Becoming a god by raising witches

Jonathan Apiz rushed to Locke's side, took his hand, and frowned even more deeply.

"Impossible, this is impossible! How could heal overnight? You, you're not Rockbemon, where did you come from, you devil?"

Locke broke out in a cold sweat, wondering if he had really been exposed.

Hannah then pushed Jonathan Apiz out of the apartment and locked him out.

"You are not welcome in the Bemon family, Mr. Jonathan!"

……

Time returns to the present.

Locke gasped.

All the clues in my mind were connected.

Five years ago, Bud Bemon and Joan Mancini discovered that their son, Locke Bemon, was seriously ill with tuberculosis, likely caused by smelting waste from a nearby gold refinery.

At the time, medical technology was incapable of curing the disease, so Bud Bemon and Joan Mancini had to go out and find a solution.

Three years ago, Bud Bemon and Joan Mancini found a way to save their son and returned to Kosork.

Unfortunately, when they returned, Rock Bemon, feeling he had been a burden on his sister for so long and unable to bear the torment of his illness, chose to run away from home and came to the abandoned Shocart Park, where he died.

When Bud Bemon and Joan Mancini found their son, he was already dead.

In an attempt to summon their son's soul back, Bud Bemon and Joan Mancini performed a ritual to the evil god.

They sacrificed the children they captured to the evil god in order to summon the soul of Locke Bemon.

But it summoned me instead.

After I woke up, the two of them chose to remain missing for some reason, but they were definitely not dead.

Therefore, those missing children are, to be precise, all dead, killed by their own actions.

Locke suddenly felt a sense of oppression and heaviness, as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest.

He felt a lingering fear.

What would happen if Bud Bemon found out he wasn't his son?

"What are you thinking?"

Eileen patted Locke, who snapped out of his thoughts and back to reality, looking at the black cat Eileen and saying...

"What would you do if one day you discovered that I am not the Rock Bemon you imagined?"

Am I just an ordinary black cat?

Eileen countered with a question.

Locke paused, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"We really are the same kind of people."

"Are you trying to say that you have the blood of a witch?"

Eileen raised an eyebrow at him.

Locke shook his head. "No, we are all people who are hiding secrets."

"It's not some unsolved secret. It's just that your parents were the real culprits in this case. Anyway, they've already been reported dead. Why don't you report the case results to the magistrate's court and claim the reward?"

"Is there a reward for this case?"

"Yeah, 10 gold coins. Aren't you particularly short of money lately?"

"Eileen asked."

"Even if I'm short of money, I would never report my parents."

Locke said seriously.

"I think I remembered the bounty wrong, it should be 100 gold coins."

"How can it be so high?"

Locke asked in surprise.

"Because there are some clues hidden in the case, there must be a nobleman's child among those arrested children."

Eileen said with certainty.

“Since it’s 100 gold coins, then we can definitely report it. Even if it’s my parents, they must be punished for their crimes. I will never forgive evil.”

Locke said with a righteous and awe-inspiring expression.

"hehe."

Eileen gave a cold laugh.

At this moment, Rebecca, having eaten and drunk her fill, returned to Locke's side.

"Souls definitely taste better than any of your weird desserts."

Rebecca touched her stomach, then turned into a wisp of smoke and surrounded Locke.

"Rebecca, have you regained your strength?"

"How could eating a soul restore you? Unless you make me eat everyone in the prison."

Rebecca winked and said, though she was a puff of smoke.

"Impossible, don't even think about it."

Locke dismissed her idea outright.

Rebecca pouted. "How about this, you give me a break recently and let me wander around the West End. There have been blizzards for several days in a row, and a lot of people have frozen to death. Plus, there's always the possibility of a riot. I can definitely have a good meal."

"How can I guarantee that you won't intentionally create violence and bloodshed to satisfy your selfish desire to absorb souls?"

Locke asked.

"I promise I will never cause trouble or cause you any problems."

Rebecca said casually.

In her opinion, Locke, being such a rigid person, would most likely reject her, so she was just trying her luck.

"Okay, go ahead."

Locke said calmly.

"Wait, what are you saying?"

Rebecca couldn't believe her ears.

"But there are three requirements."

Locke held up three fingers.

Rebecca swallowed hard. "I'd agree to ten, let alone three."

You know, Rhaenys wouldn't let her go out to find food on her own, so it's surprising that Locke is so open-minded.

"First, you must not deliberately create trouble, including amplifying other people's desires, inciting conflict, or creating accidents."

"Second, one must not consume the souls of kind people."

"Third, you're not allowed to cause me any trouble."

"it is good!"

Rebecca readily agreed and then drifted away, heading towards the West District.

"You're just going to let her out like that?"

"Eileen asked."

"Give her some freedom, and she will learn to be grateful."

Locke said with a smile.

"Demons are not creatures that know gratitude. Don't be fooled by her appearance. If it weren't for the blood pact, she would have torn you to pieces long ago."

"Isn't this bound by a blood pact?"

Locke shrugged.

"Once she finds two-thirds of the soul, there will be a chance to change the servant blood pact."

Eileen reminded her.

"What do you mean?"

Locke suddenly tensed up.

"It means turning you into a demon's servant, and her into your master, reversing the blood pact. This requires immense power, which she cannot do now, but it is possible once her soul is complete."

"Or I should call her back."

Locke suddenly felt a chill. If Rebecca became his master, wouldn't she bite him every day?

“You don’t need to be so nervous. If it were so easy to find the other two-thirds, she wouldn’t have been living in the pipe all this time.”

Eileen said calmly.