Becoming a god by raising witches

They varied in length, they were lively and agile, and they were challenging Locke.

Locke suddenly heard a buzzing sound in his ear.

When a person is subjected to extreme stimulation, physiological phenomena such as tinnitus may occur.

Locke is now on the verge of an emotional breakdown.

Especially when you see that even the little rats on the street have a lifespan of 132 hours.

He really wanted to step forward and stomp on this Shuke Beta who dared to show off in front of him.

Unfortunately, he wasn't that kind of person.

Even in the most desperate situations, one must not abandon the bottom line of being a human being.

Besides, it's not time to despair yet.

He turned and entered the apartment, his back to the crowd, leaving behind the torrent of lifelines that were about to forcefully penetrate his retina.

Locke went back into the bathroom, turned on the tap, and splashed cold water on his face to try to calm himself down.

Start thinking about what exactly is wrong with you.

There are only two reasons that could lead to such a short lifespan: man-made disasters or natural disasters.

Since transmigrating to this world, I have always adhered to the principle of being kind to others and have never made enemies. Therefore, I certainly do not have any enemies.

Their family was poor, and there was nowhere for anyone to spy on them, so it was impossible for them to attract robbers.

Although there is some malnutrition, the body is still relatively healthy, with no hidden illnesses, so it is unlikely to be a sudden terminal illness.

The only variable is Miss Witch. Could it be that Miss Witch's enemy came knocking, causing her to be caught in the crossfire?

Locke felt he was 99.99% close to the truth.

It seems I cannot accept Miss Witch's application.

Although I really want the witch's superpowers, I only have one life, so I have to say goodbye to the beautiful and charming witch.

Locke composed himself, left the bathroom, and returned to the kitchen, intending to refuse the job regardless of the witch's comments, citing family matters as the reason.

Eileen had already wiped the oil stains from her mouth with a napkin. Her lips were slightly swollen, like red cherries stung by bees, full and plump, exuding an alluring charm.

Locke guessed that her skin was probably swollen from the spiciness, so it seemed that his mild spice level was still too spicy for her.

Eileen was in a great mood after trying Eastern cuisine for the first time, but her face remained expressionless.

As a boss, she can't give her employees the impression that she's easy to control.

Noticing that Locke had returned to the kitchen, Eileen gave her assessment.

"The taste is so-so. Among all the delicious food I've ever eaten, it barely ranks 176th."

Eileen proudly raised her head and looked at Locke with her delicate chin.

However, due to Locke's height, her actions did not create a sense of superiority or looking down on others; instead, they made her appear petite and adorable.

Locke suddenly remembered a word.

Proud.

This Miss Eileen is a typical example of someone who says one thing but does another.

Even though he ate all the side dishes on his plate, he only gave it a mediocre review.

But none of this matters anymore.

Considering he might become a collateral damage, Locke said directly,

"It's a real shame I couldn't make a meal that would satisfy you. Excuse me, Miss Eileen, I'll be going now."

Locke turned around, intending to leave gracefully.

"?"

Eileen frowned slightly. She had only said that the taste was so-so, and she hadn't asked him to leave. Why did he give up on his own?

With a light leap, her black gothic dress blocked Locke's path.

"You passed the interview and can start work today."

Chapter 3, A Deal

Locke had reached the kitchen door when he was blocked by the witch who suddenly appeared in front of him.

It was as frustrating as blocking his lifeline.

However, Locke was unable to express these emotions, fearing that if he accidentally angered the short-lived witch in front of him, his lifespan would immediately be reduced from 24 hours to 24 seconds.

He forced a smile. "Miss Eileen, I cannot accept your job."

"why?"

Eileen asked, puzzled.

This is the first time she has found a chef who meets her expectations since she submitted the job posting a month ago.

Because none of the previous chefs had been able to give her the same exhilarating feeling of her throat spitting fire.

Eileen was certain that she had come to like this spicy food.

Furthermore, Eileen can see through the color of a person's soul.

Locke is a guy with a very unique soul. Pure white and pure black have achieved a balance in the same soul. As long as the scales are slightly tilted, it will lead to two completely different lives: extreme goodness and extreme evil. Eileen is quite interested in this and wants to witness the boy's life.

Yes, through her vision, Eileen saw that he only had 24 hours left to live.

But for a witch who is skilled at manipulating life, this little thing is nothing.

She could let Locke live for another 100 years if she wanted to.

Completely unaware of what the witch was thinking, Locke, preoccupied only with escaping, earnestly fabricated a lie.

“Miss Eileen, I’ve thought about it carefully for a long time, and I still think that working as a private chef is not as good as working in a restaurant. That way, I can showcase my culinary skills to more people who need them.”

"Weekly salary of 2 silver coins."

1 gold mcg equals 10 silver mcg equals 100 bronze mcg equals 10000 mcg.

Before losing her job, Isa earned 1 silver mick a week and 4 silver micks a month, which was considered middle-class in Kosork.

The average female worker's weekly wage is only 500 mcg, and most daily necessities can be bought with mcg.

Even an experienced and qualified chef can only earn a maximum of 1 silver dollar per week, and that's for chefs working in high-end restaurants.

Therefore, the salary offered by Eileen is definitely higher than the average chef's salary.

The more Eileen acted this way, the more Locke had to resist the temptation.

"I'm sorry, Miss Eileen, I still want to work at the restaurant. In fact, one restaurant has already offered me a job..."

Locke hadn't finished speaking.

Eileen held up four fingers.

"Weekly salary of 4 silver coins."

"I still think the restaurant..."

"Weekly salary of 8 silver coins."

"Dining room…"

"Weekly salary of 1 gold coin."

Eileen gave her final offer; she didn't care how much it cost, she wasn't interested in money, only in good food.

Besides, someone will come to take back this apartment building tomorrow, and everything here will no longer belong to her.

As for the servants' compensation, she could find other ways to achieve that.

Locke was already very tempted, deeply understanding the saying that "people die for wealth, and birds die for food."

Her parents owed a total of 50 gold coins, which was enough to crush any ordinary family. Hannah worked hard for 5 years and saved every penny to pay off 20 gold coins, leaving her with 30 gold coins. If she worked for the witch, she could pay off the debt within a year.

But do I really have a one-year lifespan?

I guess I only have 24 hours left to stay by this witch's side?

Locke hesitated before saying, "Miss Eileen, it's not about the money."

Eileen raised an eyebrow slightly, crossed her arms over her chest, and blocked her magnificent snow-capped peaks.

"In that case, let's make a deal."

"?"

Locke looked at the witch Irene with a puzzled expression.

"I will save your life, and you will agree to be my servant."

Eileen said those words calmly.

By the way, I stole the [Life Peep] skill from the witch, so she can definitely see my life bar too.

But why do I have this feeling that I'm about to make a deal with the devil?