Starting with Blood Healing to become an Ancient God

The dice are jet black, with twelve sides, and the characters on each side are pure white.

Then the die began to spin as he rolled it, eventually settling on the number 8.

Los clearly saw the young man breathe a sigh of relief after seeing the number rolled on the die.

Although this action seemed to be a journalist's personal hobby, like someone who likes to flip a coin before doing something, the scene and the dice had a huge impact on Los's mind.

Because this twelve-sided black and white die was the "Die of Fate" that he originally designed for the game, which every player had to carry.

Although the world is an open-world exploration game, Los still retains some basic elements of tabletop role-playing games, with dice rolls being one of the core elements.

The aspects determined by the dice include five areas: conversation, reconnaissance, inspiration, healing, and learning. As for other aspects such as combat, everything depends on one's own ability and level.

A twelve-sided die is divided into two groups of numbers.

1 and 2 represent major failures.

3 and 4 represent major failures.

5 and 6 represent failure.

7 and 8 represent success.

9 and 10 represent great success.

11 and 12 represent great success.

Los didn't make too many complicated settings regarding the dice; his goal was to make the game more polygonal, rather than complex.

Watching the reporter walk away, Los sighed inwardly, "Indeed, the trajectory of this world's development has changed for certain reasons, and with my arrival."

In the original design, it would have been ten years before players could enter the game, but now, people who appear to be players have already appeared.

"We need to investigate this thoroughly first. I also need to figure out what kind of world I am in right now."

He had been prepared to receive players ever since he transmigrated, but he didn't expect them to arrive so quickly.

So, Los took the registration form, looked at the information he had just seen, and quickly found the young man.

“Ivanrug, 28, a reporter for the Arkham Gazette.”

After noting down this information, Los did not rush in; he had plenty of time to conduct further investigations.

In less than ten minutes, the thirteen reporters emerged, pale-faced and looking quite disheveled. Judging from the drool at the corners of their mouths, they had probably all vomited.

The player Ivan was the same; his eyes flashed with fear, and his hand holding the camera was trembling, as if he was terrified.

"It seems he wasn't faking it, which means his mental fortitude is just like this," Los thought to himself.

The surrounding crowd's expressions changed immediately upon seeing the expressions on the faces of the dozen or so reporters.

What kind of hellish scene turned these experienced journalists into this state?

Los stepped forward and shouted, "My brave journalists, please tell the people, shouldn't we completely eradicate the Hand of Chaos?!"

After listening for a while, the reporters clenched their fists and shouted indignantly, "Those cultists are inhuman! They committed such heinous acts! Mayor Arkham! You must eradicate the Hand of Chaos!"

Thus, Los perfectly transferred the public outrage from this incident into the hands of Chaos.

With this intelligence, we can successfully take action against the Rhodes Merchant Guild.

This chaotic town doesn't need logic and law in many ways, but Los now tries to convince the people that the new government wants order, not chaos.

After a detailed collection and comparison of data from the site, the entire municipal building was thoroughly cleaned with the help of the military.

The surrounding crowd and reporters could clearly see barrels of gasoline being carried out, as well as bodies in body bags.

Roughly calculated, at least fifty or sixty people died here!

"Madmen, a bunch of madmen!" exclaimed the surrounding crowd.

"But then again, our new mayor seems quite capable and decisive." Someone noticed this.

"Yes! He offended the Rhodes Merchant Guild yesterday, and today he's declared war on cults. Nobody's stupid. If he didn't have enough power, he certainly wouldn't have made these dangerous decisions."

"I'm starting to have expectations for our mayor; perhaps he really can bring us a new order."

Standing in the crowd, reporter Ivan listened to everyone's comments and then turned his gaze to Los.

Then he wanted to use a reconnaissance technique on this mysterious young mayor.

The die spun again, but this time it showed a 1.

Ivan suddenly felt a violent dizziness. Any major failure would have certain side effects, namely that the mental energy consumed would not only not be rewarded, but would even be deducted in addition to the mental energy.

"What bad luck," Ivan muttered.

He didn't notice the mayor's unusual behavior, simply assuming it was due to his poor mental state causing his bad luck.

"This place is really dangerous. How dare a cult commit such a horrific act in the city government? I need to get out of this place as soon as I can after I've investigated the case thoroughly," Ivan muttered, and hurried away.

Los, who had been watching him from a short distance away, heard his mutterings clearly.

"An investigator? Judging from his tone, he doesn't seem to be one of those players in the traditional sense." Los thought to himself, his vigilance towards this world increasing several notches.

The reason he is being so cautious is that he is still unaware of the situation of the major forces outside the town, and the sudden appearance of this person who seems to be a player seems to further prove the complexity and unknown nature of the area outside the town.

The news of the horrific attack at the city hall spread throughout Arkham in just one morning, and subsequent investigations by the government and military pointed to the Rhodes Chamber of Commerce and the chaotic hand behind it.

After Elizabeth finished reading the newly printed newspaper, she stood up and said, "It's time to pay a visit to our amazing mayor."

P.S.: There are no players in the traditional sense who enter the game to play, but there are similar "players" who are all natives and there are no transmigrators.

