Becoming a god by raising witches

Half an hour later, continue kneading the dough until it is smooth, soft, and elastic. If the kneading is not done properly, the dough may stick to the knife or break when shaving.

Eileen the black cat had already smelled the aroma of the mutton soup and woke up earlier than Hannah.

She gracefully jumped off Locke's old sofa, sauntered into the kitchen, and chose Locke's shoulder as her landing spot.

That's right, because she didn't want to share a bed with a stranger, Eileen slept on the servant's "bed" last night, which was actually the old sofa.

Locke wasn't lucky enough to be able to sleep cuddling with the soft, cuddly cat; instead, he was forced to sleep on the floor.

Luckily, he had a wool coat that his sister had given him; otherwise, he would definitely have caught a cold when he woke up this morning.

Are we having lamb today?

Eileen asked curiously.

"No, we're having knife-cut noodles today. Please watch your tail and make sure it doesn't shed any fur. This step is crucial."

Locke kindly reminded him that he didn't want black cat hair in his knife-cut noodles.

"How dare you speak to a noble and elegant lady like that? Believe me, I'll turn you into a mouse in the next second!"

Eileen raised her little black paw.

"I'm sorry, Miss Eileen, please allow me to be meticulous in my cooking and not want any mistakes, in order to satisfy your appetite."

Locke, not wanting to become Shuke Beta, immediately explained.

Eileen forgave Locke's recklessness because of the delicious food.

The black cat patted Locke's shoulder with its paw. "Call me your esteemed master."

Once your favorability rating reaches 100, you should call me your esteemed master.

Keep gloating for now.

Locke thought to himself, but obediently called out, "My esteemed master."

While dealing with Eileen, he scooped out the mutton, leaving only the boiling soup pot.

With her right hand she picked up the only knife in the house, and with her left hand she held the kneaded dough. Her wrists were nimble, and she applied force smoothly and evenly towards the soup pot.

Snap, snap, snap.

With each slicing motion, the noodles were cut, one leaf after another, drawing an arc of white lines in the air.

The noodles fall into the soup pot, the soup boils and the noodles tumble, like silver fish playing in the water.

The black cat's sapphire-like vertical pupils widened slightly, as if it were watching a spectacular circus performance.

When the knife-cut noodles were finally served, the black cat couldn't wait to stretch out its little paws and try to scoop up the little noodle fish.

"use this."

Locke handed the black cat a pair of chopsticks he had made himself.

The black cat looked at the two thin wooden sticks in surprise. "How do you use these?"

Considering the difficulty of teaching a cat to use chopsticks, Locke eventually picked up the chopsticks, used them to pick up noodles, and fed them to the cat bite by bite.

With its smooth exterior and chewy interior, soft yet not sticky texture, and increasingly fragrant flavor with each chew, this strange dish called knife-cut noodles also won Eileen's heart.

[Ding! Successfully fed the witch!]

[Randomly acquire one of the witch's abilities]

[Retrieving data...]

Maintaining good health: Your body is constantly in a healthy state and immune to some diseases.

[The path to advanced immunity: Staying healthy for a year can upgrade you to being immune to all diseases.]

[Immune to all poisons: No bacteria or virus can take away your health.]

Stay healthy! This ability sounds incredibly useful.

At least you don't have to worry about frequent hospital visits and spending a lot of money.

This scene was witnessed by Hannah, who had just woken up.

A handsome young man is holding a strange wooden stick and feeding a cat strange food.

Hannah rubbed her eyes, feeling like she hadn't woken up properly.

After confirming that it was indeed her younger brother and his cat, Hannah still kindly reminded them,

"Locke, whatever you do, don't let outsiders see this, otherwise they'll think something's wrong here."

Hannah pointed to her head.

"Hannah, I made you a bowl too. It's on the table. Eat it while it's hot."

Locke didn't mind his sister's teasing and told Hannah that breakfast was knife-cut noodles.

