Starting with Blood Healing to become an Ancient God

Los, now back to normal, smiled and asked, "How was it? Did I look like an arrogant spoiled young master?"

Charlemagne commented, "Young master, you're a rogue, you're neither a playboy nor a young master."

“…………” Lost immediately felt his self-esteem had been defeated.

As a young man of the new era who is moral, cultured, and idealistic, Los spent a whole night cultivating this frivolous, dissolute, and roguish demeanor, intending to be a playboy and have some fun.

But now, things have gone wrong from the start; before they could even make a move, their door was sealed shut by a single sword strike.

"Looks like I'm just a born good guy! I can't play a bad guy." Los sighed helplessly.

Chapter 0291 Subdue her!

Charlemagne didn't care what role Los played; he was more concerned with the plan itself.

After all, his return this time might cause too much turmoil, and might even disrupt the entire upper echelons of Massa.

"Mayor, what are your plans for going back this time? What role do you want me to play in this process of allowing me to return?"

Los casually sat down and laughed, "Naturally, it's the fallen young master who has returned as a king."

"The three-year period has come to an end. Now, welcome young master home!" Los said loudly, while giving a wicked, crooked smile.

Charlemagne was somewhat bewildered, wondering what the deeper meaning was behind Los's seemingly schizophrenic words.

Upon realizing that Charlemagne was completely unaware of this reference, Los coughed and steered the conversation back to the main point: "Legally, you are still the heir to the Charlemagne family, right?"

Charlemagne nodded: "Yes, but now that I am both a murderer and mentally ill, according to the inheritance law, I can no longer have direct access to these properties and can only have them managed by an agent."

Los casually said, "Murderer and mentally ill are just labels. What if I took those labels off for you?"

Charlemagne's eyes lit up: "Is that possible?"

"nature!"

Charlemagne pondered for a moment: "This is only giving me a qualification. Now Judy has completely controlled the two families, and even my family knights have been completely controlled by her. All the related connections have been inherited by Judy. If I go back now, it will just be an empty shell."

Los laughed and said, "I want this empty shell."

"Are you trying to use me as a starting point to throw the whole of Massa into chaos?" Charlemagne understood what Los meant.

Los nodded slightly: "Even if you go back with nothing, your qualifications, status, connections, and reputation will still be there. Through you, I can directly connect with many people, and at the same time, I can extend my reach even further through you."

“But Mayor, everyone knows I’m in Arkham now. They’ve formed a blockade of Arkham in Massa. I’m afraid of them…”

Los waved his hand: "Don't worry, you haven't been in Arkham all these years. You formed your own theater troupe and have been touring the two great empires of Augustus and Viscus for years."

Charlemagne was taken aback, but then he understood what Los meant.

Among the Massa elites and nobles, many things simply require a moral justification. Whether others believe it or not is irrelevant; as long as they lack concrete evidence, public opinion will quickly subside.

To sum it up with a joke among the upper class: "Whether you believe it or not, I believe it."

Upon arriving here, Charlemagne already knew that the mayor had made all the necessary preparations, so he didn't say anything more.

"Have you made up your mind?" Los suddenly asked.

Charlemagne paused for a moment, then shook his head: "To be honest, I can't hate Judy now. Perhaps I was too weak back then, so I wasn't qualified to stand with her."

"He really is a devoted lover."

Los thought to himself, then said, "It's alright, I don't intend for you to kill her when we go back this time."

Charlemagne's eyes lit up as he looked at Los.

Los laughed and said, "Talented people are rare. As long as they don't anger me, I won't kill them easily. The best way to expand rapidly is to turn those excellent enemies into my loyal servants."

As he spoke, Los looked at Charlemagne and said, "You have two tasks when you go back this time. The first task is to subdue that woman and make her obey your orders."

These words were extremely vulgar and crude, but their meaning was clearly conveyed, and Charlemagne understood them instantly.

Los doesn't stop him from getting back together with that witch, nor does he care what that witch did in the past. If you have the ability to make her obedient and become one of us, everything is negotiable.

This is also the time for Charlemagne to demonstrate his true abilities.

"Great Mayor! I swear by the Moonlight Sword! I will complete your mission perfectly!"

These words immediately ignited Charlemagne's ambition; at this moment, he was like a tamer who had once been bitten by a beautiful lion.

After years of training, they are ready to conquer that dangerous lion once again.

That longing and yearning filled him with excitement and exhilaration.

Los nodded with a smile and continued, "Then, I will use all your and the Roman family's influence to extend my reach to the entire upper echelons of Massa. In the end, I will control all the upper echelons of Massa province."

Charlemagne, radiant with confidence, replied, "Yes!"

"In this operation, I'm essentially your messenger and henchman. You understand what I mean, right?"

“Of course I understand. I can definitely arrange for you to have contact with all the higher-ups.”

"Okay, go and get ready. After you go back this time, you can stay there. After all, that's your home." Los got up and walked out.

