Starting with Blood Healing to become an Ancient God

Currently, the entire province of Massa is under severe traffic blockade against Arkham. All main roads leading to Arkham are blocked, and a large number of people they cannot afford to offend are patrolling them.

Fortunately, these rats, who are adept at running in the sewers, can always carve out their own path.

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The Massa Central Building is currently the tallest building in the entire Massa province, with 15 floors, and was completed three years ago.

Today, this place has become the true center of the Massa province, where heavyweight business organizations such as the Massa branch of the Imperial Central Bank, the Rocco Brothers Bank, and the headquarters of the Massa Chamber of Commerce are located.

In the large conference room on the fifteenth floor, Judy, now the head of the Charlemagne family, sat casually on the sofa.

Beside her were six other people, who were the economic backbone of the entire Massa province.

“So the decision regarding Kane is settled. He’s been sitting there for too long; it’s time for a change.” The speaker was Jean Fernand, the head of the Massa branch of the Imperial Central Bank.

Judy had no objection to this issue, because she had long wanted to replace this important position with a more obedient person.

Although Kane is just an ordinary person, he is very capable and has a strong sense of purpose, which is not a good thing for them.

"So what about the blockade of Arkham?" This was the question posed by Henry, the vice president of the Massa Chamber of Commerce.

“Keep it this way, economic sanctions, transportation sanctions, personnel sanctions, commercial sanctions, that’s enough to keep Arkham in check,” said the elder of the Rocco brothers, Rocco the Elder.

Henry's small eyes gleamed as he said, "But we've heard that Arkham is preparing to trade with two other empires."

“It has nothing, so what kind of trade can it have? Besides, all the roads are now cut off. The only way now is to set sail from the Holy Sea. Don’t forget, General Fox’s pirates are already prepared,” said Rocco Jr.

Judy then said calmly, "Don't underestimate Los Arkham."

Upon hearing this, Rocco Jr. smiled and said, “Beautiful Mrs. Charlemagne, I recall that your husband seems to still be at Arkham Asylum.”

A cold glint flashed in Judy's eyes.

Rocco shuddered and said with a forced smile, "You see, I really have a sharp tongue! Sorry! Sorry!"

Judy is known as the Black Widow within the entire Massa leadership.

She possesses immense resources from two powerful families and is also a stunning beauty, yet no one can get close to this seemingly perfect woman.

Because everyone knows how vicious and ruthless this woman is.

Judy didn't seem to like them either, and said indifferently, "If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

The others didn't linger either; it seemed that no one felt comfortable around her.

Chapter 0281 Dream Chasers

Heisen is the city in the present-day Massa province that is closest to Arkham. In the past, it only took three hours to reach Arkham from Heisen by traveling south along the Miskatonic River.

If you drive yourself, it will only take two and a half hours.

But now, all modes of transportation—waterways, roads, trains—from within the empire to this place have been completely blocked.

There are also large numbers of troops patrolling at major intersections, and if anyone enters without authorization, the troops have the authority to shoot and kill them.

As a result, Hysen has seen good development in the past three months, not only because the arrival of the army has improved the security level, but also because it has received some very special investments as an important barrier to isolate Arkham.

With a stubble-covered face and looking travel-worn, Ates had been in Haisen City for two days. He had thought he could easily make his way to Arkham from here, but he realized he had underestimated the situation.

The entire road leading southeast was blocked off, as if the territory of the Rosas Empire ended there, and going any further ahead would be an extremely dangerous dead end.

This greatly troubled Ates. He had already circled the city twice, and because he was unfamiliar with the place and the eerie atmosphere, he didn't even dare to ask for directions to Arkham.

Fortunately, last night he learned some information from an old man through a few bottles of wine.

After a few bottles of liquor, the old drunkard's mouth became as chattering and incessant as his former neighbor, Mrs. Lousen's.

It took Artes a full hour to sift through the countless complaints and nonsense to find some useful information.

The southeastern part of the entire Rosas Empire is mostly mountainous and hilly. Now that several roads are blocked, the only way to get to Arkham is through those treacherous mountain trails.

But now that winter has arrived, the snow and bitter cold in the mountains could kill those who venture into the mountains at any moment.

However, if you travel about 20 kilometers northwest of Heisen, there is a very remote mountain village. The village is inhabited by a group of hunters who make a living by hunting and selling mountain products. They know many mountain trails, and one of them should be a relatively safe road leading to Arkham.

So early this morning, after waiting for two hours and paying an exorbitant fare of twenty Rosa coins, Ates finally found a car willing to give him a ride and take him to that small mountain village called Hunter.

"What's your name?" Sitting in the car, Artes asked the well-dressed young man, who appeared to be in his early thirties.

The young man smiled and said, "Joel, what about you?"

"Just call me Artes," Artes said cautiously.

Joel sized up Artes and casually said, "You don't seem to be a local, do you? What brings you to Hunter's Village? Even locals don't know much about that godforsaken place."

Ates seemed a little nervous and stammered, "Nothing... I just wanted to... go hunting."

Joel didn't point it out, casually saying, "Judging by your smooth skin, you must have been a successful person before, right? What made you decide to go to that kind of place?"

After hearing this, Artes' heart skipped a beat. He looked up at Joel and tentatively asked, "Are you also going there...?"

