Starting with Blood Healing to become an Ancient God

Because of this disease, he lost almost all his voice in the family. He couldn't even stand up straight in front of his brother. The torment and pain he endured were unimaginable to others.

Borg remained silent for a full five minutes before slowly raising his head and asking, "Is that not enough to entice me? Can you now demonstrate some special abilities that will convince me?"

Upon hearing this, Los did not refuse, because Arkham's future shipbuilding endeavors would still need this young master's help.

And from the very beginning, he saw even more potential in this young master.

So Los said, "Could you give me that gun behind you?"

Upon hearing this, Borg froze for a moment, then readily handed over a pistol.

Taking the pure metal weapon, Los easily twisted and squeezed the gun barrel with both hands.

Instantly, the pistol was easily crushed into a ball of iron by Los, just like a piece of waste paper.

Upon seeing this, Borg's eyes widened in disbelief and shock. He murmured as he took back the iron ball. Its texture and weight told him that this was not an illusion, nor was it hypnosis, but something real.

Just then, Los's alluring whispers came again.

“In Arkham, there are many such people. We can now not only cure infertility, but even regenerate severed limbs.”

Upon hearing this, Borg suddenly raised his head, swallowed hard, and asked, "What do you want?"

At this point, Borg wouldn't completely believe Los's words, but he at least thought that this person possessed some special abilities.

Los leaned back on the sofa and said, "Arkham has been through a lot lately, and many businesses are in dire need of rebuilding. As the mayor, it's natural for me to find ways to revitalize the city."

“We plan to build a shipyard, expand the port, and take over some of Innsmouth’s business. Naturally, we will need the support and assistance of the Lewy family in this process.”

After listening, Borg asked incredulously, "That's all?"

"Of course not. I also hope that we can establish a long-term cooperation in the future. Arkham aims to dominate the maritime transport along the entire northeastern coast."

Hearing this, Borg's previously burning passion gradually calmed down, and he said, "I can help you with shipbuilding and port construction, and I can get you the relevant authorizations."

"But in terms of business operations, my current capabilities are not sufficient."

Los smiled and said, "You may not be able to do it now, but that doesn't mean you won't be able to in the future. In the near future, your body will become very healthy, and if you wish, you may even gain some special powers."

"Once you prove that your masculinity has been restored, your status in the family will naturally gradually recover, and that is your opportunity."

Upon hearing this, Borg narrowed his eyes slightly: "You want to help me gain the right to inherit the family business?"

Los countered, "Why not? We have an old Arkham saying: 'If you're going to help someone, help them to the very end.' Since our friendship is strong enough and we share common interests, why not continue this mutually beneficial cooperation for a long time?"

After a few seconds of silence, Borg asked, "Do you know what my eldest and second eldest brothers represent?"

“They’re nothing more than the military faction,” Los said casually.

Borg keenly noticed the problem: "Are you a member of the Queen's faction?"

Los stood up and looked out the window: "Strictly speaking, I don't belong to the Queen's faction, but the Queen now hopes that I can help her get rid of the military faction, and I happen to have plans in that regard as well."

“You’re insane. You have no idea how terrifying the power of that army is,” Borg said.

Los smiled and said, "They have their methods, and I have my trump cards. If you are truly willing to let your two brothers become heirs and live a muddled life forever in their shadow, you don't have to cooperate with a madman like me."

Borg laughed upon hearing this, though his laughter now appeared somewhat sinister: "I'd rather die in madness than live like this forever, like a dog."

“Los Arkham, I admire your courage and current abilities. I will head to Arkham tomorrow, and if you can truly deliver on everything you said today, I'm willing to go crazy with you to the very end.”

Years of inferiority and pressure have caused a huge distortion in his mind.

He needs an outlet for his frustration.

Upon hearing this, Los laughed happily, extended his hand, and said, "Congratulations, future heir of the Ryuk family, you have made an absolutely correct decision today."

Borg also reached out and shook Los's hand, saying, "Mayor Arkham, I hope we can reach the end of this crazy road together."

And so, the two of them happily reached an agreement.

“You’ll need to release those mermaids in a bit. Mermaid blood won’t give men any special abilities, nor will it cure your illness,” Los said.

Borg didn't agree immediately: "You may not know, but a mermaid here costs around 200,000 Rosa coins on the black market."

Los waved his hand and said with an air of dominance, "I don't care about money. They are my subjects, and now they are under the protection of Arkham."

Chapter 0172 He only became obedient after being beaten up

"Your subjects?" Upon hearing this, Borg felt that the excuse Los had come up with was somewhat ridiculous.

Los naturally saw through Borg's thoughts: "Don't try any dangerous ideas, or the consequences will be very serious."

Upon hearing Los's words, Borg felt extremely displeased, feeling that this little mayor was putting on airs in front of him.

Just then, there was a rapid knocking at the living room door.