Upon hearing this, Charlemagne was deeply moved. He looked at Los's retreating figure, bowed deeply in silence, and expressed his respect and gratitude.

Meanwhile, at the Arkham Theatre.

Lilith stood gracefully on the stage, opposite her were all the core members of the current Arkham Theatre, a total of twelve people.

Each of the twelve, including Eve, is possessed by a powerful ancient heroic spirit.

Furthermore, the leader Eve harbors both the Desert Emperor and his Queen within her.

Now, Eve's body is like the palace of a desert emperor, where he can live peacefully with his queen forever, without worrying about outside interference.

The twelve young people who were together more than three months ago have undergone tremendous changes in the past three months.

Because their bodies could not withstand the power of those heroic spirits, they had been receiving nourishment through blood healing for three months.

These special blood types, developed specifically for them, can strengthen their bodies and accelerate their fusion with those heroic spirits.

The progress of accepting the Heroic Spirit is about 40%, and with the Blood Healing Technique, the strength is between level 20 and 30.

The characters who showed the most significant improvement were naturally the captain Eve, as well as the male protagonist Reno and the female protagonist Gloria.

Although Eve's appearance remained unchanged, her eyes had subtly mutated, one turning pure yellow and the other ice blue.

At the same time, she exuded a special kingly aura, which was very imposing.

"You all know about this mission, right?" Lilith asked.

The twelve people nodded vigorously to show that they understood.

Lilith looked at Eve and said, "This is your first mission. I hope you won't disappoint the mayor."

Eve replied with composure and confidence: "Don't worry, we are not what we used to be."

Chapter 0292 Kane's Dead End

After dealing with Charlemagne's problem, Los immediately turned his attention away from Arkham.

His promise to Charlemagne that he could prove he hadn't killed anyone and wasn't insane was no empty talk.

To prepare for these things, he plans to go out tonight.

After leaving his office, Los went straight to the underground research facility.

Dr. Murthy is still researching new blood therapy products, completely immersed in this ocean of blood.

Los didn't disturb him. He casually took a few bottles of potions, had Debbie write them down, and then turned and left.

In January, the days in Massa province are very short, and it gets completely dark by 4 p.m., and the temperature begins to drop rapidly, sometimes even reaching minus 20 degrees Celsius.

The night wind blows, and the biting cold can easily penetrate the thin cotton clothes, making people feel the majesty of winter.

As Arkham prepared to embrace its vibrant nightlife, an eagle soared into the sky, easily reaching thousands of meters high, before disappearing into the night sky in an instant, accompanied by a deafening sonic boom.

Meanwhile, in the city center of Massa, the capital of the Massa province, lies the headquarters of the provincial police department.

Exhausted, Kane sat slumped on the sofa, his aged face pale and weak, like a waning lion king, powerless to protect his people and territory.

boom! boom! boom!

Suddenly, several gunshots rang out from outside. The piercing screams were blocked by the double-paned glass, and only faint shouts could be heard from inside.

Kane reached out his trembling hand to grasp the coffee cup beside him, but was forced to stop due to the weakness in his fingers, and used his rarely used left hand to pick up the coffee.

His condition is getting worse.

He hasn't been home for almost a week now, and he locks himself in this office every day because he feels safe here.

His previous aversion to the family he had never had much affection for since childhood has now turned into a kind of fear.

He feared that if he went home, those who coveted his power would find out about his physical condition, and he even feared that those people, blinded by greed, would kill him in his home.

He felt no sense of security in his own home, and he didn't even trust his wife, his two sons, and his two daughters.

Only here, only in this office, can he feel at ease, because here he still possesses absolute authority, and the police officers he personally promoted remain obedient and grateful to him.

Meanwhile, in secret, the guards he secretly supported were protecting their master at all times.

Although this gave him temporary peace of mind, he knew that his time was running out.

Every day he wakes up these days, he can clearly feel that his condition is getting worse.

When I met Joel that day, he could still barely grip his cane with his right hand to support his body.

But now, this hand can't even hold a cup.

"Hurry! Hurry! Be quick!" The legendary Massa Tiger's eyes were now filled with urgency and fear.

He feared he wouldn't have enough time and would miss out on the possible hope and miracle.

Just then, a knock sounded on the door, and Kane's tired voice came through: "Come in."

Then, the handsome young man walked in, and you could see that there were still quite a few bloodstains on the cuffs of the white shirt inside the black coat.

That wasn't the enemy's blood, but his own.

"Those guys are getting more and more frequent and blatant in their probing, and now some people in the police station are starting to have crooked ideas and are changing their tune depending on the wind," the young man said in a low voice.

Kane remained calm and said, "It seems that there are far more people who want me dead than who want me alive."

The young man nodded silently: "You should prepare for the worst. They now dare to openly attack near the police station. They wouldn't be so bold if no one tipped them off."

Kane then fell silent.

Along with his health problems, his empire is gradually collapsing from within.