Becoming a god by raising witches

"The Knowledge Cult has infiltrated the Bureau of Exotic Investigations."

Locke Ming said.

"The Knowledge Cult? Have those lunatics reappeared?"

Renis's clone frowned slightly, picked up the clothes scattered on the ground, put them on, and walked to the window.

The moonlight climbed up the windowsill to her ankles, then retreated the next second.

Renis turned around and looked at Lockmin.

Have you identified your target?

"It should be Dimo, but whether it's Angela or not is still uncertain."

"Is there any evidence?"

"No, it's just my gut feeling."

Locke Ming said.

"Since there is no evidence, don't tell anyone about this. I will handle it."

Renis picked up a pipe, took a puff, and slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

"Chief, can you help resolve Rebecca's matter now?"

……

The real Locke finally swam ashore from the pond, looked up, and saw a stark white skeleton.

In the cemetery, groups of skeletons looked at Locke with curiosity.

Locke's performance was too wonderful. One moment he was gently stroking the tombstone, the next he was about to kiss it, then he pushed it away, and then he jumped into the water, making happy noises as he went.

Finally, Locke swam ashore, and they eagerly gathered around him, as if they were visiting a precious giant panda.

"what's the situation?"

Locke was stunned; he hadn't expected that so many skeletons were hidden in this cemetery.

Humiliation! Utter humiliation!

Or should we just kill them all to silence them?

Judging from the appearance of these skeletons, they are not of high level and can be killed instantly. Contracts and such don't matter. People have to save face. If word gets out that I mistook the tombstone for Renis, I'll get a strange nickname like "tombstone fetishist".

Just as Locke was about to kill the skeleton to silence it, a small skeleton approached, reached out its tiny hand, and grabbed Locke.

"Brave adventurer, I am Nana, Lady Rosalia Jiménez's maid. Lady Rosalia Jiménez was indeed pursued by many men because of her beauty, but none of them loved her as deeply as you. Even Lady Rosalia Jiménez's tombstone can arouse your desire. Therefore, Lady Rosalia Jiménez invites you to her manor to have dinner with her."

Locke stared blankly at the little skeleton Nana. What was going on? Who was Rosalia Jiménez? The owner of that unfortunate tombstone from earlier?

Rosalia Jiménez's estate? Isn't she dead? I have no interest in having dinner with a dead person.

Wait, how come I can understand what the skeleton is saying?

Could it be because of the new skill?

Before Locke could think too much, the little skeleton Nana had already pulled him into the ground with incredible speed.

Locke truly experienced what it felt like to eat dirt.

If he weren't a person with supernatural abilities, he would probably have suffocated to death.

Fortunately, the journey through the dirt was short, lasting less than 10 seconds. Locke and the little skeleton had arrived at Rosalia Jiménez's manor.

Thick fog surrounded them, making the lights appear very dim. A row of one-eyed crows stood on the roof of the manor.

They saw Locke and began to discuss it in surprise.

"It has been hundreds of years, and Lady Rosalia's manor has finally received guests again."

"Shh, Lady Rosalia doesn't like us talking about her guests."

"Look, he's a handsome young man. Rosalia will definitely like him."

"Lady Rosalia has reached the age to get married."

"Don't joke around, he could be Lady Rosalia's great-great-great-grandson."

Amidst the murmurs of the crows, Locke entered the gloomy manor.

Is this still the real world?

Locke asked.

If the system panel hadn't been still there, Locke would have suspected that he had just been dragged to his death by the little skeleton and ended up in the spirit world.

"This is a third world that exists between the spirit world and the real world. Only a great and ancient witch like Lady Rosalia Jiménez could create such a world through fusion magic."

"That's what Nana the Little Skeleton said."

An ancient witch? Is she one of the twelve ancient witches? It can't be such a coincidence, can it? How could I find such a great treasure in a deserted graveyard?

Considering his recent good fortune, Locke felt he could still have some hope.

Even if they aren't the twelve ancient witches, they are beings who have lived for hundreds of years—well, to be precise, beings who have been dead for hundreds of years. They shouldn't disappoint me, right?