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Chapter 0038: Will a person die if their head is cut off?

A terrifying storm began to brew in the heart of Arkham. In response, all the forces of the Rhodes Merchant Guild began to consolidate and enter martial law, like a beast taut and ready to fight at any moment.

Upon hearing the news in the affluent neighborhood, Reagan Rod's expression was no longer as composed and confident as it had been yesterday.

The composure and confidence he displayed yesterday have vanished. Looking at his current unpleasant expression, it's as if he's just been force-fed excrement, and he seems to be inexplicably uncomfortable.

The servants at home, upon hearing the news, also looked unwell, vaguely sensing that the entire central district was about to change.

In the dead silence, the woman belonging to the Hand of Chaos reappeared.

"The Pope said to begin consolidating all of the Rhodes Chamber of Commerce's businesses and firmly controlling its assets. Now we hold the lifeline of the central district, and Los won't dare to make a move easily."

Hearing this, Reagan asked in a hoarse voice, "Are we really unable to handle this guy?"

"How dare you! You dare question the Pope!?" the woman shouted sharply.

Reagan quickly lowered his head, not daring to speak.

The woman snorted and explained, "It's not that we can't handle it, but if we continue to fight head-on, it won't do us any good. If we escalate the situation and allow other forces to take advantage of the situation, or if we attract the attention of the Empire's higher-ups, then we'll be in trouble, understand?"

Reagan nodded slowly, indicating that he understood.

Although the explanation was quite reasonable, he still sensed his master's current helplessness, because such a defensive, huddled posture was not in line with his master's style of doing things.

"Los Arkham, where did you get such immense power from?!"

In one morning, Los successfully transferred all the hatred to the Hand of Chaos. Although this meant going to war with the Hand of Chaos directly, he didn't care.

Through these two encounters, he could roughly estimate the true strength of the Hand of Chaos. The strongest person in the entire church should not exceed level 50.

Not to mention himself, he couldn't even beat Lilith.

However, he did not intend to wipe them out directly. What he was facing now was not a hack-and-slash game, but a simulation management game.

What he needs now is to build his own power base and improve the skills and knowledge of his subordinates.

So, after finishing his business in the morning, Los went directly to Arkham Sanatorium to prepare to establish a special force with extraordinary powers.

The gangsters who attacked Los's house last night, and the gangsters who attacked Daryl's house, are here now.

In the time to come, they will face death and rebirth.

The materials are now ready, and Carrington has just returned from the desolate cemetery in the suburbs, where he raided a large horde of ghouls and stole some of their items.

Carrington threw a large bag on the ground, inside which were about thirty or forty ghoul heads.

"Young master is truly merciful. He only allowed me to take their heads, not to harm their lives."

"They took the head but didn't kill anyone?" Kur looked completely bewildered.

Carrington was taken aback, then slapped his forehead and said, "Oh! I forgot about that. Oh! Right, normally most creatures die after their heads are removed."

"???" Carrington had never seen Los's headless form before and had no idea what these words meant.

Lilith then quietly emerged from the darkness: "So you really do die after your head is cut off? I've really learned something new today."

"Me!??" Upon hearing these two's words, Kuerton suddenly felt that all the common sense about human anatomy he had learned in his thirty-plus years of life had been for nothing!

While Kur was completely bewildered, Los came down the stairs and asked, "Is everything ready?"

Kuer quickly composed himself and said, "Everything is prepared according to the proportions you gave me, and it's just waiting to be cooked."

At this moment, ten large pots had been set up on the fire in this vast space.

Yi nodded: "Just throw in the ghoul's skull and you can start stewing it."

Kur was then responsible for throwing in the ghoul skulls, while Carrington was responsible for learning about the criminal lives of these gang members.

Lilith snuggled close to Los in a very affectionate way: "Master, I did a quick interrogation of these people while I was playing the game last night, and guess what I found out?"

Los had no idea, so he smiled and said, "I'd much rather you told me in that beautiful voice."

“You’re so good with words.” Lilith blushed slightly, then explained, “I’ve discovered one of the current strongholds of the Hand of Chaos, and they seem to have found the entrance to an underground labyrinth near the old church on the south side. Their main members are currently there deciphering and researching it.”

Los raised an eyebrow after hearing this: "Oh? These guys are really capable; they actually discovered the entrance to the dungeon labyrinth."

"Should I go and drive them inside, then seal the door shut? It would be really interesting to see them fighting each other in there." Lilith's face showed great interest.

Los touched her incredibly soft hair and said, "No rush, let's deal with the core of our future Arkham first."

“Go check the proportions of the seasoning ingredients again,” Los said.

Lilith nodded and walked away briskly, quite interested in this intriguing task.

Can you really create a powerful ghoul just by stewing human corpses like this? She couldn't quite understand it.

Kur walked over mysteriously and asked in a low voice, "Young Master, do Carrington and Lilith have some problems with their worldview? They actually believe that people don't die after being beheaded."

"Huh? People die after being beheaded?" Los was suddenly startled.

"Huh!??" Upon hearing this, Kur was completely dumbfounded.