Starting with Blood Healing to become an Ancient God

To run a large city, without reliable manpower, you'll probably end up being sold out while still helping the other party count their money.

Now that Los is surrounded by wolves and tigers, there aren't many places where he can find a suitable servant, but it's not impossible.

That night, Los sat in his study all night reading municipal documents and summaries, finally gaining a general understanding of Arkham City as it is today.

The situation was much more complicated than he had imagined.

In the report, he saw spies from the three Imperial Military Intelligence Bureaus, searching for the entrances to the ancient dungeons and labyrinths beneath Arkham, and the forbidden objects hidden within.

They also saw twelve cults led by the Hand of Chaos, the Forbidden Gate, and the Egg of the Black Goat. They used the chaos and darkness here to worship the three evil gods that symbolize chaos, time and space, and gestation.

He also discovered the Danny Gang, a large gang that controlled most of Arkham's land transportation, and was illegally mining Arkham's rich mines.

There are also extraordinary organizations that claim to protect humanity and uphold justice, including the Green Covenant, which sealed off the Dunwich incident seven years ago; the Night Guardians, who expel alien monsters; and the Oath Foundation, which specializes in collecting various extraordinary creatures.

There are also mercenaries who specialize in the extraordinary, such as the Eye of Alama and the Dark Ones Alliance.

He even saw the Arkham branch of the Redemption Society, the most mysterious and powerful secret society in the world, which claimed to be able to dominate the course of human history.

These colossal creatures lurked here for their own purposes, seemingly waiting for something, or perhaps brewing something.

In the early morning, sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the dimly lit study. Los stretched and looked out the window.

"Damn, this question is a bit beyond the syllabus."

As he looked back, all his previous basic assumptions had become a thing of the past, and the development of all the organizations had far exceeded his expectations.

"Young Master, breakfast is ready," Carrington's voice came from outside the door.

Los collected his thoughts: "We need to take things one step at a time. Let's find some subordinates first."

After eating nearly twenty pounds of food, Los put on his well-fitting suit and instead of going to the city hall, he walked north along the street.

He went to the Arkham Sanatorium, which was located behind his house.

Arkham Sanatorium was built forty years ago, spearheaded by his great-grandfather, with funding from his family and the government, for reasons unknown.

The sanatorium has fifty beds, and the normal cost of hospitalization is 110 yuan per month, which is a considerable sum.

Of course, there are also many poor patients here. These patients have almost no chance of being cured and are essentially forgotten people left here to die.

The sanatorium is a rather large gray-white building with five floors above ground and three floors below ground.

The sanatorium was surrounded by a huge, dark red wall with menacing iron bars to prevent patients from climbing over it at will.

Even so, patients often manage to escape through various miraculous procedures.

The sanatorium has a small staff: three attending physicians, fifteen medical staff, five security guards, and two maintenance workers.

According to Los's memory, Arkham Asylum was relatively normal in previous years, but it has gradually deteriorated in the last decade.

As the Karam family declined, the power of various regions gradually increased. Although this place was still an Arkham family property, it had become a de facto prison.

This place holds many people whom various organizations do not want others to see, but who cannot die. These people are generally mentally unstable due to some special circumstances and are unable to communicate, yet they are hiding important secrets.

From this point on, the income of all the staff at the sanatorium increased significantly, and the overall income increased fifteen times compared to before, becoming the main source of income for families like the Arkham family.

Standing at the dark gate of the sanatorium, the thick iron gate was heavier and more sturdier than that of a prison.

Two fully armed guards stood at the entrance. When they saw Los approaching, they bowed respectfully and opened a side door for him.

The staff here are not loyal to the Arkham family, but they still have to show some respect.

Walking through the main gate, there is a relatively spacious playground. This playground was originally used for patients to exercise, but unfortunately, nowadays patients almost never have the opportunity to leave that building.

Los is here today to announce something and to bring everyone here under his control. This is his backyard, his core talent pool, and he will not tolerate any possibility of betrayal.

Upon entering the building, the first thing you see is a relatively spacious lobby with two staircases on either side leading upstairs and a counter in the middle.

Behind the counter sat a middle-aged female nurse dressed in white.

"Young Master Los!" The nurse hurriedly stood up to greet him as she saw Los approaching.

Los smiled and nodded: "Good morning, diligent lady, has Dr. Kur arrived?"

“He’s here, Mr. Los, in his office,” the nurse said, stepping out from behind the counter.

She was somewhat surprised at this moment. In her impression, young master Los was a relatively introverted and gloomy person who did not like to smile. He always had a stern face, was unapproachable, and gave people a very uncomfortable feeling.

But today, young master Los gave off a relaxed and approachable vibe.

"This way, please." The nurse smiled and led Los to his office on the second floor.

"Has anything unusual happened at the sanatorium lately?" Los asked as they walked.

The nurse said, "The patients in 305 and 307 suddenly had a mental breakdown for some reason. They kept banging their heads against the wall, and we had to use a depressor to restrict their movements."

"The patients in 401 and 419, we don't know how, secretly went to the ward on the second basement floor, and then shouted that they were the children of the ancient gods. We gave them a sedative and they are still not awake."

"Patient No. 513 seems to have recovered, but I still feel something is strange. I think letting him out like this will definitely threaten the safety of others."

As the nurse described the situation, Los searched for familiar figures based on his own setup.