"Let's go, Lady Rosalia Jiménez has been waiting for you for a long time."

The manor was surrounded by eerie blue flames that seemed to float like ghosts, illuminating the entire estate. The little skeleton led Locke through a garden full of blue roses, down a corridor covered in murals, and finally to the manor's main hall.

Above the hall, a huge, illusory crystal chandelier was formed by eerie blue flames, and various dragon incantations were carved on the walls.

Locke felt his scalp tingle just from glancing at these incantations, and was completely unable to write them down.

Directly in front of them, a woman dressed in a gorgeous yet tattered gown, the hem of which looked as if it had been burned by a fire, with long silver hair hanging down to the ground, her eyes covered by black gauze, and her skin pale and bloodless, sat quietly across the long table, as beautiful as a work of art.

If you look closely, you'll see that there are stitches on her ears, neck, and wrists.

She doesn't look like a living person.

To be precise, she is also an immortal.

Because Locke couldn't hear her heartbeat or breathing, it was as if the person sitting opposite him was a beautiful zombie bride, or a delicate doll.

“Lady Rosalia Jiménez, this is the young man who greatly admires you and went so far as to express his love at your tombstone. I have brought him here.”

As Nana spoke, the little skeleton forced out an ugly smile.

The beautiful witch sitting at the head of the table nodded slightly, and the little skeleton Nana covered her mouth, "Then I won't disturb you any longer. Nana will take her leave. If you need anything, just let Nana know."

Nana turned around and disappeared in a flash.

[Ding! Witch information detected: Rosalia Jiménez]

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

[The host has been found to possess abundant flesh and blood.]

[100% success rate in feeding]

Wait, is there some serious problem with the system's judgment? I clearly had fructose and bread on me, so why is it detecting blood and flesh?

Could it be that the witch Rosalia Jiménez in front of me wants to eat me?

"What's your name?"

The voice of the witch Rosalia Jiménez interrupted Locke's thoughts.

"Rock Bemon".

Locke always felt that he couldn't lie in front of this witch.

Or rather, lies can be immediately exposed, such as those of Eileen and Renis, who both possess a similar ability to detect lies.

"Rock Bemon, I smell the scent of the Witch's Apocalypse on you. Is that how you came to know me and then fell madly in love with me?"

Rosalia Jiménez believed that Locke must have read the Witch Apocalypse, otherwise it would be impossible to explain why someone so young would fall in love with her, a person who had been dead for hundreds of years.

Um, Miss Witch, actually this is a misunderstanding.

Locke wanted to explain, but Rosalia Jiménez continued speaking.

“When I was alive, everyone feared me, simply because I was a necromancer who brought death and disaster. You are the first young man to be so bold. I admire you.”

"Wait, Miss Rosalia, if I may ask, are you currently alive or dead?"

Locke couldn't help but ask.

“My situation is neither alive nor dead. After mastering necromancy, I built this manor. My consciousness remains here. Even if hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands of years pass in the outside world, I can still remain immortal, similar to an undead. But I cannot feel joy, happiness, or warmth. I am very lonely.”

Rosalia Jiménez looked at young Locke through the black ribbon.

She was born with a visual impairment that prevented her from seeing light, but she could clearly see the boy's face.

After all, this is the third world she created herself.

Locke paused for a moment, then decided to skip over the topic of her loneliness and praise her talent.

“Miss Rosalia, you are simply a genius in the magical world. There are probably only gods who can control immortality.”

Rosalia Jimenez nodded slightly.

"You could say that, but I'm still one step away, and I'm still too far from being a true god. I discovered my great magical talent when I was very young. I could chant duet spells on my own and even created my own fusion magic. Unfortunately, none of that matters to me now."

Rosalia Jiménez waved her hand, and the manor's gloomy atmosphere instantly changed, transforming it into a fairytale castle. Elegantly dressed waiters and maids surrounded Locke as they served the dishes, all looking at him with curiosity.