Starting with Blood Healing to become an Ancient God

“Judy Charlemagne.” Upon hearing this name, Los immediately thought of one of his former major clients.

“It seems that our connection was established long ago. In that case, I should make the trip myself.” Los was increasingly looking forward to his trip to Massa.

With so many low-level henchmen, he needed to think carefully about how to manipulate them.

After all, killing isn't difficult for Los. But in the realm of finance, killing is completely ineffective in solving problems.

What he needs now is puppetry and infiltration; he wants to extend his reach to all parts of the Massa province while there is no reaction there.

At that time, the entire province will become the periphery of Arkham, providing Arkham with everything it needs.

Ates tentatively asked, "Your Excellency Mayor, was the information I... provided useful?"

Los smiled and said, "Very useful. You have given me many new ideas, dear Mr. Artes."

Hearing this, Artes felt a sense of relief. Before he could speak, Los asked, "So, Mr. Artes, what do you want?"

Artes clenched his fists and said, "I want to take back everything I've lost! And then I want my wife and children back with me."

Los smiled and said, "This is not commensurate with what you have offered."

Artes panicked slightly and hurriedly said, "Your Excellency, I can offer something else. I have many connections and know many people. By the way! If you can help me reclaim these, I can give you half of my wealth!"

Instead of answering directly, Los said, "Mr. Artes, you must understand that your revenge is not so simple and will likely require a long process."

"Now all you want is to restore your reputation, wealth, and family. Don't you have any thoughts about those who harmed you?"

Hearing this, Artes clenched his fists: "Of course I have... but... they are just too strong, I don't..."

Los glanced at Borg.

Borg immediately understood what Los meant and whispered, "Artes, to the great Mayor of Arkham, your enemies are nothing but a bunch of insects that can be crushed at any time. If you wish, all your desires for revenge can be fulfilled here."

Upon hearing this, Artes' eyes flashed with a blinding light. He stared at Borg, then looked at Los behind the desk as if drawn by a deadly demon.

Los smiled at him without saying a word.

As if possessed, Ates said, "If... if you can kill those bastards and avenge me, I can give up all my property and my reputation, as long as you can bring my family back to me, I can give up everything else."

A person lives for their pride, and Artes knew very well that even if he truly returned to his previous state, if he couldn't let go of this pent-up anger, then nothing could ever be the same again. He might be tormented by this matter for the rest of his life and then die in despair.

But at this moment, when he heard that there was actually a possibility of revenge involved, the anger and resentment that had been suppressed by fear and helplessness in his heart completely erupted.

Los smiled and said, "I have no interest in your wealth, but I am very interested in your talent."

Artes was taken aback upon hearing this, but immediately replied, "If you can help me take revenge, I am willing to dedicate all my knowledge to the development of Arkham!"

Los laughed happily: "I'm really starting to admire you more and more, Mr. Artes."

As he spoke, Los stood up and went to the window to look at the beautiful snow scene outside: "Are all your confirmed enemies in the Massa province?"

“Yes! I’m sure,” Artes said with absolute certainty.

Los nodded: "Get ready, I'll send someone with you to Massa City the day after tomorrow."

"Huh!? The day after tomorrow?" Artes was suddenly startled. He thought that this matter would take several months to plan properly.

Los didn't speak, quietly looking out the window.

Borg whispered, "Aren't you going to thank me?"

Artes, as if waking from a dream, immediately said, "Thank you! Thank you! Great Mayor Arkham, I will remember your kindness for the rest of my life, and your light will continue to illuminate the rest of my days."

"Borg, give Artes a look after him," Los's voice came through the phone.

Borg nodded immediately after hearing this: "Understood!"

Guided by Borg, Artes walked out of the city hall as if in a dream.

“Ryuk, hit me,” Artes suddenly said.

Borg was taken aback: "Are you stupid?"

Artes said seriously, "I need to make sure I'm not dreaming."

Borg laughed and put his arm around his shoulder, saying, "Don't worry, it's not a dream."

"Come on, you've probably had a tough time lately. You've treated me to so many things before, so this time I'll treat you properly!"

In the office upstairs, Lilith quietly appeared and asked, "Master, who are you planning to take this time?"

Los said directly, "Go and inform Hel to have the new technology ready by tomorrow."

"Also, go and inform Eve at the Grand Theatre that it's their turn to perform this time."

Upon hearing this, Lilith immediately understood: "I understand!"

After giving all the orders, Los stretched and said, "I've been cooped up in Arkham for so long, it's time to go out and see the world."

"It has nothing to do with what I designed. What will the world look like if it is automatically generated by the will of the world? Let me wait and see!" Los was very much looking forward to this journey.

Some were even eager to see what kind of world this was.

Chapter 0290 I'm a Naturally Good Person

The current setup and personnel for Arkham are already quite complete, so Los's departure this time doesn't require any complicated arrangements.

