Starting with Blood Healing to become an Ancient God

Once Los was able to control his head's facial expressions, Carrington asked, "Young Master, what do you need me to do next?"

Los's face gradually regained expression, and some color returned to his pale face, indicating that blood was beginning to circulate in his head again.

With his mouth slightly open, he was finally able to make a sound through his vocal cords.

"Prepare food, I'm hungry."

The sound was incredibly unpleasant, like a stone mill grinding bones, making one feel uncomfortable all over.

Carrington nodded immediately: "No problem! What would you like to eat?"

“Anything is fine, raw or cooked food is fine, I need a lot of food,” Los said in a hoarse voice.

The energy consumed in connecting and modifying the head made him feel hungry again.

Chapter 0006 Simple and Honest Folk Customs

While waiting for the food, Los, using his restored mind, gave his body another comprehensive check-up.

He doesn't need to sleep now, but he does need to eat; his head is merely an ornament.

Although his treatment restored all the functions of his head, including vision, taste, and touch, he could still detach his will at any time and observe from the unique perspective of being headless.

Moreover, placing one's consciousness within a normal brain would limit one's thinking ability.

Through this superdimensional knowledge, Los could see and understand all the structures of the human body with unparalleled clarity, and modifying the body with that knowledge was as simple as stacking building blocks.

However, this is contingent on having sufficient bioenergy.

At lunchtime, Los's terrifying appetite startled Carrington.

To paraphrase the young master, changing body structure and shape requires a lot of energy and protein, so I need to consume a lot of sugar and beef in the future and make ample preparations.

With ample food, the bruises around Los's neck had completely healed, and his damaged vocal cords had recovered, but a ring of scars remained on his neck.

Given his current condition, these scars could be easily repaired, but there's no need for it.

This scar is a convenient device, much like a zipper on clothing.

Having a head attached to one's body would restrict one's thinking, so Los plans to remove the head whenever needed to facilitate his thought process.

This scar is the back door that makes it easier to remove the head.

After eating and drinking his fill, Losna's body, which had lost too much blood, was replenished with energy and finally regained its color, no longer the ashen-blue of a dead man.

"Prepare some more vegetables for me, such as lettuce, tomatoes, fish, and milk. I need a lot of vitamins A, B, C, and D, as well as calcium and other trace elements."

Although Carrington didn't understand, he immediately nodded after hearing it: "Yes, young master! I'll go prepare right away."

Los nodded slightly and said, "You can't manage this place alone. The altar is no longer needed, so don't worry about others finding out. I'll find some reliable servants to help you when I have time, so you can have some free time."

Carrington naturally understood his young master's good intentions and respectfully replied, "Yes, young master."

After a pause, Carrington reminded him, "Young master, the town has been in chaos for the past two years, and it's not easy to find a few reliable people."

Los smiled and said, "Don't worry, I have a way."

He had already devised a plan to control the central area and develop blood healing techniques, but before that, he needed to use his blood healing techniques to win over his four most core and important subordinates.

Over the next hour, after replenishing himself with a large amount of vitamins and trace elements, Los saw through the headless perspective that his body's overall levels had begun to balance, and nodded in satisfaction.

"I'll take care of it slowly when I have time later."

As he spoke, he stood up, preparing to relieve himself and then take a shower, because he had other things to do that afternoon.

After taking care of his personal hygiene, Los combed his hair neatly, put on a decent black suit, and was fairly satisfied with his appearance.

Now he can even change his appearance and physique at any time, comparable to the legendary faceless monster, but that would consume a lot of energy.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Los went out.

His home is located in the heart of the eight districts of Arkham, at 200 Coe Street, at the intersection of Coe Street and Peabody Avenue, which is considered the edge of the town.

Strictly speaking, his house was not in a good location. Just one block away, about 800 meters away, was the Arkham Asylum, located on the northern edge of town, which housed a large number of insane people.

About 600 meters to the east is Innsmouth Station, and both places can be described as "full of talent".

I had just stepped out of my house when I heard a scream as loud as a pig being slaughtered coming from afar.

"Let me go! Let me go! Who do you think I am! I am the ultimate being, beyond human comprehension! I am the emperor of all of you! Let me go! You treacherous subjects! Her Majesty the Queen is going to have my child! You traitors!"

Los turned his head and saw a young man in a white patient gown shouting madly. Several doctors in white coats pinned him to the ground, tied him up tightly, and carried him back to the nearby Arkham Sanatorium.

Los followed the gaze to the five-story Arkham Sanatorium, surrounded by high walls and iron gates. In his design, there were indeed many geniuses who had gone mad from contact with the Old Gods.

"This is my valuable talent pool for the future."

“Yes, this Arkham Sanatorium can be rebuilt and converted into a supernatural containment facility to house special beings.” Los had already made plans for that place in his mind.

He plans to visit the sanatorium tomorrow, and his main purpose in going out today is to go to his workplace, the city hall.

The city hall isn't far from here; just head south along Peabody Avenue for two blocks and you'll arrive.

The buildings here are very densely packed. To the left is a public square for citizens to use. Since it was during working hours, there weren't many people there, except for some children running around with simple toys.

To the right of his house is the Bee Restaurant, whose desserts are delicious; every time I pass by, I can smell the fragrant cream.

Los swallowed hard; needing a lot of energy, he had little resistance to desserts these days.