However, when he looked up and saw that Hannah's life bar had suddenly changed from 60 years to one month, the smile on his face froze instantly.

Why did Hannah's lifespan suddenly shorten?

Locke's brows furrowed.

The black cat patted his hand with its paw and meowed in protest.

“What are you daydreaming about, you lowly servant? We haven’t finished feeding you yet.”

"You can eat it yourself; there's only some soup left."

Locke put down his chopsticks, walked over to his sister Hannah, and placed his hands on Hannah's thin shoulders.

"Hannah, have you encountered any strange people or things lately? Are you feeling unwell?"

Faced with her brother's sudden concern and feeling the warmth from Locke's hands, Hannah suddenly realized that her brother had really grown up, even his hands were now much bigger than hers.

"No, I haven't felt unwell recently, nor have I encountered any strange people."

The strangest thing is that you just fed the cat with a stick.

Hannah muttered to herself, then told Locke about the people and things she had recently encountered in response to her brother's concern.

As Locke listened to Hannah's account, he realized that she was indeed unlikely to have any enemies or be targeted, and she was not feeling unwell. This meant that an accident would happen in a month.

Locke decided that he would stay with Hannah for the next two months to protect her safety.

Even if any accidents occur, they can certainly be prevented.

Hannah and Locke each ate a bowl of noodles and went out at the same time.

"Locke, you really don't need to come with me."

“I’ve read all the chef job postings in the newspaper recently. I’ve attended all the interviews, whether they were for restaurants or families, so I don’t have any other interviews to go to right now. Why don’t I help you look for a job first?”

Locke explained.

Hearing Locke say that, Hannah nodded helplessly.

The black cat remained perched on his shoulder, lazily yawning.

Stepping out of the apartment and onto Pete Street, Locke noticed that the life bars above his neighbors' heads had inexplicably shortened, with the same duration as Hannah's, or even shorter, some as short as three days.

Locke's brow furrowed even more.

Not only on Pett Street, but also on Hit Street, the situation is the same.

Why are people's lifespans suddenly getting shorter?

Locke looked at the black cat yawning on his shoulder and remembered what Eileen had said: sacrificing one's life to a mysterious being could speed up her recovery.

Could it be a witch? Has she stolen everyone's lifespan?!

Chapter 12. Pets are not allowed in the apartment, but you are an exception.

Locke watched as the lifespans of everyone in the Pete district inexplicably shortened, and thinking that Hannah had also experienced the same thing, he couldn't help but begin to suspect the black cat on his shoulder, the witch.

The witch, skilled at observing the colors and sensing the states of souls, immediately noticed the servant's dissatisfaction with her.

She narrowed her eyes and patted Locke's shoulder with her furry little paw. Locke's right shoulder instantly felt a sharp pain, as if he had been hit hard by a brick, and it felt like his shoulder was dislocated.

"You just expressed dissatisfaction with your esteemed master. Tell me, lowly servant, what caused this change in you?"

Locke gritted his teeth and snapped his dislocated shoulder back into place, screaming in pain. This drew the attention of the surrounding vendors and pedestrians, whose eyes revealed numbness and incomprehension.

Locke felt his shoulder return to its original position, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and asked in a low voice,

"Miss Witch, I remember you need to absorb other people's life force to regain your power, right?"

"Oh?"

The clever witch narrowed her cunning eyes again.

“My humble servant, you seem to be more than you appear, and you also possess certain abilities in the realm of life.”

Locke did not answer. Facing a witch who was many times stronger than him, who could save him even in a weakened state, and who could dislocate his shoulder with a single cat paw, there seemed to be no need to hide anything.

But he couldn't possibly admit to her face that he had plagiarized her abilities.

"The shortened lifespan of these people has nothing to do with me."

The black cat proudly raised its head, indicating its utter disdain for such behavior. "However, I advise you to switch to a different water company, and preferably not the one in the West District."