Starting with Blood Healing to become an Ancient God

Joel shook his head awkwardly: "Chief Kane was afraid I'd open it and look, so I don't know what the password is either."

Kurvin didn't care. Under Joel's gaze, he hooked his index and middle fingers on the iron plate of the box, and then casually pressed down. The two fingers pierced the steel plate, which was a full centimeter thick, as easily as if they were piercing cheese!

"Oh my god! Mom! What am I seeing?!" Joel was completely dumbfounded when he saw this.

If the little girl's strangeness and the boy's power were merely indirect hints before, then he has now finally witnessed firsthand the power and terror of the people in this sanatorium.

That's a steel plate one centimeter thick!

The bullets didn't even penetrate; they could only leave shallow marks.

But now, in the hands of this burly doctor, the steel plate is as fragile as a piece of paper.

Squeak! Squeak!

A piercing sound came from behind.

When Joel saw Kurvin's finger pierce through the steel plate, he casually ripped it open, creating a huge gash.

Then, the doctor casually twisted his hands, and with a screeching sound of steel being squeezed, the box was torn open.

This casual manner is as relaxed and carefree as a human casually playing with a paper toy.

Glug!

At this moment, Joel finally understood why this group of desperate thugs were so terrified and in awe of the mental hospital.

Because the two sides are not on the same level at all.

Tearing open the small box, Kurvin took out a file folder from it.

Shaking off the metal shavings, Culvin pulled out the documents inside and glanced at them. His eyes lit up slightly: "It seems Mr. Kane is quite sincere."

Joel felt a surge of excitement: "Then let's cooperate..."

Kurvin put the documents away and said, "Go back and wait two days. I will let you know what happens next."

Joel dared not disobey or ask any more questions, and obediently nodded and left.

As Joel stepped out of Arkham Asylum, he exhaled and immediately felt invigorated, as he sensed a wonderful life beckoning him!

"To become the bridge connecting Arkham and Commissioner Kane, in the future! I, Joel, will be the gang king of this Massa province!" In this brief fantasy, Joel had even begun to plan which female celebrities he would keep as mistresses in the future.

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At noon, after a lazy morning, Los got dressed and, after a brief moment of thought, decided that it was not appropriate for him to get involved in the affairs of Dunwich.

He still needs enough time to develop, and there's no need for him to provoke the situation in Dunwich.

As for Carrington, barring any unforeseen circumstances, due to the blood of the ancient god within him, Carrington has become a nail fixing that dream, and will not be in danger for the time being; he may even gain some benefits.

"If nothing unexpected happens, what appears in Dunwich now should be the Dreamland. It is trying to integrate itself into this larger world, and this process is not without its benefits for me."

"The Dreamland is full of fantastical creatures and minerals, and it is also an opportunity for me to come into contact with more of my fellow clans. Now I need to pay attention to the timing of the stars' arrival and the arrival of the divine child, but this is likely to be a long process."

While Los was looking in the mirror and pondering, Lilith reported, "Kulvin is here."

In the living room, Los looked at the documents Kurvin had brought in detail and said with a satisfied smile, "I have to say, Kane really offered me conditions that I couldn't refuse."

Kurvin said excitedly, "Young master, if we have Kane as an outside helper, our expansion plans will go much more smoothly."

Losen said, "However, blood healing alone is not enough for this expansion plan. These things are destined to be used only by the upper class. What we really need now is a technology that can benefit the people and is epoch-making!"

"Only when we achieve absolute technological monopoly and technological dependence will those guys beg us to cooperate."

Kurvin frowned: "We don't seem to have that technology right now."

“Really? I think it’s coming soon,” Los said with a smile.

He has made many preparations in the past few months. The rapid development is not only in blood therapy, but also in modern technology that he brought from Earth, such as the most practical technology now, color and sound movie storage and projection technology.

He entrusted this technology to Ms. Hull, the owner of New Era Cinema, a true science fanatic, two months ago.

Recently, however, there has been a breakthrough.

Kurvin, of course, knew that his young master was the most visionary and creative, so he asked, "Young master, how should we respond to them about this?"

Los casually said, "What Kane wants now is nothing more than a healthy body, which we can easily give them. But since we have this opportunity, we should seize it and firmly establish Arkham's presence in Massa City."

“That would require sending at least one senior officer, but we don’t seem to have any spare personnel right now,” Kurvin said.

Los chuckled: "Who said there wasn't? I've been free, haven't I?"

Upon hearing this, Kurvin and Lilith were both taken aback: "You're going to Massa in person?"

Los: "This step is very important. You might not understand some of my ideas even if I explained them to you, so it's best for me to go in person."

Lilith said with some worry, "But what if Arkham doesn't have you..."

Los said confidently, "Have confidence in yourselves. You have grown up and have perfectly resolved the major crisis in Arkham. I believe in you."

Hearing this, Lilith didn't say anything more: "Then please bring more people. It's not that I'm worried about your safety, but there are some small things that don't need you to do personally."

Chapter 0288 Ates's Past

After determining the strategy, Los did not rush to inform Joel, but instead met with Borg, who had returned.

In the mayor's office, Artes stood nervously to one side, while Borg waited quietly, relatively relaxed.

"Don't be nervous. Mayor Arkham is a very easy-going and warm person. He has excellent vision and will show enough goodwill to all talented people like you."

“Tell me everything you know. If it works on the mayor, you can definitely win his protection.”

Hearing Borg's words, Artes felt a little relieved and then thanked Borg again: "Thank you for your help."

“I didn’t have many friends in the capital back then, but you’re one of them, so there’s no need to be so polite now,” Borg said with a smile.

As the two were talking, the office door opened, and under Artes's gaze, a handsome, slightly melancholic, artistic young man walked in.