Borg frowned slightly and said, "Come in!"

Then, the old captain pushed open the door and came in, saying, "Young master, Captain Harry has gone off on his own to capture mermaids!"

Upon hearing this, Borg frowned slightly: "Who gave the order?"

"Captain Harry said it was an order from the Navy and that he had obtained a warrant from the Navy to make the arrest."

Borg's face immediately showed obvious displeasure.

A naval order?

He knew very well that this naval order was his elder brother's order.

All three ships belonged to him, and the captains were naturally his subordinates.

But recently, as their own situation has become increasingly dire, these captains have begun to have other ideas.

Captain Harry was one of the most active among them.

Borg originally planned to replace him for this voyage, but after some consideration, he realized that he couldn't find a suitable replacement among his subordinates!

At this moment, Los, who was standing to the side, said with a smile, "It seems that some people are already getting restless and are preparing to find new ways out for themselves."

Upon hearing Los's words, Borg's heart skipped a beat. He looked at Los and asked, "Mayor Arkham, as you can see, I am somewhat powerless to do anything about this. I wonder what your subordinates should do?"

Los stepped out of the cabin and said, "I'm really sorry, but I'm afraid your ship is gone."

boom!

No sooner had they finished speaking than the three of them heard a deafening explosion.

Borg's expression changed drastically, and he and the old captain hurriedly ran down the corridor to the deck.

Meanwhile, many crew members from the other three ships heard the noise and ran out in shock.

Looking in the direction of the explosion, you can see the whaling ship that had left port without authorization. The Harpoon was engulfed in flames, and it looked like the engine room and all the fuel had exploded and burned.

Even from over a hundred meters away, you could clearly see the crew members, their bodies ablaze, struggling, crying out as they jumped into the sea.

Click! Click! Click!

At this moment, a series of ear-piercing sounds came from the hundred-meter-long ship.

Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, it was neatly divided in two from the middle.

It was as if it had been cut in half by an incredibly sharp, giant cleaver.

Ahhhhh!

Countless desperate screams rang out as the massive ship sank rapidly at a visible speed.

Meanwhile, at the bow of the ship, before it sank, a tall, thin young man dressed in very ordinary clothes, his entire body covered in tattoos, stood quietly, watching the ship sink, as if this astonishing event was his doing.

At that moment, the mermaids, who had been trapped in the shallow waters, seemed to hear a command and swam toward the silent ship.

Then, they bared their fangs and extended their sharp claws.

In an instant, the crew members, who were still rejoicing at surviving the ordeal, were dragged directly into the sea by the monster in the ocean.

There were no screams; in the silence, the seawater around the ship quickly turned red.

Everyone on the remaining three ships was completely stunned by what they saw. In just five minutes, what had happened?

What kind of terrifying force could possibly cut such a massive ship in half?

Borg gripped the railing tightly with both hands, his body trembling slightly.

His face was pale, and his wide eyes were filled with terror.

The old captain seemed to have experienced many storms and heavy rains; although his body was trembling slightly, he remained relatively calm overall.

He turned his head slightly to look at Los, who had a calm expression, but did not say anything.

Los's soothing voice pulled Borg back to reality from his terrifying nightmare.

"I wonder if this is a very serious consequence for you?"

Borg's somewhat dilated pupils regained focus, his heart filled with terror and bleeding.

This ship is his private property. The cost of this whaling ship is a full one million Rosa coins. More importantly, the other equipment and personnel on board are priceless.

But no matter how much blood he shed, no matter how angry he became, he was quickly overwhelmed by fear.

He couldn't imagine what kind of power could instantly cleave such a large ship in two!

Although he knew of some superhumans, he was well aware that even thousands of superhumans combined could not possess such terrifying destructive power.

Borg's eyes were faintly red as he turned to look at Los.

Before he could speak, the old captain suddenly shouted, "Watch out!"

boom!

No sooner had he finished speaking than a heavy thud resounded, and then Borg felt the entire deck of the ship shudder.

He turned his head instantly and was utterly horrified to find that the tall, thin figure that had been a hundred meters away just a second ago had suddenly descended from the sky and appeared directly behind him.

Before he could react, the pale hand grabbed his neck and lifted him up.

At this moment, for the first time in his life, Borg felt so close to death, and for the first time felt utterly overwhelmed by fear and despair.

His deathly pale skin, sunken eye sockets, strange eyes, and tall, thin body, combined with his black clothes, gave him a terrifying power, like a death god descended from hell, making anyone who faced him completely lose the courage to resist.

"Mayor Arkham!" Borg was terrified, but the old captain was not.

The moment Kos landed, the old captain first stopped the guards from attacking, then sincerely begged Los for help.

Los said to Kos, "Put him down. He didn't order this attack."

Upon hearing this, he casually tossed Borg to the ground and turned to ask, "Mayor, what should we do with them?"