Starting with Blood Healing to become an Ancient God

Subsequently, the arrogant black market dealers and assassin mercenaries quickly learned what the terror of the police truly meant.

When they discovered that the police here were all invulnerable to weapons, incredibly strong, and could even run faster than cars, they finally understood why the local government was so powerful and dared to collect taxes from them, a group of undead.

However this is not over.

If some people manage to slip away from the police's noses, or even try to cause trouble, they will be greeted with the "hospitality" of the lovely staff at the Arkham Cultural Centre.

There's also the Arkham Community Council's "enthusiasm mediation."

When these guys came out, they suddenly realized that money was nothing compared to life.

Then people suddenly realized that this group of desperados seemed to have suddenly grasped the true meaning of life. Even when they were smuggling, they became somewhat Buddhist-like, and would often lament the brevity of life and say strange things like "cherish life."

Even so, these guys gradually discovered that they couldn't live without Arkham.

Because this is a self-made special zone, it has conveniences that are not available anywhere else in the empire. They can trade weapons with merchants from other empires at any time and keep track of international market conditions.

At the same time, they discovered that they didn't need to be so secretive about their transactions here.

As long as they behave themselves and don't cause trouble, and pay the venue fees and taxes in full, they can not only receive the treatment of normal businessmen, but also get loans from the municipal government when they are short of funds!

After discovering these immense conveniences, they regarded the entire city of Arkham as paradise.

Many desperate fugitives with nowhere else to go would come here to hide their identities and seek refuge.

For them, Arkham today is a secluded paradise.

However, what is most important to them is the enormous business opportunities and the hidden extraordinary existence here.

In a chance encounter, a hitman who had lost an arm and a leg reappeared in their underground bar after disappearing for a week. Not only had all four limbs been restored, but he had also gained superhuman strength.

This immediately shocked everyone in the underworld at the time. After being relentlessly questioned by them, the assassin, having received his full payment for the information, revealed what he knew.

In despair, he found himself outside a mental hospital, where he was discovered by a doctor in a white coat who was feeding dogs.

The doctor took him to a mental hospital and cured him with a blood therapy technique. Not only did his severed hands grow back, but he also gained tremendous strength.

This sparked a huge wave of rumors and legends about the mysterious mental hospital.

Driven by persistent rumors and longing, this group of ignorant people secretly sneaked into the mental hospital to find out what was going on.

Then the first five people to enter all turned into mentally ill people who could only babble, which immediately shocked everyone.

You should know that these five people are all top-notch among them!

Just then, a well-known old man in the underworld, nicknamed Scarface Tiger, a mercenary leader, voluntarily entered a mental hospital because he had lost an arm.

Then, amidst everyone's anticipation, Scarface Tiger emerged three days later. His arm had not grown back; instead, it was replaced by a mechanical arm—a terrifying mechanical arm that could transform into a sharp blade and possessed immense power!

Scarface used this arm to wipe out all his enemies in one night, and then surprisingly retired from crime and became a resident of Arkham City.

After that, he and the assassin became the only two links connecting the dark world and the mental hospital.

As time went on, these men who lived on the edge of death suddenly discovered a whole new world.

Wherever you are, as long as you are willing to pay the price, even if you are on your last breath, you can be saved.

Severed limbs can not only regenerate, but can also be fitted with powerful robotic arms.

If you're willing to pay a higher price, you can also purchase some potions.

These potions can accelerate the healing of your wounds, or temporarily grant you superhuman strength, or an invincible body that is impervious to water and fire.

Various powerful, energy-consuming potions were constantly being released, instantly revealing a whole new world to these outlaws who lived their daily lives in battle.

They then discovered a huge business opportunity here.

A potion that can heal deep wounds that are visible to the bone in five seconds costs 50,000 Rosa coins to buy here, but if you smuggle it out, you can get it for 70,000 Rosa coins or even more!

Such terrifying profits and such amazing technology completely bound this group of the most ruthless outlaws to the city.

Unbeknownst to them, they had become inseparable from this place and from the medications supplied by that mental hospital.

"How's it going at the hospital?" Los asked.

Arkham's main income still comes from the Arkham Asylum, because the consumable potions that Mursey developed are too magical. After those outlaws used them once and experienced their wonder, they could no longer live without them.

With a slight smile, Murthy said, "We've admitted fifteen patients in the last three months, six of whom were carefully selected by Kurvin and me. After receiving treatment, they've all become our people, helping us with monitoring them."

"Total medical revenue was 7.2 million Rosa dollars."

"My God!" Upon hearing this number, everyone else gasped.

Lewis, in particular, only realized upon hearing this figure that the real bulk of his income came from this source.

Los chuckled, "Don't be surprised yet, this is just medical revenue. Mursey, what about pharmaceuticals?"

Mursi's lips gradually widened into a smile, as if he could no longer suppress his joy.

"A total of one hundred consumable medicines were sold over three months. Different medicines had different prices, and the total revenue was six million three hundred thousand."

"My God! Wait! Let me calculate!"

At this moment, even Lewis, who was most sensitive to numbers, felt his mind go blank.

It's only been three months! How much is Arkham's total revenue now? It seems to be only a little over seven million.

Elizabeth was secretly astonished when she heard the number; it was far too lucrative.

Kurvin then reported, "Ninety-two of the one hundred doses have been used so far, and there are eight left. They have already flowed into the hands of high-ranking members of various underworld organizations, and the price of each dose has exceeded 150,000."

