Starting with Blood Healing to become an Ancient God

The books on his desk, as if possessing a life of their own, turned on their own and then closed.

The complex and obscure content flowed by like water as I turned the pages, until finally everything settled down, leaving only the book's cover with its strangely crooked title: "The Great King in Yellow."

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The next morning, Los and Lilith did not receive the breakfast prepared by Carrington.

Because yesterday afternoon, Carrington had already set off for Dunwich with Charles.

The two still went to the Bee Restaurant and ordered a large breakfast full of sugar and calories.

During the meal, Lilith gave Los a brief report on the abilities of the wolf head mask.

"Based on our assessment, this wolf head mask is now considered our new containment object. According to the data card written by Dr. Poch, its number is 52001, and its name, based on Charlemagne's suggestion, is 'The Defiled Oath'."

Los stuffed a large waffle into his mouth, then took a big bite of chocolate ice cream and asked, "Has Poch completed the data system on containment objects?"

Lilith nodded: "Yes, Dr. Poch is very enthusiastic about doing this kind of thing. We have already reorganized and formatted the information on the guilty, and the first comprehensive data card of our shelter has been completed."

"Well done!" Los was very pleased after hearing this, and then said, "Continue with the tainted oath."

Lilith: "We are not destructive to the overall power of the tainted oath. It is not active on its own, but if it attaches to a human body and is taken in by a human, it will cause great pollution to the host and fill his will with a lot of crazy, indescribable things."

"However, rather than being stuffed in, it's more like establishing a link with some terrifying spiritual entities."

After listening for a moment, Los said, "This is within my expectations. After all, the previous Wolf Blood Oath was to link the entire Abyss Legion together to fight against the corruption of the Black Sun King."

Lilith explained, "In terms of abilities, it can grant ordinary people immense power, equivalent to level 25, but the price is complete corruption, turning them into enormous monsters, just like their previous hosts."

"Did that person investigate before?" Los asked, referring to the previous host.

Lilith: "He is a farmer from the suburbs. There is nothing unusual about his life. He has no special bloodline. We don't know how he got this mask. Although his head was severely damaged, what's strange is that he didn't die."

"Not dead?" Los was somewhat surprised to hear this.

That guy's head was cut off in half lengthwise; as an ordinary person, he couldn't possibly have survived.

Lilith nodded and said, "After he took off his mask for one night, he turned back into an ordinary person. Kurvin found that he was still breathing, had a heartbeat, and his blood was flowing normally. There were even some fluctuations in his consciousness."

"But what's strange is that he seems to be trapped in a dream from which he cannot wake up."

“How come you see?”

"Because his body kept reacting, as if struggling, and then suddenly stiffened, as if he were dead, motionless, and even his heart stopped beating."

"Then, after an hour, he regained all his vital signs, began to move in a peculiar rhythm, and after an irregular period of time, he struggled again, froze again, and died."

"According to our analysis, he seems to be constantly repeating a nightmare in which he is dying and then resurrecting, in an endless cycle."

Los finished the ice cream in one bite and fell into deep thought.

After a moment, he looked up and asked, "Anything else?"

"Also, it seems that the mask is what's keeping this person alive. When we examined his body, we found a special pattern on his back."

"This pattern consists of four lines, and you can vaguely see that it is a wolf's head. Every time he howls in his nightmares, this pattern will emit a special light, and after the light stops flashing, he will regain his life characteristics."

Ross smiled and reached out to touch Lily's softly angular face, saying, "Well done, truly worthy of being my most perfect collection!"

Upon hearing this, Lilith blushed slightly, a hint of shyness on her face, and whispered, "I am very pleased to receive your praise."

Los wiped his mouth and stood up: "For the next four days, I will be accompanying the Queen on a comprehensive investigation of Innsmouth. I'll leave Arkham to you."

"clear."

Then, the two walked out of the restaurant side by side, and just as they stepped out, they suddenly heard a powerful roar.

I love you!

I love you!

I love you!

I love you!

…………

The ten consecutive roars stunned the pedestrians on the street.

"Whose silly son is this? Is he so unruly so early in the morning?" Passersby whispered among themselves.

"He might also be a madman who escaped from Arkham Asylum."

“That’s impossible. Since the great mayor took office, Arkham Sanatorium has been the most peaceful place in the entire city.”

"That's true...it could also be some thirsty little guy!"

Listening to the crowd's discussion, Loston couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Lilith looked over curiously, but didn't ask any questions.

As a perfect collection, it's not good to ask random questions.

Los then recounted what had happened yesterday.

Lilith blinked her deep, bright eyes and asked incredulously, "He really believed it?"

"Human shame is overestimated. When there is enough benefit, eating shit in front of others is easy. It's nothing."