The young man was well-proportioned, walked with a light step, and had the demeanor of a recent graduate. Apart from his somewhat aristocratic melancholy and handsome face, there was not much else about him that was noteworthy.

"Mayor!" Before Artes knew who this person was or why he had come here, Borg's voice rang out beside him.

Artest was suddenly stunned: "This is... the mayor who rules over all of Arkham!?"

Los's eyes swept over Artes's face, then he looked at Borg with a happy smile and asked, "Judging from your expression, you must have brought me good news again."

Borg strode over, shook hands and hugged Los, then laughed and said, "You really know me too well. During my trip to the Augustus Empire, I officially made contact with the Johnson family, a major financial group there. They are very optimistic about Arkham's current status as a special zone and have a strong desire to cooperate, but they are somewhat worried about our current situation."

Los casually sat down, leaned back in his chair, and said, "I have a feeling they shouldn't be worried anymore."

Borg laughed heartily twice, then said with some pride, "Thanks to my persuasion, they now believe in our capabilities. In a few days, they will send people over for an inspection, saying that if we solve the freight problem, they are ready to establish a stable long-term cooperation with us at any time."

Los was very satisfied: "The Augustus Empire is rich in spices and excellent fabrics. These are highly sought-after items in our Rosas Empire. For years, they have been controlled by the three major families of the military. It's time to change the players."

Borg continued, "Also, Mayor, I encountered two rather large pirate crews this time, with a total of three hundred people in both groups."

"Oh? It seems your acquaintance with them must have been quite an interesting story," Los said with a smile.

Borg was about to recount his bravery and strength at the time with great enthusiasm, but then he remembered that Artes was still there, so he quickly suppressed his desire to perform.

After clearing his throat, Borg introduced, "By the way, Mr. Mayor, allow me to introduce you. This is one of my few friends in the capital, Viscount Reagan Artes. He knows some very important information that may be of help to you."

Ates hurriedly stepped forward, bowed, and said, "Great and wise Mayor Arkham, Reagan Ates extends his sincere greetings to you."

Seeing this standard aristocratic etiquette, Los smiled and said, "Viscount Artes, please have a seat. Arkham warmly welcomes friends who come with goodwill."

Artes said nervously, "Your Excellency Mayor, I am no longer a viscount. My title, my company, and my land have all been taken away."

Under Artes's anxious gaze, Los still wore a gentle smile: "I like honest friends, Mr. Artes, and I also like people with stories, because many times, I may be able to help them change the ending of their stories."

Hearing these gentle yet domineering words, Artest immediately felt that his future was bright.

Guided by Borg, he carefully sat down.

Just then, the office door opened, and a beautiful red-haired girl in a white suit entered carrying two cups of black tea. With a warm smile, she said to the two of them, "Please enjoy."

Artes hurriedly thanked them, and as he watched the aroma and steam gradually emanating from the black tea, he gradually relaxed.

Los: "Well then, tell me your story, Mr. Artes."

Artes took a deep breath and said, "Six months ago, I was a rather prestigious viscount with a happy family, two ranches and a farm, as well as a bank founded by our family."

"Financial talent?" Ross's eyes lit up immediately.

Artes nodded: "However, my happy and peaceful life was soon shattered."

"A series of murders occurred one after another in the capital. I thought such things would be far away from the safe manor area, but that night, a dark shadow flashed by, and I fainted on the spot."

"When I woke up, I found myself standing there covered in blood, holding a knife, and in front of me, my two maids were lying with their bodies cut open."

Los thought for a moment and said, "Serial Ripper? I think I've heard that news before."

Artes nodded: "It was that news story. At the time, a group of police officers surrounded me and then accused me of being the serial killer, saying that I had killed six women and had committed necrophilia."

“Overnight, the Artes family was completely tarnished. Faced with this irrefutable evidence, my wife and children no longer believed me. In the end, she took my children back to her parents’ home and never contacted me again.”

"There are many problems with this matter."

Artes clenched his fists: "Of course there's something wrong! Because I was framed by those damned guys!"

"The lackey of the Eisen family, the despicable Peng Ao!"

Borg, standing nearby, explained, "Lee Pengao, a senior officer of the Merchants' Guild, is mainly responsible for financial cooperation between the bank and the guild."

Los nodded knowingly.

Artes clenched his fists and said, "Their goal is all for my family bank. They arrested me and tortured me to extract a confession. How could I possibly confess?"

"Later! They admitted to me directly that it was all their scheme, aimed at our family bank. They said that as long as I signed the relevant power of attorney for the transfer of assets, all the previous accusations could be dropped."

"If I disagree, not only will I die, but my wife and children will also be threatened!"

“I’m not afraid of death, but Lynn and Paul…” Artes’s face was full of helplessness and worry.

Chapter 0289 A God-Given Opportunity

After listening to Ates's account, Los roughly understood Ates's past and then asked, "What do you know?"

Artes immediately said, "I know they are taking control of more private banks and forming alliances through these banks to impose economic sanctions, and the main target of these sanctions is your city of Arkham."

"Also, that Peng Ao is nothing but a lackey; it's his superior, Ban Frossen, who's the real culprit!"

Upon hearing this, Rosston's heart skipped a beat, because in the past three months, the name Ban Frossen had frequently appeared in Barlow's investigation into the economic sanctions against Arkham, and he was currently in the province of Massa.

"So, they're now using the full force of their nation against me?" Thinking this, Los's lips curled into a slight smile, as he felt this matter was becoming increasingly interesting.

Artes continued, "Furthermore, I used the last of my family's connections to investigate and found that Frossen and Pengao are now in the Massa province. They are colluding with Judy Charlemagne, the head of the Charlemagne and Roman families, as well as the Massa Chamber of Commerce and the Imperial Bank, and are engaged in many shady dealings."