Starting with Blood Healing to become an Ancient God

Sixteen-year-old Tracy is already 1.7 meters tall, with a well-proportioned and slender figure. She only resembles Daryl in face shape; the rest of her features are a perfect inheritance from her mother.

Trish has a typical Western frame, and her square face with soft angles looks generous and poised. Combined with her long blonde curls and emerald green eyes, she exudes youthful vitality.

This assumes that the eyes are normal.

Her eyes had lost their sparkle, her eyelids drooped, her eyes were red-rimmed, and her face was expressionless, filled with dullness and gloom.

Seeing her daughter like this, Leila couldn't help but cry.

Los looked at the beautiful girl and sighed, "God is so cruel to let such a beautiful girl suffer like this."

Then, changing the subject with unwavering confidence, he said, "However, today we're going to defy God's plan, beautiful Tracy, your eyes will be healed today!"

Chapter 0009 The First Healer of Blood Healing

Los's words were strongly encouraging and inspiring, and the mother and daughter even felt a renewed sense of hope after hearing them.

“Madam, you will need to wait outside for about half an hour. I need to be very focused and quiet during the treatment,” Los said.

Leila immediately replied, "Okay! No problem."

Then, she hurriedly turned around and closed the bedroom door, then hid in the living room, afraid of disturbing the doctor's appointment.

Ross helped Tracy lie down on the bed, and you could see that her pink pillow was soaked.

“You must be a handsome and sunny gentleman,” Trish said in a slightly hoarse voice as she sat down with Ross’s help.

Her voice was unique, with a slight nasal tone, which made her sound very cute.

Los smiled and said, "No, I'm very ugly. Don't be scared when you see me later."

Trish didn't have high hopes and said in a low voice, "On the premise that it can be cured."

“Alright, beautiful Tracy, you need to lie down on the bed now.” Los supported her shoulders and laid her flat on the bed.

"How do you plan to treat this?" Trish asked tentatively.

Ross bent down and whispered in her ear, "I'm afraid your mother will find out, so this is the only way I can tell you, is that okay?"

Trish felt the warm breath blowing on her ears, a strange combination of comfort and stimulation.

"Please go ahead," Trish said, her face flushing slightly.

"This is a forbidden therapy called blood therapy. I will help you treat and repair the damaged nerves in your brain by injecting you with special blood. Not only will it restore your radiance, but you may also gain some special abilities beyond ordinary people."

Although this way of speaking made Trish very nervous, and she couldn't help but squeeze her legs together, she still heard what he said clearly.

At this moment, she didn't care about taboos or special abilities; she only wanted to regain her sight, even at any cost.

“If you can heal my eyes, I will be grateful to you for the rest of my life,” Trish said with utmost seriousness.

Los smiled and nodded: "It might hurt a little in a bit, I hope you can bear it."

"After two years of treatment, I've gotten used to the pain," Trissby Los thought, feeling even stronger.

“Very good, I like strong girls.” Los smiled and extended his hand.

The next second, his index finger turned into a very slippery tentacle. After fiddling with it a couple of times, the tentacle transformed into dozens of tiny tentacles.

Treating Trish would be much easier than reviving Carrington, though of course his goal wasn't just to heal the little girl.

This is a great opportunity to win over loyal subordinates.

"My current body structure is similar to that of an ancient god. I never expected to turn into a tentacle monster so quickly," Los couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Los plans to first inject Trish with 1 milliliter of blood, which is the limit her body can tolerate.

After the injection, and with Los's deliberate control and modification, it will not only heal Trish's eyes, but also allow her to take the first step toward a non-human form.

"here we go."

"I'm ready!"

As Ross spoke, these dozens of tiny tentacles pierced directly into Trish's brain through the pores on her forehead.

During this process, Trish felt dozens of long needles piercing her brain, and the intense pain almost made her scream.

But her strong will made her endure it.

She then felt as if these long needles were dozens of soft worms, constantly running and wriggling in her mind. This feeling was extremely strange and terrifying.

But her desire to have two eyes overcame everything.

"What kind of needle did the mayor use? It seems really strange."

She didn't know how long this wriggling sensation lasted, but then she felt dozens of strange energies appear in her brain.

These strange energies possess indescribable special power. They first gather in the brain, then flow rapidly through her bloodstream throughout her body, and are quickly absorbed by her body.

The absorption process was incredibly wonderful, even an indescribable feeling of exhilaration. She felt as if she were about to fly, and her whole body couldn't help but twitch and tremble, much more intense and pronounced than the feeling she had after having a lucid dream.

She didn't know how much time had passed when she felt a large amount of liquid flowing from her eyes, and at the same time, her eyes, which had been dry and uncomfortable, felt an indescribable coolness and comfort.

"Alright, beautiful Trish, you can open your eyes now," the mayor's familiar voice rang out.

Following the sound, she slowly opened her eyes.

As those emerald-like eyes opened, she saw the ceiling she hadn't seen in so long, the light bulb on it, and the sun by the window.

At this moment, the fiery red sunset shone through the window into the room, filling her bedroom with the afterglow of the evening glow.

Her eyes widened as she felt the incredible power of it all; at that moment, she felt as if she were in a dream.

"How is it?" came the gentle voice, always carrying a faint smile.

