Starting with Blood Healing to become an Ancient God

"I possess knowledge, abilities, and methods that you cannot comprehend. All I need now are some trustworthy servants and subordinates."

"When I mentioned blood therapy to you during the day, I was right. I have a very mature technique that is decades, even hundreds of years ahead of this era. We can cure all kinds of difficult and complicated diseases at the lowest cost."

Daryl would scoff at empty words, just as he would in the city office during the day.

But things are different now. Thinking of his lively daughter, he felt much more convinced of Los's appearance.

Daryl tentatively asked, "Mayor, is your blood therapy really without any risks?"

Los casually said, "If it were someone else, the risk would be huge, but in my hands, there is no risk at all. We have a long time ahead of us, and you have plenty of time to observe Trish."

Daryl nodded, now about 70% convinced: "If that's the case, then your goal does indeed have a chance of being achieved."

Los turned and asked, "So, what's your answer?"

Daryl had no other choice at this point. He raised his hand in front of him, bowed, and said respectfully, "Daryl Crocomb, an intelligence officer of the Third Military Intelligence Division of the Rosas Empire, offers his full loyalty to the mysterious and powerful Mayor of Los Arkham, hoping that you will protect my family."

Los nodded in satisfaction. He was the one who created Daryl's character design, so he naturally had a very detailed understanding of the man.

This very pragmatic man's only weakness is his family.

“Alright, Daryl, get up and sit down. I need to know the current situation in the city,” Los said directly.

Daryl gradually relaxed a bit and sat down in his chair, saying, "The situation in Arkham City is quite complicated right now. The current eight municipal councilors come from the nine districts of Arkham, and they each represent the interests of their respective districts."

Los asked, "I know all that. What I want to know now is what these eight municipal councilors think of me."

Daryl organized his thoughts and calmly replied, "I just had a meeting with them, wanting to use the power of the committee to impeach you, and they all agreed very happily."

Hearing this, Los laughed and said, "This is very interesting. Dealing with eight districts for the first time is too much. Since we are now in the central district, let's take back the power here first."

Daryl looked at Los's smiling face and, after confirming that the mayor was not angry, said, "The municipal councilor of the central district is named Restaric. He used to be a sheriff, but he has now resigned. He is now the vice president of the Rhodes Chamber of Commerce in the central district."

Los nodded slightly, but didn't say much. He needed to check with Daryl to see the difference between the settings he knew and the reality.

Daryl explained, "The Rhodes Merchant Guild is one of the larger grey merchant guilds in the Empire today. They are involved in many industries, including normal commodity trading, various investments, as well as the smuggling of illegal drugs and arms, human trafficking, and so on."

“The Imperial Post Office, New Age Cinema, Arkham Tramway Company, Arkham Electricity Authority, Gas Company, Taxi Company, Gas Station, Sheehan Construction Contractors—these all have their people behind them.”

Hearing this, Los was somewhat surprised. The Rhodes Merchant Guild had already infiltrated most of the most profitable core departments in the entire central district, and the scope of its infiltration had far exceeded his expectations.

"As expected, the original settings are no longer adequate for the current situation. We need to prepare for the worst," Yi thought to herself.

Daryl continued, "The Vanks and Finn gangs, which are currently active in the central area, are under their control. According to the intelligence I have, they control a black market for guns, a black market for medicines, and two slave markets here."

Upon hearing this, Los roughly understood that it was the Rhodes Merchant Guild that had tried to kill him.

“Interesting.” Los stroked his chin, his face showing interest.

Daryl continued, "They now control 70% of the illegal firearms in Arkham, about 50% of the illegal drugs, and they also monopolize the slave trade and automobile transportation."

“Very good, then let’s make them our first target.” Los made the decision happily.

After listening, Daryl warned, "You need to be careful. Restalick is a very ruthless man. He has connections in the police station, the court, and even the armory. If he finds out about our actions, he might do something crazy."

Los casually said, "He's done his crazy thing. They sent assassins from the Vanks gang to kill me last night and cut off my head."

"What!?" Upon hearing this, Darryl was stunned, feeling as if he had misheard.

Los grabbed his head with both hands and pulled it upwards as if removing a helmet, instantly detaching his head from his neck and placing it on the table.

“Just like now,” Los said.

Chapter 0013 Mysterious Existence

Click!

Instinctively, Daryl stood up and drew his gun, but before he could react, the gun was in Carrington's hands.

Then Carrington's hoarse, deep voice rang in his ears: "If you dare to be so disrespectful to the young master again, I will show you what is more terrifying than death."

Daryl heard this indescribable tremor arise from his soul and instantly spread throughout his body.

He had no idea how his gun was taken away; if he hadn't noticed with his own eyes that his gun was missing, he wouldn't have realized that someone had taken it from him.

"Could Carrington be a superhuman?!" Daryl suddenly realized.

As he was filled with fear, the head on the desk spoke up: "Carrington, don't overreact. Daryl is on our side from now on, understand?"

Upon hearing this, Carrington's attitude immediately underwent a complete 180-degree turn, and he replied with utmost respect, "Yes, young master."

Daryl, barely regaining his senses, looked at Los and stammered, "Mayor, are you still human?"

Los pressed his head back onto his neck: "Don't worry, I'm still human. I just gained some special abilities for some special reasons."

"It is because of this special ability that I have gained powerful knowledge, which allows me to cure all human diseases."

Looking into Los's calm and intelligent eyes, Daryl felt a little relieved, and his fear and trembling gradually subsided.

What are your plans?