Unfortunately, he didn't know the numbers of any of the five patients.

In the setting, he designed five special patients here: two related to the dungeon maze, two who had undergone mental mutations, who were one of his targets today, a completely insane person.

However, he is now confident that he can heal her.

Turn this patient into your loyal servant, and things will be much easier for him in the future.

Chapter 0015 Kurvin

Upon reaching the second floor, there is a long corridor leading to both sides, with windows on one side and office doors on the other.

The windows in the sanatorium were very small, about half a meter square, and located near the ceiling, at least three meters above the ground.

The pale white walls were covered with stains and even dark red handprints. The handprints stretched far across the wall, and just by looking at them, one could almost feel the despair and madness of the person who left them.

The mud stains, dust, bloodstains, and many unrecognizable drawings are very old, showing that they have been through many years.

These traces did not add to the tranquility of this quiet, somewhat eerie corridor; instead, they gave it a sense of lonely stillness.

The nurse led Los along the left-hand corridor to the fourth door and knocked: "Dr. Kur, young master Los has arrived."

With the sound of the door lock opening, a robust middle-aged man wearing glasses and a white coat opened the door.

The middle-aged man was about thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old. He had a slightly long face with prominent features, a high nose bridge, and sunken eyes. He had a buzz cut and a scar on his left cheek. He looked very capable and fierce.

"Young Master Los, what brings you here today?" Dr. Kur was a full 1.9 meters tall, like a big black bear.

In his memory, young master Los was a very ordinary and normal person who rarely came here.

Los smiled and said, "I've come to check on things."

Kuhl's office wasn't large, but it was somewhat cluttered, containing various books with notes, as well as batons, dumbbells, handcuffs, and firearms.

He was once an excellent military doctor, but due to an accident, he not only lost three fingers on his left hand, but also suffered permanent nerve damage in his right hand, causing him to tremble constantly.

Unable to wield a scalpel after retiring from the military and falling into poverty, he came here on the recommendation of Dr. Murthy and became a psychiatrist.

Looking at Kurna's trembling right hand and his bare left hand, which only had his thumb and forefinger left, Los asked with concern, "How have you been lately?"

Kur grinned and said, "Thank you for your concern, Young Master Los. I've been doing well lately, but because of the humid summer, my right hand has started to ache again."

As he spoke, he raised his trembling right hand.

"You've worked hard all these years, Kur," Los said earnestly.

According to his character design, Kur is a fairly loyal person to his family. Although he helps Finn handle some patients that they cannot handle, he has not done anything to harm the Arkham family.

Kur was somewhat surprised. In his memory, the introverted and gloomy young master Los did not seem to like him, and had even been frightened to tears by him when they were children.

"Thank you for your concern, Young Master Los. I am also grateful to Master George for not looking down on me and for giving me this job, which allows me to earn five thousand yuan a year." As he said this, Kur showed some gratitude on his face.

"After I was kicked out of the army, I couldn't even imagine that I would have a wife and children and live such a life."

Los chuckled: "Have you ever thought that your life could be even better?"

“Better? What do you mean?” Kur was taken aback.

Los raised his finger and pointed to his hand: "This."

Kur gave a wry smile after hearing this: "Young Master Los, you're joking. I know my own hands well."

"Kur, what kind of person am I in your eyes?" Los suddenly asked.

Looking at Los's serious expression, Kur thought for a moment and said, "Elegant, reserved, a high-achieving student who is somewhat hard to understand."

"Haha, that's actually a pretty good compliment."

Los smiled, then asked, "So, do you trust me?"

Kur sensed something was off about his young master today and tentatively asked, "Young master, is there anything you need me to do?"

“No, you should ask me what I need you to be,” Los said.

Kur's heart skipped a beat, as if he had considered some possible scenarios.

“I have indeed done some shady things for others, but I have never done anything to betray the Arkham family. Please believe me,” Kur said earnestly.

Los smiled and nodded: "I believe in you. I know you are a loyal and grateful person, so I came here to give you an opportunity as a reward for your loyalty over the years."

"What opportunity?" Kur had a vague feeling that something big was about to happen.

“If you trust me, then extend your hands, and whatever happens next, do not make a sound. When it’s all over, you will be reborn,” Los said mysteriously and profoundly.

Since I possess this ability, I should make good use of it and attract more loyal followers.

The kindness shown in times of need is far more convincing than the fear inflicted under pressure.

Although Kur didn't know what Los was trying to do, he began to extend his crippled hands.

Then, the next second, he saw something he would never forget in his life.

Young Master Los's hands transformed into countless tentacles, piercing directly into his body. After a terrifying writhing sensation, a powerful energy flowed through his body.

Under his gaze, his trembling right hand returned to his control, and what shocked him most was that the three fingers that had been blown off fifteen years ago were regenerating rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"God above!" Kur exclaimed in utter horror, staring at his hands, unsure of what to do.

Half an hour later, everything returned to calm. Looking at his hands, which were not only fully recovered but even stronger than before, Kur burst into tears of excitement.

He then knelt down with a thud: "Young Master Los! Young Master Los! Please accept all my gratitude and loyalty! From this day forward, I, Kurmairi, offer you everything I have!"

His hands have always been a sore spot and a source of insecurity for him, so he trains his body like crazy, trying to emphasize his strength, but no matter how strong his body becomes, his hands cannot be healed.

But things are different now!