Joel shook his head: "Good to know, but don't say it out loud."

Artes immediately understood, clenching his fist tightly: "It's for revenge, of course!"

"Go to Arkham for revenge!?" Joel was taken aback.

Artes shook his head: "Just to find the power to take revenge."

"Hahaha!" Upon hearing this, Joel immediately knew that this Artes was a guy with a story.

And these kinds of guys are the perfect companions... to be used and betrayed.

So he was very happy.

"What are you laughing at?" Artes was unaware of Joel's scheming.

Joel gripped the steering wheel, his eyes gleaming as he looked ahead, and said, "Congratulations, you've come to the right place!"

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By noon, the light snow had stopped, the dark clouds had dispersed, and the azure sky had reappeared.

Although the snow stopped, the wind picked up a bit.

Nestled in a valley between two mountain ranges, a small village sits quietly. At this moment, wisps of smoke rise from chimneys, signifying the village's liveliness while also highlighting its remoteness and solitude.

However, the dozen or so wooden cabins were covered in snow, and the surrounding hillsides and paths were white under the sunlight. If one is exposed to such an environment for a long time, it is easy to suffer from severe snow blindness.

At this moment, in a wooden cabin, about a dozen people were drinking alcohol while wearing only light clothing.

"Hey! I made a fortune this time! Mayor above! It must be him protecting me!" A bearded man, his face flushed, roared, raising his wine glass high.

The others immediately joined in the jeering, saying, "You?! The mayor doesn't like roughnecks like you!"

Hahaha!

The others immediately burst into laughter.

"You don't know anything!" The bearded man glared at the bartender behind the counter and said, "Boss! This round's on me! Except for Red Nose!"

"Oh oh oh oh! Except for the red-nosed one!" The others immediately raised their glasses and cheered loudly.

The middle-aged man with the red, bulbous nose who had just mocked the bearded man looked somewhat deflated after hearing this, and sneered, "Next time we go out, I'll definitely earn more than you!"

After several rounds, these guys actually got more and more energetic with each drink.

“Things are getting tighter lately. I heard Joel got arrested,” a scarred man said.

"Really? That guy is really cunning, he's been arrested?" Some of the others were skeptical.

Scarface glared at him: "Would I lie? I saw it with my own eyes."

"You saw nothing with your own eyes!" Just then, the door was pushed open, and Joel, covered in snow and with his face and nose red from the cold, walked in and started cursing.

Everyone burst into laughter again after hearing this, as if these guys had countless happy things to do every day.

Following behind Joel, Artes cautiously looked at the group of fierce-looking, burly men in the room, and suddenly felt a little guilty, hesitant to enter.

At this moment, a dark-skinned middle-aged man behind the counter revealed a hearty smile and said, "Come in, dream chaser."

"Wow! Another dream chaser!?" Everyone's curiosity was piqued.

Joel glanced at Artes, then walked over and said, "Mr. Whickert, two glasses of water of life."

Yes, the bar owner here now is none other than the former postmaster of Arkham Post Office, the postmaster who worships the King in Yellow, kills the Unseen Ones, and can summon and ride the Byakkis.

After listening, Whitaker skillfully picked up two cups and poured out the liquid that looked like water.

Joel pushed a glass towards Artes and said with a smile, "Drink up, the water of life. It will keep you warm on your journey ahead. I don't usually tell this secret to just anyone."

Chapter 0282 A Magical Journey

When Astor followed Joel's advice and drank the glass of "water" without hesitation...

Instantly, a burning sensation spread rapidly from his mouth down his esophagus, and then exploded completely in his stomach!

Only a dozen seconds later, Artes' face turned as red as a monkey's bottom, and his expression was extremely unpleasant.

"This isn't water at all!?" Even at this moment, Artes, who had received a good education since childhood, did not swear.

Joel took a small sip and said, "The Water of Life is the strongest liquor in this tavern, 96% pure. It can make you feel hot all over as you arrive in Arkham!"

"I..." Artes wanted to speak, but felt a wave of dizziness and then plopped down in a chair, unable to say a word.

The others burst into laughter, exclaiming, "The thirty-second one!"

Since Arkham was blocked, this mountain path has been an important transit point for them, and it was initially very rudimentary.

However, with everyone's continuous efforts to improve it, a pretty good bar was actually built here.

The bar's owner, Whickert, was previously an Arkham mail carrier who was injured for some reason and then became the owner by chance, in charge of managing the sled dogs and related transportation preparations.

It could be said that this Whitfield boss was the one who guarded the gates of Arkham here.

Through the machinations of this group of bandits, the legend of Arkham gradually spread, and many desperate people wanted to go to Arkham in search of their last hope.

Among these people, there were naturally various spies.

The test of the Water of Life is a trial, and now, including Ates, there are thirty-two people who have been tested.

Eighteen of them have already left this world, while the remaining fourteen have successfully entered Arkham.

While Ates was in a daze, the group questioned him briefly, and after ascertaining his background, Ates survived.

Half an hour later, Artes gradually woke up. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw that each of the bandits was fully armed, wearing thick leather coats, animal skin hats, and scarves tightly wrapped around their necks.

They all wore thick cotton boots and heavy gloves, making each of them look like a bloated, fat man.