Daryl, being a professionally trained intelligence officer, quickly calmed himself and asked the question in a composed manner.

He had heard about superhumans in the intelligence department, people with strength and abilities far exceeding those of normal humans. He didn't believe it then, but he does today.

And believing all of this makes all the previous doubts and misunderstandings understandable; they are superhuman beings, beings that humans cannot comprehend.

"The mayor and his servants are all superhuman. As long as I am loyal enough, at least my family's safety can be guaranteed. Having a boss like that makes me feel at ease." Daryl felt relieved.

Los said, "This merchant guild is too complicated. I can't kill them all. Even if I did, a second merchant guild would quickly emerge, and it would cause chaos among the various forces in the city. This would not benefit the city at all."

Daryl nodded in agreement: "Yes, these eight forces are keeping a close eye on each other. If one force collapses, the others will definitely take the opportunity to enter the fray, and the consequences will be difficult to control at that time."

Los: "So the best solution is to take control of the Rhodes Chamber of Commerce directly."

"After gaining control of the chamber of commerce, we will reorganize it and guide it in the direction we need."

Daryl immediately said, "What is certain is that Restalick is one of their senior executives, but I am not quite sure who the real president of this chamber of commerce and related shareholders are at the moment."

Los: "You will continue to be a municipal councilor, as before. You will also continue to report to the Empire regularly. However, you should know very well what to say and what not to say."

Despite his calm tone, Daryl felt a jolt in his heart and immediately nodded, "Understood, Mayor."

Los was very satisfied: "Continue to incite conflict between these eight committee members and me, determine the list of key personnel, and do not stop them from assassinating me; cooperate with them as much as possible."

Daryl was a smart man and immediately understood Los's intention: "Good!"

“Tomorrow you can invite your best friend to celebrate Trish’s recovery. He’ll be curious, and then you can tell him about me and the Blood Healing Technique.”

Daryl's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this: "You mean Dr. Murthy?"

Los nodded slightly.

Daryl didn't dare ask any more questions and nodded in agreement.

After seeing Daryl off, Carrington watched his departing figure and tentatively asked, "Young Master, can he be trusted?"

“Since he agreed, he won’t betray us.”

"Follow him discreetly for the next couple of days, protect his safety, and also pay attention to details he might miss," Los said.

"Pay close attention to the movements of the Hand of Chaos. We want to take action against the Rhodes Merchant Guild, and a conflict with the Hand of Chaos is inevitable."

Carrington nodded: "Yes, sir."

He now needs to ascertain the current strength of the various organizations, detached from their original settings.

Meanwhile, in a hidden underground chamber in the central area, a man and a woman dressed in black robes were squatting on the ground.

Both men wore black robes with a hand holding an inverted triangle pattern on their chests and backs, which seemed to be the symbol of some organization.

The underground scene was terrifying, with various containers scattered around. The containers were now broken, and a pungent smell of preservatives permeated the entire room.

On the ground where the containers were broken, the heads of more than a dozen humans were scattered. Judging from their pale skin, these people had been dead for a long time, and their heads had been specially preserved by others.

In the middle of the basement, a headless corpse lay on the ground.

The body was severely damaged, and it was clear that the person had suffered various inhuman tortures before death.

The corpse was holding its own head, but its eyes were not closed; instead, it was staring at its own body with a strange look.

"What on earth is going on?" the woman asked in disbelief.

The man's face was also full of solemnity: "Heim was one of our core members, possessing the power of a bishop. How could he be so brutally murdered?"

The woman stood up and looked around: "There are no signs of a fight here. Judging from Heim's muscles, he had fought and struggled before. In other words, this was a completely one-sided and crushing battle."

"What kind of being could so easily annihilate a 30-man special forces unit with a level 20 Heim?" The woman felt a chill run down her spine at the thought.

“This matter must be related to Los Arkham,” the man said, standing up with a serious expression.

Yesterday afternoon, the higher-ups of the Chaos Hand issued a kill order to Los Arkham, demanding that he be killed last night.

Heim, a powerful superhuman at the heart of the Order, accepted the mission.

At 3 a.m., he called headquarters to report that he had killed Los Arkham and his butler, Carrington, who had a level 19 strength, and brought their heads back as a keepsake.

The cult was aware of his unusual hobby, so they didn't say much about it.

But this afternoon, their municipal councilor, Restalik, told them that Los Arkham was not dead and had even come to the city hall office that afternoon.

City manager Daryl also wants to join forces with the eight commissioners to impeach him.

Moreover, it is said that the murdered butler, Carrington, went out to shop as usual.

This immediately made them feel strange. Although Heim was not in good mental condition, he was indeed a devout believer who had carried out hundreds of missions without ever failing.

The higher-ups immediately expressed their dissatisfaction and sent the two of them over to ask them questions in person.

Unexpectedly, they witnessed such a bizarre scene.

"There are tools and preservatives on the table, which means he was processing a skull specimen at the time, most likely Arkham's head," the woman said, looking at the materials on the table.

The man shook his head: "How is that possible? His head was cut off and taken away; he couldn't possibly be alive."

"Our analysis is useless. This matter is beyond our capabilities. Gather evidence and then go back to report."

As she spoke, the woman skillfully took out her camera and other tools.

"Perhaps a mysterious entity that we know nothing about has quietly arrived in Arkham."

Chapter 0014 Arkham Asylum

Los believed in Daryl's deep affection for his family, as well as his abilities.

His next focus was not on the municipal government, but on finding suitable servants and subordinates.

Although Daryl was the municipal manager, he did not have much real power.