Trish turned her head and saw a handsome face with a gentle smile. His demeanor was reserved, carrying a touch of aristocratic melancholy.

The rays of the setting sun shone on him, as if draping him in a blood-red robe, making him look like a god descended from the heavens.

“You are much younger and more handsome than I imagined,” Trish said excitedly.

Ross smiled and said, "Beautiful lady, your aesthetic sense is quite correct."

"Stand up and move around a bit. I've also taken care of some of your other ailments, such as the sprained ankle you had as a child, your cavities, and the stomach problems and cold uterus caused by eating ice cream all the time."

Upon hearing this, Trish stood up in surprise. At that moment, she felt exceptionally light and strong. She had never imagined that she could be so healthy, as if she had been reborn.

"Thank you! Thank you!" She jumped up excitedly and hugged Los tightly.

Holding the mayor's body, Trish was filled with gratitude and excitement.

Los embraced her without hesitation and whispered in her ear, "The treatment we just had is a secret between us. Don't tell anyone, not even your parents, understand?"

Trish quickly composed herself and nodded to indicate that she understood.

“Alright, tidy yourself up and go see your mother. She’s done so much for you these past two years,” Los said gently.

Trish loved hearing the mayor's gentle voice. Like a kitten, she nodded obediently, then composed herself, turned around, and opened the door.

"Mom! My eyes are better!"

"My God! My Trish! My Trish! You're finally recovered."

Without even looking, just from her tone, Los knew how happy and excited Lyra was.

Chapter 0010 Daryl's Fear

The mother and daughter hugged each other, crying with excitement and laughing with joy for more than ten minutes before they finally calmed down.

Then, Leila said, looking embarrassed, "I'm sorry, Mayor."

Los laughed and said, "Calling me Mayor is too formal. Daryl and I are friends. You can just call me Los in private."

Lyra said happily, "Okay, Mr. Los, I really don't know how to thank you enough."

Los casually said, "Daryl is my friend, and Trish is a citizen of this city. Whatever the reason, healing Trish is what I, as the mayor, should do."

“Your nobility, your greatness, your kindness fill us with immense gratitude and reverence.” Leila felt deeply impressed and moved.

After being cured of this terminal illness, the mayor remained so peaceful and asked for nothing in return. The legendary apostle of God must be no more than this.

After expressing his gratitude and thanks, Los took his leave, saying, "Well, it's getting late, I should go back now."

"Why don't you stay for dinner? Daryl is probably coming back soon," Leila hurriedly urged.

Trish quickly added, "Would you like to have dinner with us?"

Los didn't want to confront Daryl here, so he said helplessly, "I really don't have time today. I just took office and there are still many things to deal with. As you should know, I don't have enough seniority. I rose to power by bloodline, and many people don't trust me."

"So at this time, I have no time to slack off."

Hearing this, Lyra and Trish understood, and could only see Los off with great disappointment and reluctance.

After Los left, Trish's bright eyes blinked constantly, and she looked around at everything with joy and wonder.

“Mom, Mr. Arkham is the greatest benefactor of my life, and I will not allow anyone to speak ill of him! Those narrow-minded people have no idea of ​​Mr. Arkham’s greatness and kindness.”

Lyra stroked Trish's golden curls with delight and comforted her, "Trish, we can't make everyone agree with what we believe in, but we can protect and stand by the people we believe in."

“I believe that if Mayor Arkham is given some time, he can win more praise and recognition.”

Trish nodded earnestly: "That's inevitable, but during these times, the mayor also needs someone to help and support him, and I want to be that person."

“My child, you are only sixteen years old and in high school. There are many things you cannot control. What do you want to eat today? I will prepare it. We should celebrate properly today.”

Trish agreed verbally, but in her heart she was already planning how to repay the favor.

Even now, she can't forget the image of that handsome young man with a gentle smile, bathed in the sunset, that she saw when she first opened her eyes after being blind for two years. She believes that she will never forget that image for the rest of her life.

After a four-hour meeting, the city government reached an unprecedented consensus with eight municipal councilors for the first time in ten years, and determined the policy to impeach Los after the start of the workday tomorrow.

As he walked back home down the street, he still felt a lot of worry. Los's composure and smile at the time still made him feel uneasy.

"Robbery!" a woman screamed from a corner near the public square.

Unfortunately, nobody cares about any of this, even though the police station is less than 200 meters away at 302 Amizzi Street.

This is the daily routine in Arkham City nowadays. The police know how complicated and complex the forces behind these petty thugs are. If they are not careful and investigate too deeply, their bodies may be dumped in a garbage dump in some alley by this time tomorrow.

Daryl frowned slightly upon seeing this, but didn't pay much attention, even though he could easily subdue the robber.

He disliked this atmosphere. Although he, a former spy, lacked the integrity of a policeman, he still longed for a relatively safe life, as he didn't want his wife and daughters to encounter such things when they went out.

When he was sent here ten years ago, he was full of ambition and wanted to use his own strength to reorganize Arkham City.

Unfortunately, he completely underestimated the town. Now, the passage of time has smoothed out his rough edges, and all he wants now is to make money, enough money to take his wife and daughter away from here to seek the best medical technology in the imperial capital.

With that thought in mind, he took a deep breath and strode home.