Becoming a god by raising witches

Since they were seeking revenge for the mosquitoes he had crushed, and believed that he was the only target, his staying in the apartment would only implicate Hannah.

As for why he clung so tightly to Miss Eileen the black cat, it was entirely because she was his lifesaver.

If the instigator of the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations doesn't come forward, at the crucial moment, the only option left is to use endless delicious food to tempt the witch to save his life again.

You must never lose your life-saving charm.

As the black net in the air and the swarm of insects on the ground were about to converge and completely surround Locke, the bees were ready to use the stingers on their abdomens to launch a suicide attack, the mosquitoes also showed their sharp mouths, and the flies and butterflies, although not very strong, also planned to launch a suicidal attack on Locke with their bodies.

The most significant attacking force is probably the cockroaches, spiders, and ants on the ground, which have already displayed their mouthparts.

Locke sped up and plunged into the vast darkness of the night.

Fortunately, he had never stopped exercising since he transmigrated to this world. His leg muscles were well-developed, and his potential was astonishing when it came to critical moments. If it were a sickly and delicate boy, he would probably have been devoured by the swarm of insects long ago.

The buzzing sound quickly drew closer, and insects from all over the streets and alleys rushed out, as if they were having a grand party or participating in a marathon.

Screams erupted from passersby on the street.

"what--"

"What the hell! What is this?"

"Goddess, save me!"

"Damn it, damn it, it's full of cockroaches!"

Locke rushed toward the crowded square, occasionally waving his hand to disrupt the encirclement in the sky, and stomping on countless ants and cockroaches, but some still crawled onto his legs.

The homeless people living on the streets and the workers returning home at night were terrified by the swarm of insects.

Two investigators appeared before the Pete neighborhood descended into complete chaos.

Angela frowned, whistled, and the cockroaches, ants, and spiders on the street, as well as the bees, mosquitoes, and butterflies in the sky, scattered like a tide.

Dimo crossed his arms and looked serious.

"Angela, you're too impatient."

"I just wanted to test whether he was involved in the supernatural, but I didn't expect him to be just an ordinary person."

Angela pouted.

Watching the insect swarm disperse, Locke's legs went weak, and he plopped down on the bluestone paving stones, ripped off his scarf, and gasped for breath.

It felt as if all the power I had accumulated in my body had just exploded in that moment, and now all I felt was a feeling of exhaustion, as if my body had been drained.

His forehead was covered in sweat, and there were four or five swollen marks on his face from bee stings.

If it weren't for the scarf protecting him from so many bees, his head would probably be riddled with beehives by now.

Compared to the disheveled Locke, the black cat was unharmed. It seemed as if he was holding her in his arms to protect her, but in reality, he had just lifted Eileen up to shield himself from several attacks.

"Finally saved."

Locke's chest heaved as he breathed in the fresh air around him.

The sparse sounds around me are fading away.

Locke knew that the people from the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations were nearby. He closed his eyes and carefully recalled the voice of the female investigator named Angela.

Finally, amidst the wails and complaints of the homeless and passersby, Locke heard that familiar voice.

"Dimo, if it's an ordinary person, is there any need to continue surveillance? We still need to find out C19's whereabouts as soon as possible."

Angela is talking to her companion.

"You think he's just an ordinary person?"

The man named Dimo ​​asked a question.

"Completely helpless against the swarm of insects, only knowing how to run away with their heads in their hands, what else could they be but ordinary people? Perhaps that necklace tainted with the witch's mark was really just something they found; he can just go to the church for purification himself."

Angela's voice rang out again.

"Before the insect swarm had even formed, he had already rushed out of the apartment and headed towards the densely populated square, which proves that he may have already realized that we were watching him and that he was aware of the special abilities of the strange object in your hand."

He didn't want to implicate the people in the apartment or make a mess of his place, but he wanted to cause a commotion and escalate the situation so that we would have to intervene.

This calmness, composure, and wisdom are not qualities one would expect from an ordinary teenager.

Dimo analyzed Locke's behavior.

Locke's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. Damn it, his stress response had been completely read.

"Dimo, do you suspect he killed those 20 workers? And stole C19?"

"We can't rule out that possibility. Let's go, stop following him, and go back to apply for a C13."

Wait, you're leaving already?

Aren't you going to come out and compensate me for my losses?

I was stung by bees four or five times.

And what the heck is C13?

It sounds like the situation is even more dangerous now.

Locke wiped the sweat from his brow, got up from the ground, dusted off his coat, and a few dead cockroaches fell to the ground.

With a leap, Eileen landed on Locke's head and used her cat paws to pull out the dead bees hidden in his messy hair, clearing them away in beautiful parabolic arcs.

For some reason, Locke was reminded of the image of a mother monkey helping her baby monkeys pick lice.

"They changed their strategy and will stop tracking you."

Erin said.

Yes, I know, but they're going to use something even more powerful against me.

Locke added in his mind.

Eileen raised her furry paw. "But they intend to enter your dream and find out the truth about this."

A dream? Entering a dream to uncover the truth?

So C13 is a strange object related to dream abilities?

Although Locke really wanted to ask Eileen directly what C13 was, that would reveal that he possessed the same keen hearing as her.

Therefore, we can only guess based on her description and our imagination.

If that's the case, there's a high chance that my identity as a time traveler will be exposed!

Chapter 28, I'll give you an extra treat tonight.

Eileen was also considering whether or not to help Locke through this difficult time.

She would definitely lend a helping hand as long as there was no risk to herself, after all, he was the servant she had chosen.

But this involves the Bureau of Investigation and Investigations, as well as C13.

If the investigator actually enters Locke's dream world, the fact that he is still alive will be exposed.

Eileen can use special threads to control Locke's physical movements, but she cannot control Locke's mind, let alone protect him in his dreams.

She now faces two choices.

First, kill Locke so he won't reveal his secret.

Second, help Locke, but you'll have to pay a price.

Should we help this treacherous servant who just used himself to shield himself from mosquito attacks?

Locke, after calming down, quickly came to understand this as well.

As for secrets, the witch is just like me, someone who hides secrets, but her secrets can be easily kept by killing me, while my secrets depend on her help.

It's like weights on opposite ends of a balance scale; if they're completely unequal, the scale will naturally tilt to one side.

Locke must increase his own leverage and improve his standing in the witch's eyes so that she won't think of killing him to silence him.

"Xiao Ai, I was wrong."

First and foremost, I must sincerely apologize for using the black cat to block the mosquitoes.

"To make it up to you, I'll treat you to an extra meal tonight."

Secondly, they offered a tempting side dish: a large pancake.

The black cat's blue vertical pupils did indeed become brighter.

"What to eat?"

"Let's have barbecue."

"barbecue?"

"Charcoal-grilled meat".

Eileen swallowed hard, deciding to finish the roast meat the servant had prepared before deciding whether to kill him or not.

As long as you do it before he goes to sleep, there won't be any problems.

In short, killing Locke was as easy as crushing an ant for Eileen.