Chapter 0239 Arkham Post Office

The strange noises in the early morning did not disrupt people's lives, and they still started their new day's work.

Although 8 a.m. is relatively early for the average office worker, being able to start work at 8 a.m. is a blessing compared to working at the post office.

Recently, due to the Queen's visit, the flow of people in Arkham has increased significantly, resulting in a 160% increase in post office business.

Not only were there various parcels, but also a large number of letters.

Reporters recorded the responses from those who contacted their families to let them know they were safe, as well as other special communications.

Recently, the Arkham Post Office has been starting work at 5 a.m. every day to sort and bag products, and then complete the delivery before 7 a.m.

Because many people are likely not home after 7 p.m.

In an era when telephones could not travel across cities, the importance of post offices was undeniable.

Previously, Arkham Post Office was part of the Imperial Postal System, but it was separated about ten years ago for some reason and contracted out to private companies, becoming part of Rhodes Corporation's business.

Rhodes also attaches great importance to this very important business, so its investment in the post office is quite substantial.

After taking over the post office, Los imprisoned nearly a third of its staff and appointed a former postman, Eli Whitfield, a good friend of his father, as the new postmaster.

This 48-year-old postman has served in the Arkham postal system for 28 years and is now the most senior member of the entire postal system.

His diligence, dark skin, and hearty smile have almost become a common sight in the mornings of Arkham.

Those in the underground were naturally obedient to his appointment, but the middle-level staff and those close to the director's position were not happy.

Los did not interfere too much with these issues because he had plenty of information about this person.

In reality, Eli Whictor did not disappoint Los's promotion.

After taking office, he restructured the entire post office system in just five days, and then carried out a major overhaul in half a month, which improved the overall work efficiency of the post office by at least 40%.

Today, the Arkham Post Office employs 120 people, 60 of whom are responsible for sorting and logistics, and another 60 for delivery and collection throughout the city and surrounding rural areas.

"Director, we're running out of manpower. Recently, our staff have been getting up at 4:30 every morning and not getting home until 9:00 at night. They're finding it hard to keep up," said Manager Josh, who is in charge of delivery services, looking troubled.

Sitting behind his desk, Eli Whickett is a middle-aged man who is 1.8 meters tall and has a lean and muscular build.

His skin was tanned by the sun, and his rough skin and wrinkles on his face bore the marks of wind and rain. His large hands, which held the pen, had a layer of dry, hard calluses.

Hearing what Manager Josie said, Whickert said seriously, "Hold on for four more days. Once the Queen leaves, our pressure will be much less. Also, everyone's commission will be increased by 15%."

Upon hearing this, Josie, who had just looked troubled, immediately perked up: "This...our budget..."

Whickert flashed his signature hearty smile and said, "Don't worry, go ahead."

"Yes!" Josie, who had just come in looking dejected, walked out with a radiant expression.

With the director's approval, he could at least give the group of geological workers an explanation.

As long as the money is there, everything is negotiable!

As Josh walked out, he could already imagine the staff's dramatic change of expression.

After seeing Manager Josie off, Whickert let out a sigh of relief, casually picked up a very old-fashioned pocket watch, and looked down at it.

This pocket watch is made of brass and has intricate engravings, giving it a weathered look.

If you open the pocket watch casually, you can see a very special symbol on the inside of the watch cover.

Most importantly, the hands of this pocket watch have stopped moving, and it looks like it has been broken for a long time.

But when Whitfield looked down this time, he was surprised to find that the hands, which had been unresponsive for seven years, were now moving slowly.

Then the hour, minute, and second hands finally converge and point towards the northwest.

This looks more like a compass than a pocket watch.

Upon seeing this, a deep gray light flashed in Whitaker's eyes, and he slowly stood up: "Who is it that dares to blaspheme the great King in Yellow?"

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"Are you sure?" In the southern part of the Lowlands, now known as the Church District, Barn was meeting with another artist with a ponytail and a beard on a bench.

The two men, back to back, were feeding the pigeons in the square with grain.

Barn nodded and asked, "What's going on?"

The artist whispered, "According to the information I have, the Father God's Redemption Society seems to have released a monster some time ago, which seems to have the ability to connect the doors between different dimensions."

“The Father God Redemption Society? What are they doing here?” Upon hearing this, Barn’s face darkened.

As a secret agent of the military, he was very knowledgeable about the situation in the entire superhuman world.

Those guys from the Father God's Salvation Society are, in terms of their stance, enemies of the military.

After all, both sides need the support of the upper echelons of the empire.

The artist casually said, "I don't know, but what is certain is that they killed a lot of police officers, which angered Los Arkham."

"And then?" Barn pressed.

The celebrity tilted his head slightly, a half-smile on his face, and said, "That's all."

"What do you mean by 'nothing'..."