Becoming a god by raising witches

Becoming a god by raising witches

Author: Eryupi

Summary:

　After traversing a mysterious world, Locke is bound to a witch-feeding system. Based on folk tales, neighborhood gossip, and various tabloids, he explores 54 times in search of the legendary witch, only to find that they are all rumors and that he is a fool.

Just when he was about to give up the search for the witch, he unexpectedly saw a job advertisement...

This book is also known as "I, the Witch Keeper," "I Really Didn't Want to Become an Evil God," and "After Becoming a God, I'm Surrounded by Witches."

Chapter 1, The Witch Feeding System

As the morning light pierced through the gray clouds, it spilled onto the streets of Kosork, casting countless gray and white shadows among the rows of Gothic buildings.

With black hair and brown eyes, wearing a linen vest and a yellowed shirt, the slender but handsome boy was one of the shadows. Like the other busy citizens of Kosol, he began his 22nd visit to this world—looking for a job.

Not far away, two sheriffs were cursing and cleaning up the body of a homeless man.

Every winter, countless homeless people freeze to death on the streets of Kosalk.

The boy felt nauseous and gagged when he first saw it, but now he's used to it.

He kept his head down, pulled his thick wool scarf tighter, covered his mouth and nose, and walked past the sheriffs in their smart uniforms, trying his best not to attract their attention.

The neighborhood sheriff has a common problem: he sees anyone dressed in rags and assumes they are a thief. The boy arrived in a hurry and a beggar ripped his only decent-looking vest while he was begging.

Even the most handsome man would face harassment from these sheriffs if his clothes developed a tear.

Fortunately, they were busy dealing with the body and didn't pay any attention to the boy.

The boy passed through safely and entered another dimly lit alley.

The alley was filled with a complex smell of excrement and rotting corpses, probably carried by the wind.

"Help! Help!"

The woman's scream reached the boy's ears.

Deep in the alley, a blonde woman in a linen dress is being humiliated by two burly men.

Her clothes were tattered, her cries were hoarse, and she desperately reached out her hand to the boy for help.

"Help me, young gentleman."

However, the boy walked past them indifferently, paying no attention to anything.

After the boy had walked about 10 meters away, the two men let go of each other.

The blonde woman in the linen dress tugged at her clothes and spat.

"Damn it, another heartless bastard."

"Don't even think about it. Look at his tattered vest, he's obviously a poor bastard from Mar Street."

Things like this happen every day in Kosork; they are a professional fraud gang.

The women play the victim, and the men play the perpetrators. Once they catch a fat sheep, they will exploit the sheep's sympathy and use the lie that the woman owes them a lot of money to demand payment.

The boy was already familiar with their tricks and scoffed at their behavior. It was these scammers who deprived women who truly needed help of their chance to ask for assistance.

Finally, the boy arrived at the Rhine Apartments.

A six-story Gothic building, with a one-eyed raven perched on its roof.

He took out the newspaper from his pocket, carefully compared it with the photo, and found that it was exactly the same as the one in the photo. Only then did he nod in confirmation and step into the stairwell with a feeling of trepidation.

Locke has been in this world for three years. Not only did he not receive a large inheritance from his parents, but he also took on their huge debts and had to rely on his sister Hannah for survival.

If Hannah hadn't had a decent job as a journalist, Locke probably wouldn't have even been able to attend a vocational high school.

Thanks to his sister's connections, he read a lot of newspapers and magazines from this world, but he still couldn't get an A in vocational school, let alone get into a university. After graduation, he became unemployed.

He became known in the neighborhood as an unreliable young man who "didn't do anything productive and was searching the world for witches."

Of course, Locke can't be entirely blamed; nobody knew he had awakened the Witch Feeding System.

Locke hoped to change his fate with his superpowers, but reality soon slapped him in the face.

He had visited 54 places in search of the legendary witch, based on folk tales, local legends, and various tabloids and magazines, only to find that they were all rumors and that he was a fool.

