Becoming a god by raising witches

In despair, Holman eventually committed suicide by drowning herself in a river in the suburbs. Her soul became a curse, preventing everyone in the town from escaping the same fate as Holman.

Until five years ago, a priest from the Church of Life performed Mass and lifted the curse, so Holman was also known as the Cursed Town.

By the time Locke finished telling the story, Eileen had fallen asleep again in his arms.

"Okay, am I telling you a bedtime story?"

Locke shook his head and gently rubbed Eileen's soft paw pads.

Eileen slowly opened her eyes, saw Locke's sunny and clear smile, and closed her eyes again.

After a two-hour journey, the train finally arrived at the cursed town of Holman.

The town was covered with a thick layer of snow, and the rows of houses of varying heights were also tinged with silver. The sky was a clear, bright blue. If it weren't for the occasional gust of wind that turned the windmills in the town, it would have looked like a still picture.

Locke and Eileen got off the train and saw a sign on the dilapidated platform that read, "[Travelers, please be careful not to linger in the town at night]".

The sign also bears the mark of the Life Church, proving that it was left by clergy members of the Life Church.

Next to the sign was a wooden shelf with many similar tourist guides on it.

A group of travelers also disembarked with Locke; they were all students from wealthy families who had come from the eastern part of Kosork to explore the town.

They were led there by their mentor, a middle-aged man with gray hair.

"This place is so beautiful."

"Yes, look at the sky. It's completely different from the sky in Kosork. It's never been polluted here."

"I want to paint here, I want to recite poetry."

"Hehe, you should save your breath. Your artistic talent is really terrible."

The students discussed and expressed their feelings.

A red-haired girl noticed Locke getting off the bus with her and asked, "Are you also Professor Borg's student? Why haven't I seen you before?"

"Sorry, I'm not. I'm just an ordinary person visiting the town."

Locke said politely.

"Do you know the legend of Holman?"

The red-haired girl asked excitedly, seemingly wanting to show off her erudition.

Locke wasn't going to waste time with her; he picked up a tourist guide.

"I know this is a cursed town, so please be careful. After you've finished your tour during the day, please leave before nightfall."

After saying this, Locke turned and left, walking into the snow.

The students laughed.

"What are we afraid of with so many of us?"

"Yes, we're going to stay here tonight. The scenery here is so beautiful, it would be such a waste not to stay a few nights and soak in the hot springs."

"Besides, we have Mentor Borg, who is a wizard."

"Let's go, children, it's time for us to set off."

The gray-haired middle-aged man smiled as he spoke. He wore a black cloak and had a strong fragrance about him, as if he were trying to mask some other smell.

Locke disliked the smell on him and entered the town ahead of the group.

The townspeople were warm and hospitable, and many merchants greeted Locke when they saw him.

"Want to stay one night? It's only 10 mcg a night."

"I only need 5 mcg here, and I can accompany you to do whatever you want."

"Want to sleep with Holman? My name is Holman."

Faced with the enthusiastic townswomen, Locke dodged left and right to avoid their invitations.

"I never imagined there would be so many prostitutes in town. Don't they have any other means of making a living? The world is going to the dogs."

Locke sighed softly.

That's because you took a shortcut.

Eileen reminded her.

"Um, this is a recommendation in the tourist guide; it says it's a must-see for tourists."

Locke produced the culprit: the tourist guide he had obtained at the platform.

The two, a person and a cat, strolled through the bustling town, sampled local delicacies such as fruit wine and gingerbread figurines, and then ventured into the forest behind the town before sunset.

This leisurely time made Locke feel as if he were on a trip.

Locke's footprints, some deep and some shallow, were left on the soft snow.

"Let me sense where the witch Finnie Sares is buried."

Eileen jumped off Locke, transformed back into a young girl, bent down, pressed her ear to the ground, and vines extended from her hands, spreading into the ground.

The vines pierced through the roots of many large trees, relentlessly exploring forward.

Locke took this opportunity to lean against a large tree and admire the sky dyed red by the sunset.

The most beautiful thing in the town must be this pure sky, which also proves that there are no missionaries from the Alchemy Church here.

The alchemists were also jokingly referred to as environmental polluters by the people of the Tumen Kingdom.

Just as Locke was lost in thought, he heard a familiar voice.

"Everyone, follow me and chant the incantation, and dance according to the steps I will teach you."

This is the man named Borg speaking.

Locke pricked up his ears and clearly heard the incantation being chanted by the group of students.

His brows furrowed, and after walking a short distance, he saw a group of people gathered together, performing a strange dance through the trees.

Borg, standing in the very center of the crowd, had already removed his black robe, exuding a rotten smell.

Is this a necromancer?

What is he doing here?

Could it be that, like me, she's trying to summon Finnie Sares?

Wait a minute, could it be that he brought these young people here to sacrifice them to please Finnie Sares?

Combining the incantation they had just recited, Locke had a conjecture that came close to the truth.

Suddenly, an arm stretched out from the snow, followed by a loud rumbling sound.

A three-meter-tall stitched-together monster emerged from the ground. Its body resembled the remains of three or four people. Its mouth was unexpectedly large, taking up two-thirds of its body, enough to swallow anyone whole. It had seven arms but only three legs, and its entire body reeked of a putrid stench.

The boys and girls who were still dancing the bizarre dance screamed in fright. It was the first time they had ever seen something so ugly; its mere existence was blasphemy.

The corpse monster seized the red-haired girl closest to it as easily as crushing an ant.

"Help! Help!"

The red-haired girl let out a triumphant shout.

"Mentor, save me."

The necromancer Borg smiled, and then four or five more stitched-together corpses appeared on the ground.

A feeling of despair is engulfing these young people.

"Mentor, save us, save us!"

"What kind of monster is this? Ah, don't come any closer!"

They fled in panic, begging Borg for help, but Borg remained unmoved.

Only then did they realize that they had been deceived.

The monster tossed the red-haired girl high into the air, opened its mouth wide, and prepared to devour her whole.

Just as the red-haired girl was about to fall into the gaping maw of the zombie, a long black hair bound her and forcibly pulled her away.

Tears streamed down the red-haired girl's face. She felt a cool sensation below; she had wet herself in fright.

Locke's keen sense of smell immediately detected the red-haired girl's strange scent, so he threw her onto a large tree and retrieved his own hair.

He walked into the crowd, and the necromancer Borg looked at Locke with a wicked grin.

“Perfect timing, another offering has arrived. Lady Finnie Sares will like it.”

Chapter 189, "Do you want to make me infamous?"

Borg was a native of Edenburg, born in a remote town near the northern border. The town was frequently harassed by wolves and monsters, so the church always demanded protection money from the townspeople. Borg's parents had seven children, and according to the church's rules, they had to pay protection money for nine people.

This plunged the already impoverished family into dire straits. In order for the other children to survive, the father had no choice but to drive the boy Borg, who was born with a disability, into the Dark Forest.

Borg was born blind, and his existence was destined to be nothing more than a burden on his family, so he was rightfully abandoned.

Just as he was waiting to die in the dark forest, he encountered his teacher, a little-known necromancer.

He has a peculiar habit: he likes young, handsome boys.