Starting with Blood Healing to become an Ancient God

As the four large ships approached, the mermaids in the shallow sea began to grow restless.

Kos turned to look at Los.

“Leave it to me,” Los said, instructing Danny to quickly summon Captain Oyok.

“You should know flag signals, right? Order them to come ashore on the orders of the Imperial Army,” Los said.

Although Oyok didn't know what Los meant, he was very clear about the Queen's orders.

The communications officer quickly took his position and began giving instructions.

Meanwhile, on the whaling ship.

"Young Master Borg, the troops on the coast have ordered us to dock," a captain in his fifties said respectfully in the captain's cabin.

Beside him was a blond young man in his late twenties.

The young man was tall and thin, with a slightly long face, a mustache, and a well-fitting suit.

However, he seemed rather casual sitting there, without an outer garment; the collar of his white shirt was undone, and he was only wearing a brown plaid vest over it.

Hearing this, the young man nodded slightly: "Do as they say."

"Young master, are we really going to dock? We've only come here to assess the situation," the old captain asked cautiously.

The problems in Innsmouth had fully erupted, and those at sea naturally learned of the news via radio.

They happened to be nearby when they discovered a group of extremely rare mermaids, so they came here on a whim.

The young man stood up, fastened his collar, and said, “Remember, we are merchants abroad. The first rule of being a merchant is to obey the army’s orders at all times. Otherwise, you will not only die, but you will also be labeled a traitor, and your family will not even be able to inherit your estate.”

The old captain sighed, "Young master is right."

He then began issuing orders.

Los was very satisfied after watching the four ships obediently head towards the port.

“You guys wait here, Danny and Captain Oyok and I will come over,” Los said, walking toward the harbor of Innsmouth.

Innsmouth has been razed to the ground, and the port has naturally been affected as well. Although the shore is in a mess, the harbor area near the sea is still relatively intact.

Four whaling ships, each over 100 meters long, gradually docked and anchored.

Then, under the watchful eyes of Los and the others, a passageway extended down from the deck, and a large number of fully armed guards went down first.

Afterwards, the tall, thin young man walked down the stairs accompanied by the old captain.

Danny whispered, "Master, this is Borgrich, the third son of the Richter family, and the fourth in line to the throne."

"Fourth in line, does that mean he has no chance of inheriting the throne?" Los raised an eyebrow.

The voice was neither too loud nor too soft, but it was just loud enough for Borg to hear.

A hint of displeasure flashed in Borg's eyes, but he still walked over with a smile and asked Captain Oyok, "Captain, what did we do wrong? Why are we being told to dock now?"

Oyok said calmly, "Innsmouth is currently under martial law. Your unauthorized entry into the waters off Innsmouth constitutes entering our restricted area!"

0170 Specializes in treating infertility

Upon hearing Oyok's words, Borg glanced at the spot where Oyok was standing. It wasn't in the center; he seemed more like an attendant accompanying the somewhat melancholy-looking young man.

Borg smiled slightly and said, "It seems we have been the ones who offended you. Why don't you come in and have a seat? I think there shouldn't be any irreconcilable differences here, right?"

Oyok turned his head slightly to look at Los.

Only after seeing that Los agreed did he nod in agreement.

The three of them then followed Borg up the steps to the ship.

As they walked, Los glanced at Borg's figure twice, and he already knew what the conversation was about to take place.

After passing through the corridor, the group arrived at a very clean and classically decorated cabin.

The entire cabin is decorated in the simple gray and white style of Queen Mary's era, three hundred years ago.

Los's eyes lit up when he saw the decor, because it was very similar to the modern minimalist style on Earth, except that it incorporated some more textured and vintage-style ornaments and furniture.

Borg, who was ahead, noticed the young man's gaze and was immediately surprised.

He could sense his appreciation for this departure from the current mainstream style.

"Please have a seat!" Borg warmly welcomed the three.

Los sat alone on the main sofa directly opposite Borg, while Oyok and Danny sat on the secondary sofas on either side.

Bog immediately became curious about the young man.

Oyok then introduced, "This is the mayor of Arkham, Los Arkham. The mayor of Arkham is currently in charge of handling the aftermath of Innsmouth's situation on the Queen's orders."

Upon hearing this, Borg felt a pang of disappointment. He had assumed the young talent was from some unknown prominent family, but it turned out to be the mayor of that backward and impoverished town.

Coupled with Los's impolite words just now, his goodwill towards Los dropped rapidly.

Los chuckled and said, "Someone from a wealthy and elite family like Mr. Ryuk shouldn't have the habit of judging people by their appearance, right?"

This was the second time Borg had heard Los speak. He replied in a neither humble nor arrogant, neither cold nor warm tone, "Of course not. I will not look down on anyone sitting across from me."

"Oh!? Is that so?" A glint of light flashed in Los's eyes.

“Mr. Ryuk, do you know what the biggest characteristic of many losers is?” Los asked.

Borg: "I would like to ask Mayor Arkham for his guidance."

