Starting with Blood Healing to become an Ancient God

He immediately turned his head and looked over the distance of a hundred meters in an instant, and saw a dusty man being pulled by two citizens at the intersection not far away.

"You're acting suspiciously, you're obviously not a good person! Come on! Let's go to the police station." The speaker was a middle-aged man dressed in somewhat tattered clothes.

“We Arkham locals have sharp eyes; I knew you weren’t a good person!” said another young man in an old coat.

After the man pleaded and begged, the two men, their eyes darting around, said that they could prove their identity by giving him fifty Rosa coins.

The man, a complete novice, was utterly bewildered when, just as he was about to pay, Borg strode over with a whoosh and calmly said, "Get lost!"

The two men were stunned for a moment. When they turned around and saw Borg wearing only a thin shirt, they fled like mice before a cat.

The man froze upon seeing Borg: "Borgrich?"

Borg smiled and said, "The last time we met was a year ago, wasn't it? Viscount Artes."

Upon hearing this title, Artest's face immediately turned bitter, and he said, "I am no longer a viscount."

Borg patted him on the shoulder: "I've heard about what happened to you, and I don't believe you would do such a thing."

“But the judge believed him,” Artes said in a low voice.

An awkward silence fell between the two of them.

Artes quickly came to his senses and looked at Borg, who was now looking refreshed and radiant, and said, "You look great. To be honest, I thought you were sick when we last met, but now you look better than ever."

After listening, Borg said happily, "Your insight is still so sharp and discerning. I was indeed sick back then, and then I came here, and all my illnesses were cured."

Upon hearing this, Artes' eyes lit up immediately.

Borg, naturally noticing all this, said, "Arkham is a magical place; as long as you're willing to pay the price, all your fantasies can come true here."

These words stirred Artest's heart, but he quickly deflated and whispered, "I have nothing left to exchange."

“Don’t rush, there’s more to it than just wealth.” Borg patted Artes on the shoulder, seemingly envisioning a future where Artes would serve Arkham.

Since his transformation here last time, witnessing its magic and power, Borg has instinctively regarded this place as his base and home.

A few months ago, he demonstrated his immense strength to his father and expressed his foresight.

Given the struggle between the Queen and the military, and the rise of Arkham, old Lewc made the far-sighted decision to hedge.

He expelled Borg from the family and, according to the rules of inheritance, allowed him to take 35% of the family fortune with him.

Borg then began a clandestine relocation, and with the help of Los and others, he successfully transferred his core personnel and funds here.

And he has become a part of Arkham today.

Artes didn't expect to run into a familiar face here.

Unfortunately, he now has nothing and can no longer invite his friends to host lavish parties as he used to.

Borg smiled and said, "I have some things to take care of here. If you don't have anything else to do, you can wait for me for a while. I have some connections and networks here."

"If you'd like, I can help you make the connection, but you have to remember this."

"Don't lie, always show your utmost sincerity."

Upon hearing this, Artest, who had just felt his future was bleak, immediately became excited: "I understand! I am willing to give everything except my life."

Chapter 0286 Joel is so scared he wets himself

While Artes and Borg met, Joel, on the other side, thought it over and decided not to hand over the box in his hand to the two agents. He was worried that his bright future would be taken away by someone else, so he decided to take the initiative himself.

After lingering outside Arkham Asylum for about fifteen minutes, Joel took a deep breath and strode toward the asylum's gate.

The gates of Arkham Sanatorium are usually open, but there aren't many people coming and going. Outsiders like them usually don't dare to approach the place.

For them, this was both the source of wealth and a monster that filled them with immense fear.

Just as Joel reached the front door, a dark shadow suddenly whistled through the air and landed in front of him.

He looked down and saw that it was a metal greatsword, as wide as two of his hands and a meter long.

The greatsword looked incredibly heavy; Joel roughly estimated it weighed at least fifty pounds.

At this moment, half of the metal greatsword easily pierced into the soil as if slicing bread, less than five centimeters away from his feet.

Upon seeing this, large beads of sweat immediately appeared on Joel's forehead beneath his hat.

Putting aside the fact that the frozen ground of Arkham is as hard as marble, the mere fact that such a terrifying greatsword possesses such speed and such precise control is enough to fill Joel with dread.

He stood there motionless, as if he had been frozen in place.

He knew that some superhuman being was warning him that if he dared to take another step forward, the next time the giant sword would not slice through the ground, but through his own body.

After a two-second pause, Joel quickly mustered his courage and said loudly, "I mean no harm. I'm here on behalf of a very important person to seek cooperation!"

As he spoke, he raised his suitcase high with both hands to indicate that he was not aggressive at the moment.

His voice was quickly answered, and under his tense gaze, a robust young man with a chubby face walked over briskly.

The boy looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old, with a childish face but already 1.75 meters tall.

It's already deep winter, but he's wearing a sleeveless t-shirt, and you can clearly see his muscular chest through the collar.

And those bare arms were as steady and powerful as a rock.