Moreover, Massa City is only 300 kilometers away from here. If something really happens, with Los's speed in flight mode, he can get back to Arkham in just over ten minutes.

The only problem was that communication between the two sides was inconvenient. Due to the blockade of Arkham, telephone lines from the outside to Arkham were cut off, and letters could not be delivered to Arkham at all.

Although these aspects are indeed quite troublesome, they haven't had a significant impact on Arkham. Thanks to the existence of sea routes and Borg's ships, Arkham can still be self-sufficient.

However, for further development, these issues, such as roads and telephones, must be resolved as soon as possible, otherwise they will greatly slow down the progress of the Los plan.

This is one of the core reasons why Los is preparing to personally take charge this time; he must finish handling everything within the next two weeks.

The next day at noon, Joel didn't go to the bar to fool around, but stayed in his hotel waiting for news.

His patience was soon rewarded when a burly policeman knocked on his door: "Go to Arkham Asylum now, someone wants to see you."

Jordyn immediately perked up and nodded respectfully, "Yes, sir."

When Joel arrived at an ordinary office in Arkham Asylum, he found that there were already two people there.

One of them was Ates, a dreamer who came here with him.

Seeing that Artes's expression had completely changed, Joel knew that this guy must have succeeded in pursuing his dream.

Immediately, his perception of Artes changed from a casual acquaintance he could discard and betray at any time to a business partner with whom he could cooperate.

Beside Ates sat a young man who looked somewhat arrogant and domineering.

The young man, dressed in casual clothes, leaned back in his chair with his legs propped up on the table, whistling leisurely.

"Who is this guy? How dare he act so recklessly here? Does he have a death wish?!"

Artes still had some goodwill towards Joel, and when he saw Joel arrive, he waved happily, "Come here quickly!"

Joel walked over with a smile, exchanged a few pleasantries with Artes, and then learned the identity of this arrogant young man.

This young man is named Wilson Punk. He used to be a spoiled brat, but now he's a member of Arkham and an accomplice in this operation.

Upon hearing that the other person was from Arkham, Joel immediately put aside his contempt and smiled, "Hello! Mr. Punk."

Wilson picked his nose and said, "Not good, I haven't had lunch yet." Joel looked at Wilson's casual attitude, and although he was disdainful, he didn't say anything.

After all, this kind of person is someone he can't afford to offend.

The door opened again, and an incredibly handsome young man walked in.

When Joel and Artes saw this young man, they were not only shocked, but also felt aroused!

You should know that both of them are perfectly straight men, and this young man doesn't have any feminine characteristics at all; he's just too... handsome!

The person who entered was Charlemagne in his normal form.

On his way to Massa, his hometown, Charlemagne was naturally a must-see.

After all, he was extremely familiar with that place, and it was also the site of countless loves and hates for him.

As soon as Charlemagne entered, his eyes fell on the frivolous and casual young man. He paused for a moment, about to speak, but was stopped by a look from the young man.

He immediately understood the deeper meaning: "I didn't expect the mayor to go along!"

This frivolous young man named Wilson Punk was, of course, a transformation of Los.

He didn't know the details beforehand, only that he had a mission to lead a team to Massa City.

He was naturally very excited and looking forward to it.

After all, it's time to put an end to my ill-fated relationship there.

Charlemagne walked over amidst the two men's fascination, and said calmly, "I am David Charlemagne, the person in charge of this operation."

Upon hearing the name, the two immediately perked up.

Joel, who had spent years traveling through the province of Massa, was naturally very familiar with this name. He was the idol of all young people in previous years and the pinnacle of true nobility.

As a senior nobleman, Artes was naturally very familiar with the Charlemagne family. The marriage of those two top families was still talked about in the capital's aristocratic circles.

"My God! David Charlemagne! He's been in Arkham all along!" The two men were filled with shock and disbelief.

Charlemagne calmly said, "Although your goals are different, they are interconnected. What I am saying now is that in the future plans, you two must strictly follow all my orders without any hesitation."

"If I find out that you have any other intentions..."

Charlemagne gradually began to exude some of his own aura.

In an instant, the two felt as if they were being stared at by an enormous wolf, its sharp, menacing fangs already pressed against their necks.

If the other party is willing, a single breath can make them die without a burial place.

When the two of them came to their senses, they both saw that each other's foreheads and faces were covered in sweat.

Just a quick glance, and my back was already soaked with sweat.

"Understood! Understood! We will do our best to obey your orders!" The two nodded repeatedly.

Charlemagne continued, "Go back and prepare now. We'll depart at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

After Joel and Artes walked out of the room in a daze, Charlemagne looked curiously at the frivolous and roguish Los: "Mayor, what's going on here...?"

Los raised an eyebrow: "What did I do? Are you trying to pick a fight?!"

As he spoke, Los stood up lightly and stood in front of Charlemagne with a provocative expression.

Charlemagne was immediately embarrassed and didn't know how to respond.