Becoming a god by raising witches

"You despicable vampire, Locke has been targeted by the necromancer. I advise you to abandon your idea, otherwise you will be trying to kill him."

Rebecca said.

Locke narrowed his eyes, looking at Rebecca.

Rebecca covered her ears. "Who eavesdropped on your conversation with the witch? I didn't."

"You are, you gossipy woman."

Locke cursed.

"Humph."

Rebecca snorted, and suddenly a brilliant idea came to her mind.

'Wait, that shameless scoundrel Locke Bemon has been targeted by the necromancer. He can't do *that* kind of thing, or he'll be killed. I want to kill him. Maybe I can lure him into doing *that* kind of thing? Hahaha, kill him, then eat Alice, escape the witch's control—three birds with one stone!'

"Alice, go find a wooden barrel."

Locke suddenly said.

"Oh? Okay, I'll go right away."

Alice immediately went to the kitchen and found a wooden bucket.

Looking at the wooden bucket that could hold 15 liters of water, Rebecca, puzzled, asked in surprise, "What do you need a wooden bucket for?"

"Rebecca, since Alice doesn't seem to have any adverse reaction, why don't you give her a bucket of blood to drink?"

"Okay...wait, what did you say?"

Rebecca stared wide-eyed at the barrel in disbelief. After this barrel of blood was drained, was she, the demon, still there?

Alice felt that happiness had come too suddenly, and that her usual approach of pleasing Locke was indeed correct.

“Great master, I’ll go get the cleaver. If we’re bleeding this much blood, we’ll have to cut off the head. The blood will flow faster from the carotid artery in the neck.”

Alice hurriedly went to get a kitchen knife as she spoke.

Rebecca instantly transformed into a giant smoke demon several meters tall, roaring at Alice and shattering the kitchen knife in Alice's hand.

Alice immediately hid behind Locke.

"Master, she's trying to harm me."

"Rebecca."

Locke asked coldly, "Are you going to put it in yourself, or should I do it for you?"

"Waaah, I was wrong, Master, I was wrong."

Rebecca, once again transforming into a little girl, clung to Locke's leg, pleading not to part with her precious demon blood. "I know some demons that are easy to deal with, provided they are summoned, which involves a rather complicated ritual."

At times like this, it's better to betray the other demons.

"Where did you go wrong?"

Locke asked calmly.

"I shouldn't have bullied Alice. I should have been friendly and harmonious with her and lived peacefully together. I shouldn't have always thought about eating her. I was wrong. I will never bully her again."

Rebecca said sincerely.

Alice's eyes welled up with tears.

'Ah, great demon, I don't want to hear this! I want to drink your blood! Say no more!'

"It seems you haven't realized your mistake yet."

Locke placed the wooden barrel in front of Rebecca.

Alice's eyes reddened with emotion.

'That's wonderful, Master! Don't forgive her! Let me drink all her blood!'

Rebecca looked at Locke and Alice suspiciously.

'No way, could he have read my mind? Impossible, impossible. Who in this world can hear the thoughts of a demon, unless they themselves are a demon, or even a demon beyond the rank of demon?'

'But his eyes are so strange, it's like he really sees right through me. Could it be that the Infinity Serpent within him has awakened some kind of power?'

'Damn it, does this mean I can't secretly curse him in my heart anymore?'

“Great master, I will never dare to be disrespectful to you again.”

"Well, it's good that you're aware of this. In that case, let's put half a bucket in."

Locke spoke in an unquestionable tone, then put on his clothes and went down from the attic.

Eileen, who was awake in the master bedroom, turned to look at Locke.

"I have fully digested the power of the Forest Witch, and it's time to hunt down other witches."

"Okay, let's get started after my three-day vacation ends."

Locke has made plans over the past three days and doesn't want to change them for the time being.

"It's alright, I just need to stay by your side, and the witch will naturally come knocking."

Eileen said with a smile.

“Well, let’s go to the grave of the ancient witch first, and then to the grave of the high-ranking witch.”

Locke had already made his plans: first, he would go to see the necromancer to learn life magic, and then he would go to the graves of Antonia and Finnie Sares to obtain the witch's legacy.

I'll be very busy today and won't have time to hunt witches for the time being.

If a witch comes knocking on their door, they're just incredibly unlucky.

Eileen transformed into a black cat and sat on Locke's shoulder.

Alice also longed for that treatment; she could transform into a tiny, adorable bat, and Locke's broad shoulders would surely accommodate her petite frame. But she had to protect Hannah and buy pajamas.

Rebecca was about to faint from crying in the attic. When the hell would this blood donation drive ever end?

Chapter 183, The Gift of Life

Inside the manor shrouded in black mist, rows of eerie blue lights were lit.

In the lamplight, worms with glowing tails danced in the air, as if welcoming Locke's arrival.

The smell of decay permeated the manor and castle. The stained glass windows and exquisite murals sometimes showed signs of decay, and sometimes they were completely renewed, like the side effects of the combination of life magic and necromancy.

Locke once again encountered the ancient witch Rosalia Jiménez, dressed in a magnificent yet tattered gown.

She sat at the head of the hall, gently holding a goblet made of a skull in her hand.

Standing beside her was a row of people who looked exactly like Locke; they were Locke clones she had created using blood magic.

Although they lack Locke's memories and soul, they can still amuse Rosalia Jiménez.

Rosalia Jiménez loved new things, and Locke was something new to her.

Locke looked at the row of brothers who were just like him and couldn't help but swallow.

"Don't mind them."

Rosalia Jiménez snapped her fingers, and the row of neatly arranged Locke statues, like exquisite stone sculptures, all scattered into dust and drifted in the air.

Locke swallowed again, feeling as if he had been warned.

"Young admirer, what brings you to me today?"

Rosalia Jiménez rested her chin on her hand and smiled as she looked at Locke.

Although she couldn't see the light, she could still make out Locke's face and the captivating aura emanating from him in the dim manor.

It was an attraction unique to witches, like a delicious flower spreading pollen, always attracting honey and butterflies.

“Your Excellency Rosalia Jiménez, I wish to learn life magic.”

Locke said.

Rosalia Jiménez paused for a moment.

From the details of Locke learning fusion magic, she could tell that this was a contestant whose magical talent was basically negative.

If Locke hadn't smelled so good, she would have asked him to leave right now.

"Why don't we exchange some information? I enjoy discussing facts with you."

Rosalia Jiménez said with a smile.

“I still want to learn life magic. I hope to become a great person like you. It would be even better if I could create a third world.”

Locke explained his intentions.

Rosalia Jiménez's lips twitched slightly.

'With talent like that, he wants to create a third world? I really don't want to discourage him. Oh well, I'll teach him some basic life magic to get by. Hmm, I must remind him not to tell anyone he taught him after he leaves this place.'

Huh? Lady Rosalia Jiménez, do you really not believe in my talent?

Locke's lips twitched slightly upon hearing Rosalia Jiménez's thoughts.

"I must tell you that the life magic I am good at may not be quite the same as orthodox life magic."