Mrs. Sadell, who claims to be a 300-year-old witch, is actually a mental patient.

Miss Jenny, who claims to be a favorite of an evil god and a witch of desire, is actually a streetwalker.

Mr. Hamley, who claims to be a drag queen, is actually a man with a cross-dressing fetish.

The boy could recount such events so vividly that all his peers would willingly pay for a glass of rum for him, but they couldn't solve the debts left by his parents or the apartment's water bill.

A month ago, the newspaper laid off staff, and Hannah, who had always been a hard worker, unexpectedly appeared on the list, making Locke see reality clearly.

Only then did he begin to abandon his unrealistic fantasies and his search for a witch and supernatural powers that were unlikely to exist, and instead focused on finding a job in a down-to-earth manner.

I used to be a food blogger with extensive cooking experience, and even my family meals were so delicious that Hannah would rave about them.

Encouraged by Hannah, he began looking for chef-related jobs.

Unfortunately, the previous 21 rejections had dampened his confidence.

Even so, I still have to keep looking for a job.

At the entrance of the second-floor apartment, a long line of gray and white figures had already filled the aisle.

There are so many people who want to work, more than the boy imagined, it's like he was interviewing for a Fortune 500 company in his past life.

He was starving, with only a piece of black bread left in his arms, and he just hoped he wouldn't mess up the interview.

Locke's interview didn't take long.

Because the people before them didn't seem to meet the requirements; they were all forced to come here for the interview by life's pressures and didn't know anything about cooking.

In reality, unless one comes from a well-off family, very few people know how to cook. This society is not yet in an era of widespread knowledge dissemination; big capitalists, big merchants, and the old and new aristocrats monopolize knowledge and culture.

This is also why Locke was rejected many times before; no one believed that a boy dressed in cheap clothes and without a chef's diploma could cook.

"Next person."

Locke went in and sat down properly in the interview chair.

Before me stood a stunningly beautiful young woman.

With red lips and white teeth, fair skin, delicate features, and sapphire-like eyes that sparkled with a cunning light.

She wore a black fitted long dress, her long silver hair cascading down like a waterfall, and every gesture she made exuded a noble air that set her apart from those around her.

Judging from her age, she is at most sixteen years old.

This was slightly different from what Locke had imagined; he had originally thought his interviewer would be a middle-aged woman from the Home Work Association.

They specialize in hiring chefs, housekeepers, maids, and tutors for wealthy people, and take a cut of the profits.

Judging from her clothes alone, the girl in front of me didn't seem like a member of the Home Work Association.

Surprisingly, the system panel that Locke hadn't responded to in three years miraculously popped up and stood between him and the beautiful girl, its light blue screen particularly eye-catching.

Fortunately, only I can see it.

[Ding! Witch information detected: Irene Mostia]

Successfully feeding the witch will randomly grant you one of her superpowers.

[Detection detected that only one piece of black bread remained on the host.]

[0.01% success rate in feeding]

Witch! ! !

There really are witches in this world!!!

Locke's mood suddenly became very excited.

Fate played a cruel joke on him; just when he had given up searching for the witch, she suddenly appeared.

Can you cook?

"Miss Witch Irene asked expressionlessly."

"meeting."

Locke's Adam's apple bobbed, he swallowed, and added.

"I can make a unique dish that is absolutely one of a kind, Miss Eileen. Please let me try."

The black bread in his arms was out of the question; the success rate was only 0.01%. Taking it out might even lower the witch's favorability towards him.

If I could cook a meal for her and get her to eat it, that would definitely count as a successful feeding, right?

Eileen wasn't surprised that the boy knew her name; she had left her name when she placed a job ad in the newspaper.

"The rest of you don't need to be interviewed. You, come with me to the kitchen."

Eileen stood up, her head held high with arrogance. Though only 1.6 meters tall, she exuded the presence of someone 2.8 meters tall.

Locke discovered that the silver-haired witch was not only outstanding in appearance, but also had a first-class figure.

Full breasts, a slender waist, and bare, white feet.