Los replied casually, "He has no self-awareness."

"How do you know?" Borg's eyes gradually sharpened. He knew that Los wouldn't have brought this up for no reason.

Los looked into his eyes, a sneer playing on his lips: "Like now, when you know nothing about the other person, you utter such a low-quality lie."

"This allows the other party to see your naivety and innocence."

Upon hearing this, Borg's face quickly darkened, his fists clenched slowly, and he asked in a deep voice, "Are you here today to cause trouble?"

As these words were spoken, the guards on both sides gradually placed their hands behind their backs, preparing for battle.

Seeing Borg leaning back casually on the sofa, Los said, "You didn't launch a direct attack. It seems you have some magnanimity and aren't the kind of spoiled brat who plays around all day."

Borg wasn't stupid. Judging from Los's tone, he knew that the young mayor was definitely not here to show off.

Letting out a breath, Borg asked, "It seems that the mayor's visit this time was not a spur-of-the-moment decision."

Los nodded slightly, glanced at the people on either side, and said, "What I'm about to say might be a little inconvenient for these people to hear."

“They are all my trusted confidants,” Borg replied calmly.

Los raised an eyebrow: "Do they know why Mr. Ryuk hasn't gotten married yet?"

Upon hearing this, Borg's expression immediately changed.

Los said, "Captain Oyok, I suspect there is some irregular cargo on this ship. I would appreciate it if you could inspect it. I hope Mr. Ryuk will cooperate."

Borg pondered for a moment, nodded slightly, and gestured to them. Then, the three guards led Oyok and Danny out, leaving only Los and his companion in the living room.

“What are you trying to say?” Borg asked after everyone had left.

Los picked up his coffee, took a sip, nodded, and said, "It tastes really good. Elizabeth will definitely love it."

Then, he said slowly, "When did you discover that you were infertile?"

Upon hearing this, Borg perked up, then clenched his fists: "I don't know what you're talking about."

Los reminded him, "One must have self-awareness."

Borg remained silent for a full five seconds before asking in a low voice, "Where did you find out about this? Did my older brother leak it? Or did that damned woman?!"

Upon hearing this, Los's heart skipped a beat, and he pointed at Borg, saying, "It's yourself."

Borg was stunned: "Me!?"

Los said calmly, "You must be an alchemist, right?"

Borg was shocked: "Impossible! How did you know about this!?"

Only two people in the world know that he is an alchemist, and the other person who knows is dead!

How could this complete stranger, whom I've never met, know me so well?!

Los continued, "Headache, memory loss, insomnia, vivid dreams, neurasthenia—how many of these symptoms do you have?"

Borg perked up and then said in a low voice, "Both."

Los thought to himself, "A classic case of lead and mercury poisoning, with trace amounts of sulfides remaining in your body. The fact that you're still alive is a testament to your good health."

Now that he had completely seized the initiative, Los calmly said, "You wanted to gain the right to inherit the family through extraordinary power, but unexpectedly, after years of study, not only did you not gain extraordinary power, but you also suffered from a lot of injuries and became infertile, right?"

Borg's mental defenses had completely crumbled under Los's relentless onslaught. He nodded, clenching his fists: "I'm not reconciled. In terms of knowledge and talent, I'm no less than the eldest and second eldest, but just because they're a few years older than me, they get so many opportunities, so many resources, even..."

"He even gained the favor of the military, and after special training and modification, he became a superhuman," Los said for him.

Borg suddenly looked up at Los: "You're definitely not just an ordinary mayor, otherwise you couldn't possibly know so much! Who are you!?"

"I am certainly not an ordinary mayor."

As Los spoke, a devilish smile appeared on his lips. "You may not know this, but we in Arkham have a special technology specifically designed to treat infertility like yours."

Chapter 0171 Reaching a Consensus

Hearing Los's devilish whisper, an incredulous glint flashed in Borg's eyes, and he asked in a low voice, "Are you sure? This disease is simply incurable in this era."

Los smiled confidently after hearing this: "Don't even mention this minor infertility. Even if your manhood were cut off, Arkham can make you grow a new one!"

Upon hearing this, Borg naturally didn't believe it. He sneered and said, "Although you have keen insight, don't really think I'm a fool."

Los replied, "I know this is indeed a bit incredible for you ordinary people, but you can come and try it when you have time."

"After all, this won't cause you any loss or danger. What if it cures you? That would be a completely new rebirth for you."

Upon hearing this, Borg swallowed hard.

You have to understand that in this era, the most taboo and unwelcome disease for offspring of such large families was infertility.

Large families place great importance on reproduction; infertility means that you cannot reproduce and therefore cannot provide the family with outstanding talents.

At the same time, the contempt and discrimination brought about by this disease were something that a young master from a large family like him could not bear.

After all, infertility is considered more shameful at this stage than conditions like erectile dysfunction and premature ejaculation.

For the past few years, Borg has been driven crazy by this disease. He dares not get married, and even dares not have sex casually, for fear that others will discover his disease.