The moment he saw the boy, Jolton felt as if he were being stared at by an incredibly ferocious beast, and he didn't dare to move a single finger.

The two were about fifty meters apart at first, but in just a few blinks of an eye, Joel suddenly found the boy approaching him with a gust of hot air.

It was as if there was a giant furnace inside the boy's body.

The boy looked Joel up and down, then asked casually, "Who are you?"

Joel quickly gave a detailed self-introduction, then added with a fawning smile, "I'm here on behalf of Chief Kane of the Massa Provincial Police Department to explore the possibility of cooperation with your organization."

The boy grunted and nodded slightly, then, under Joel's gaze, his rock-solid arm grasped the hilt of the sword, which was as thick as a child's arm.

Then, with a screeching sound, the greatsword was easily pulled out by the boy as if it were a tree branch, and he placed it on his shoulder, saying, "Let's go, I'll take you to see Dr. Kurvin."

Joel's mind was still replaying the scene of the boy drawing the greatsword, the ear-piercing sound like metal scraping against metal, as if a mountain range had been pulled from the earth by a giant.

Joel discovered that even with the mutated form he had acquired using the drug, he couldn't reach the terrifying level that the boy possessed.

"Have you used muscle enhancers?" the boy asked, twitching his nose as they walked.

Joel was startled: "You...how did you know?"

The boy casually remarked, "You smell like that medicine."

Joel asked curiously, "Are you familiar with this potion?"

The boy scratched his brown hair and said, "Not very familiar with it. I was just one of the first beneficiaries of the muscle enhancer."

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Upon hearing this, Joel felt a jolt of energy, and for a moment, he was utterly shocked.

"Just one of the first beneficiaries?" Joel was immediately filled with envy and jealousy.

As they spoke, the two of them had already entered the lobby from the main entrance of the sanatorium.

The moment Joel entered, he saw a little girl dressed in adult clothes standing to the side, looking at the notice board on the wall.

The little girl was very pretty, but her petite body was dressed in men's clothes that didn't fit her at all.

The little girl turned her head slightly and said with dissatisfaction, "Today I finally have control, why am I being made to take turns working underground?"

As she spoke, the little girl's deep, cold eyes swept over Joel.

Joel saw endless coldness and ruthlessness in those eyes, as if the little girl's inner self was filled with all the negative emotions of humanity.

At that moment, Joel almost peed himself.

The little girl said calmly, "Rum, stay away from him, he's about to pee himself."

Joel's expression froze upon hearing this; this undead warrior, who had always lived a life of bloodshed, was now feeling utterly ashamed.

The boy smiled and said, "Teacher, if you don't want to go, I'll go in your place."

"Teacher?" Joel's worldview was once again shaken.

It's already terrifying that a boy possesses such immense power, but now this little girl who looks to be seven or eight years old is actually the boy's teacher?

The girl looked satisfied after hearing this. She was only 1.2 meters tall, so she stood on tiptoe and reached out to touch the head of the 1.75-meter-tall boy.

The boy readily bowed and lowered his head, allowing the girl to touch him.

"Rum is the most sensible one. You can cover my shift today. I'm going to the New Era Cinema later," the little girl said happily.

Joel, who was standing not far away, was dumbfounded. He stood there blankly, not knowing what to do or what kind of expression to make.

The little girl skipped away happily, and the boy named Rum came over and said, "Come on, I'll take you to see Dr. Kurvin."

Joel nodded blankly, mechanically following behind the boy.

Walking down the quiet corridor, strange shouts or piercing screams occasionally emanated from behind each door, constantly stimulating Joel's nerves.

As a ruthless bandit, he was driven mad by the eeriness and oppression of the place, even though he saw no blood or corpses.

The two quickly stopped in front of a door, and then Rum knocked: "Dr. Kurvin, someone claims to be an envoy of Director Kane."

"Come in." The steady voice clearly penetrated the door.

Joel followed the boy inside with trepidation, but breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the composed and sturdy Dr. Kurvin.

"Finally, I saw a normal person. Although he was a bit too robust compared to a doctor, he was at least a normal adult."

Chapter 0287 Taking Personal Action

After Rum left, Joel stood there stiffly, nervously introducing himself.

Kurvin laughed and said, "Don't be nervous, I'm not some man-eating monster, relax."

Seeing Kurvin's perfectly normal smile, Joel instinctively relaxed a bit, then handed over the box, saying, "This is a token of sincerity from Director Kane."

Instead of looking at the box, Kurvin asked, "How do you know Kane?"

Joel, of course, dared not lie, and recounted his attack, drugging, capture, interrogation, and Kane's invitation in detail.

Throughout the conversation, he repeatedly emphasized that he had not said anything about Arkham.

Kurvin maintained his calm smile: "Don't be nervous. Although Arkham's affairs are not exactly a secret, I still appreciate your perseverance."

Hearing this, Joel breathed a deep sigh of relief and said, "Thank you for your trust."

Kurvin looked down at the steel box and asked, "What's the password?"