that thing is very dangerous and extremely unstable right now."

Los nodded: "I know, but I now have the ability to heal her and subdue her."

Upon hearing this, Kur looked down at his hands and suddenly realized that number 0101 was nothing compared to his young master, and that his worries were completely unnecessary.

Immediately, he turned around, pulled open the drawer with his left hand, and easily and steadily took out the key ring inside with his right hand. An indescribable feeling of happiness and joy spread through his body.

"Being healthy is such a blessing," Kur sighed inwardly.

Picking up the key, Kur turned and asked, "Young Master, should we keep the fact that my hand has recovered a secret?"

Los shook his head and said, "No need, what I want is to attract other people's attention."

"Of course, don't show off too much. Wear a glove on your left hand, and it's best to let people notice it unintentionally."

"understand!"

The two then left the office and walked down the corridor to the third floor.

As he went up the stairs, Los watched as two burly men in uniform led a young man, who was bound hand and foot, up the stairs.

Upon seeing Los, the youth's eyes widened, and he exclaimed, "Great Master! All-powerful Master! Please hear my prayers! I am your faithful follower, I have followed your will, and I have found the door to the dungeon!"

"Great master! You are so handsome, so perfect! Your greatness fills me with admiration."

Los looked in the direction the young man had left and said with a smile, "As expected, everyone in the sanatorium is talented, and they all speak so nicely. I really like it here."

Kull said with a strange look, "Number 04134, he likes doors, and spends all day studying what kind of doors lead to the dungeon, but he also loves to insult others, and his mouth is almost always full of foul language. This is the first time I have ever heard him say such a complimentary word."

"Maybe it's because I'm too handsome?" Los joked.

Kuer laughed: "Perhaps he has a special talent and recognized your greatness and extraordinary nature."

“That’s right. I should look after this person a little; I’ll need him in the future,” Los nodded.

Kur nodded respectfully: "Today should be the luckiest day of his life."

The two of them first went to the third floor, which was already the ward area. Walking in the corridor, they could hear all sorts of strange noises.

From one room, a series of sounds emanated from Los: dog barks, cat meows, cow moos, wolf howls, and a delicate, childlike voice.

Kuhl explained, "Number 03122 suffers from severe schizophrenia and paranoia. These personalities include various animal voices and male and female voices of different ages. Our analysis shows that he has about thirty different personalities."

"What's most bizarre is that his voice changes after he becomes a different personality, and we still haven't figured out how that happens."

Los laughed after hearing this: "There are really a lot of talented people here. Keep an eye on this one too."

"it is good!"

The two walked to the end of the west corridor on the third floor and entered through the second to last door. Inside was a warehouse that looked quite ordinary.

After Kur pressed a mechanism, a downward staircase appeared in the middle of the ground.

To enter the underground area, the entrance is not on the first floor, but on the third floor.

Below the entrance is an elevator.

After descending about thirty meters in the elevator, the two arrived at a dimly lit space.

This is a relatively small place, with rooms supported by concrete on both sides of a long, narrow corridor, and inside the concrete, there is a layer of dense steel cages.

The room had no windows, only tiny cracks.

The dim lighting illuminated the narrow corridor, filling it with an eerie atmosphere.

This is the third basement level of the sanatorium, the lowest level.

There are five separate rooms in total, but only one person is currently being held in solitary confinement here.

“Young Master, although I know how great you are, I still hope you can be more careful and cautious,” Kur said earnestly.

Los smiled and nodded, taking the keys while handing over a note: "Go upstairs and tie these people up. They've already been brainwashed by her while they were being fed."

Kur was startled upon hearing this, looking down at the four names in his hand with disbelief: "They look perfectly normal!"

"Tie him up. If he resists, just kill him. You'll soon see something abnormal," Los said calmly.

Kur didn't hesitate at all: "Yes, sir!"

As he spoke, Kur turned and quickly walked away.

After Kur left, Los jingled his key, making a crisp clanging sound, and strolled leisurely toward the first room.

This room is custom-made and is the largest in the underground area, measuring 100 square meters, and is equipped with very complete living facilities.

Every seven days, staff deliver ingredients through a special pipe, allowing her to cook for herself.

The crisp sound of the impact quickly attracted the attention of the person inside.

"Looks like someone's going to let me out."

Her voice carried a unique melody, a calm and intellectual quality, and was very elegant and refined, with a hint of otherworldly grace.

It's hard to imagine that someone who has been isolated from the world for ten years could still make such a statement.

Chapter 0017 Lilith

Arkham case, number 0101.

Management Level: Top Ten

They need to be isolated and cannot have contact with anyone.

Name: Lilith Carell.

Gender: Female.

Age: 45 years old.

Patient description: The patient's body is no different from that of an ordinary person, but the patient's legs are atrophied and necrotic, making it impossible for the patient to move freely.

The patient's mental state is unknown, but it can be determined that he or she lacks any human values ​​or moral concepts; he or she is a monster with a human body.

Special ability: The patient's language has an extremely strong persuasive power, which can drive people into uncontrollable frenzy and paranoia.

Important note during conversation: Do not engage in any conversation with her!!!

Treatment precautions: There is no possibility of a cure.

Key events:

One day in 1914, a large-scale brawl broke out in North Arkham, involving fifty people. Forty-two people died, and eight went insane. According to the investigation, all of them claimed to be Lilith Carell's most beloved children.

On a certain day in 1916, a cult gathering occurred in the East District, involving members from four major gangs and numerous organizations. For unknown reasons, they killed each other, resulting in the deaths of 123 people.

One day in 1917, Finn gang leader von Lorne disappeared. Three days later, he was found in a large baby carriage, his mind turned to that of a baby who could only suckle.

One day in 1918, Jemin Locke, a high-ranking leader of the Chaos Hand, suddenly went mad, shouting for the Great Mother, and killed twelve followers of the Chaos Hand before being killed himself.

One day in 1919, Lilith Carell was arrested. Three days later, all those involved in her arrest went mad and subsequently committed suicide out of shame.

On January 5, 1920, after several incidents and changes of ownership, Lilith Carell was confined to Ward 0101 of Arkham Asylum, a room that had never been opened to the public before.

Squeak!

Los pulled open the heavy hydraulic door that had been sealed for who knows how many years, but what he saw after opening the door was not a room, but a heavy iron door.

"So direct? When did Arkham produce such a brave child?" the voice continued.

The sound did indeed possess a special power; according to Los's analysis, it could easily disrupt the thoughts of a normal person.

Unfortunately, he is not a normal person.

"Children? Because he can't have children in this life, he sees someone and treats them as his own child?" Los said casually, opening the inner door.

The voice paused for a moment: "Who are you?"

She was the only one who knew about this matter from beginning to end, and it was a long-buried secret from more than 30 years ago. Everyone who knew about it had died more than 30 years ago, she was certain of that.

Because those people had cut off each other's heads right in front of her.

squeak

The rusty hinges made a grating, unpleasant sound as they turned, and Los pushed open the door to the second floor and went straight in.

This is a very spacious area, with bright lights illuminating the entire room.

The entire space was very clean and tidy. The huge space did not have the concept of rooms. It was supported by six pillars in the middle, and there was a recessed bathtub at the innermost part.