Just across the street from this dessert shop is the Arkham Courthouse, which also serves as a temporary prison for prisoners serving sentences of no more than one year.

The city hall is located just across the road from the courthouse.

Just as he passed the intersection near the city hall, Los heard a burst of gunfire. Looking west along Hyde Street, he saw a heavily armed gang fighting with the guards.

Missiles and grenades were everywhere, like something out of a blockbuster movie.

The people around had already fled in panic, but only Los stood at the street corner, watching the performance in front of him with a smile.

Behind the city hall is the Arkham Armory, which stores a large quantity of firearms and ammunition; the robbers' target was one of those weapons.

Watching the fierce firefight between the two sides, thousands of bullets were fired, yet miraculously, not a single person died.

Then the guards inexplicably retreated, and the bandits rushed in, easily moving away about half of the weapons in ten minutes.

About ten minutes after the group of robbers drove away in their truck, police officers from a police station less than 200 meters away, separated only by a street and a gas company, arrived "very quickly".

He casually glanced at the situation and then began cleaning up the mess.

Los recalled the report he had just seen and laughed.

"What a dedicated group of police officers!"

The arms reserves here all belong to the Empire. Since it's inconvenient for these police officers to openly embezzle, they cooperate with the gangs in this way. After the arms are sold to the gangs for profit, they split the spoils together.

Yes, it's an excellent and well-coordinated collaboration.

This is Los's assessment of them.

"Hey! What are you looking at! Get lost!" Just as Los was watching the whole thing with a smile, a policeman raised his gun and shouted at Los with a wary look on his face.

Los raised his hand, smiled, and turned to leave.

As I crossed the street corner and arrived at the entrance of the City Hall opposite Loston, I was drawn to the scene outside the tram company diagonally across the street.

At this moment, the people waiting for the tram were not panicked by the gunshots not far away. Instead, they waited for the tram calmly or read newspapers.

Because they had become accustomed to all of this.

At that moment, not far from the tram station, a woman carrying a bag was suddenly stopped by a thug who threatened her with a knife in one hand and then tried to snatch her bag.

The woman did not panic. Instead, she appeared grim and, as she handed the bag to the robber, pulled out a handgun and shot the thug in the chest.

“I’ve been robbed three times by you guys! You damn scum!” the woman said, firing two more shots.

After killing the thug, the woman retrieved her handbag, put away her gun, and walked calmly towards the tram stop.

Los laughed heartily: "Such simple and honest folk! Is this what my citizens are like? I love them!"

0007 Internal and external troubles

Turning his gaze away, Los looked at the massive brick building. The white paint on its surface was now covered with the dust of time, turning grayish-white and giving it a solemn air of age.

The municipal building was rebuilt in 1901 under the bi-monthly calendar, overseen by his grandfather, and is now nearly thirty years old.

The municipal building has six floors and currently houses 41 public employees who maintain the operation of the entire city system.

Mayor Los walked in through the downstairs door, where he was greeted indifferently by passersby, who did not seem particularly enthusiastic.

This young mayor was not popular. He knew nothing about the town and had only been hastily appointed by bloodline. On his second day in office, he made an incredibly foolish decision: the ban on blood wine.

This affects not only the sellers, but also the vast majority of ordinary people who drink blood wine.

Looking at the indifferent expressions of these people, Los was not surprised by the scene, which was also the reason he came here today.

The city hall has two elevators that are relatively rare these days, but these elevators are only open to internal staff, and people who come to do business have to take the stairs.

Standing at the elevator door, a woman wearing glasses and with slightly disheveled hair rushed over: "Mayor, you've finally arrived. The whole city is protesting your ban from yesterday. Whether it's the slums on the south side of the city center or the wealthy people in the rich neighborhood, they're all against you."

Los smiled as he looked at the middle-aged woman with chestnut curly hair. Her name was Janet, and she was one of the town's clerks.

“I understand, I understand, Janet. But don’t worry, I’ve decided to cancel my decision from yesterday.”

Upon hearing this, Janet was stunned: "Cancel!?"

Los nodded: "Yes, I had a problem with my brain yesterday and made a very stupid decision. After reflecting on it overnight, I realized how stupid it was, so I decided to cancel it."

"Since you're here, go and call the city manager for me. I need him to calm the public down."

Janet, as if waking from a dream, hurriedly said, "Yes, Mayor!"

The mayor's office is located on the south side of the fourth floor, covering an area of ​​approximately sixty square meters, and is nicely decorated.

The desk and chair are located near the east wall, making the space inside the door very spacious.

The large window on the right provides excellent natural light. From here, you can see not only the bustling public square, but also most of Arkham's city center. Looking south, you can see the river district across the Miskatonic River and the French mountains.

Standing by the window, Los looked at the unchanging town, with its crooked, multi-tiered roofs and loosely built-up attics.

“It’s exactly as described in the text,” Los murmured, a sense of ambiguity washing over him.

Arkham's development level is not high, and it is generally in the lower middle of the Empire.

The main reason is that the situation here is too complicated. Gangs, cults, fugitives, slave owners, and even monsters that are not human all gather here.

Smuggling of various contraband, rituals against evil gods, human trafficking, and many other troublesome issues occur frequently here.

According to Los's design for the area, each of the nine districts of the town of Arkham is controlled by a hidden local tyrant, cult, and other supernatural beings.