Los loudly praised, "Murthy, you are truly a great contributor to Arkham! This consumable potion not only brings huge profits but also solves the problem of scarcity. You are a genius!"

Chapter 0274 The Missing Carrington

The weekly meeting lasted two hours. While Los was learning about the overall progress, the heads of each region also gained a full understanding of the overall situation.

At noon, the meeting adjourned and everyone left the conference room. After lunch, they prepared for new work.

After the meeting, Los had some free time.

He has now delegated all his work and related tasks to his now-established subordinates.

Now all he needs to do is leisurely be a mayor, spending his days eating desserts, reading books, and embracing beautiful women, living the idyllic life he has always dreamed of.

"Tonight, I can let Lilith try something new." Los leaned leisurely against his rocking chair, thinking about the erotic scenes tonight, and the corners of his mouth suddenly turned up wildly.

Just then, a knock sounded at the door. Los's smile faded as he said, "Come in."

Then a somewhat travel-worn Charles walked in and said, "Mayor, we couldn't find it."

"How's the situation in Dunwich?" Los asked.

Charles replied, “He looks perfectly normal, just as lifeless as before. I asked the locals, and they saw Carrington about a week ago. At that time, Carrington seemed a bit dazed and was very wary.”

Upon hearing this, Loston frowned deeply: "Carrington is a superhuman I personally modified. He possesses pure ancient god blood and had the strength of level 37 when he left Arkham more than three months ago. How could he have become like this?"

Dunwich has been very peaceful since the incident seven years ago, or rather eight years ago, and Carrington didn't mention any danger when he spoke of it back then.

As a low-level dungeon that Dr. Armitage, who was only level 10 at the time, could easily defeat, Carrington, who was level 37, should have been able to sweep through it with ease.

To Los's surprise, Carrington was gone for more than three months without a word. Los had sent six groups of men over, but none of them had found Carrington.

Every time I go there, people say they saw Carrington a few days ago, but they just can't find him.

Los then asked, "How is the topographical survey of the entire Dunwich area going?"

“Everything is normal, there is nothing unusual. I investigated every household living there, and then focused on investigating Sentinel Ridge, where the divine descent incident occurred, but I found nothing unusual.”

As a senior elite investigator, Charles's investigative abilities are beyond question. After three months of strengthening and nourishment through blood healing techniques, he has reached the level of level thirty-six.

Los nodded slightly: "Okay, you've worked hard, go and get some rest!"

Charles did not leave, but continued to report: "Mayor, when I returned this time, I found a number of people with very strange behavior wandering around the town of Arkham, and some people have started to sabotage the railway tracks and roads."

Los casually said, "We don't need to worry about these things. Those outlaws from the underworld will take care of these problems for us."

Charles understood and finished his final report: "Mayor, I had a strange dream the night before I left Dunwich."

"In my dream, I came to a special world, a place with strange rocks and beautiful scenery. It seemed to be an independent world, and there were many strangely shaped monsters there."

Los's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Can you remember what those monsters looked like?"

Charles shook his head: "I can't remember. It's very blurry. It's like I was always separated by a hazy glass. I knew they were monsters, but I just couldn't remember what they looked like."

After the report, Charles left to rest.

Los leaned back in his chair, staring at the brownish-yellow ceiling: "An independent space? Or a special barrier? Is Carrington, who possesses my blood, a person of this world, or a monster from another world?"

After pondering for a long time and feeling clueless, Los got up and went out, intending to seek help from others.

College District, 665 Church Street, Arkham Public High School.

As the city government's finances improved, Arkham Public High School underwent some expansion. The old facilities, which had been in use for nearly twenty years, were replaced with brand-new equipment, and the entire school was transformed into a brand-new elite school.

During the lunch break, Trish and her two best friends, Leta and Jane, had lunch in the school cafeteria and then happily played in the snow by the school's flower bed.

Whoosh!

Trish's snowball could be easily thrown several meters away, while Leta and Jane's snowballs fell apart before they could be thrown a meter.

"Wow! Trish, you're amazing!" Jane, with her light blue hair, looked on with bright, envious eyes.

Trish looked down at her increasingly powerful hands with a smug expression, then said with admiration, "This is all thanks to the great mayor."

More than four months have passed, but the godlike figure standing in the afterglow of the setting sun has become more and more deeply etched in her heart. She can't help but see that figure whenever she closes her eyes.

“Praise the mayor every day, progress completed 1120!” Leta said with a grin.

Trish blushed instantly and said somewhat embarrassedly, "You're not allowed to count!"

Then the two girls let out a burst of silvery laughter.

After playing for a while, the three of them built some snowmen. They squatted around the snowmen, their little faces rosy, their bright eyes and the hot breath they were exhaling filled with youth and vitality.

"Tracy, do you think we'll have a chance to become as amazing as you someday?" Leta asked with envy.

Not many people know about Trish's special abilities these days, except for her two best friends.

Trish smiled and said, "Of course you can. I heard from my father that Dr. Mursey's blood therapy technique is becoming more and more powerful. As long as you can make enough contributions, you can gain special powers through blood therapy."

“We’re just ordinary people, how can we make a contribution?” Jane blinked.

Trish looked around, then said mysteriously, "I'll tell you a secret, but don't tell anyone else."

The two girls immediately nodded solemnly.

"There are two methods!"