Becoming a god by raising witches

"Forgive my rudeness, Master, but I feel that the way you look at Miss Eileen is a bit ambiguous, like a male peacock eagerly seeking a response. Are you still single?"

Finnie Sares said with a hint of boastfulness.

Locke narrowed his eyes. "Why does this witch have a mouth?"

“Great master, I don’t mind persuading Antonia to let us help you break the curse of being single, so you won’t have to drool over Miss Eileen anymore.”

"I didn't drool."

"Do you perhaps wish to sample the Witch's Heart Crystal?"

"No, I'm not interested in that."

"Then you must be lusting after Miss Eileen's beauty."

"Well, that's right, I just admire Miss Eileen's beauty."

Locke decided not to argue with the sharp-tongued witch.

Eileen, clutching a basket of witch's hearts, turned around and continued eating silently.

It felt like she was afraid Locke would steal her food.

"It seems you were rejected by Miss Eileen."

"Finnie Sares said."

"Finnie, if you say one more word, I'll let you experience the joy of childbirth."

“Oh? Really? Thank you so much. This is exactly what I want. I love life, and Antonia and I both long to have a child of our own, but we both know it’s impossible. If our great master can help us, we will be eternally grateful.”

Fini Sares said with a smile.

"Never mind, pretend I didn't say anything."

Locke covered his forehead with one hand.

"Master, do you have any other needs?"

"Finnie Sares asked."

"No."

Locke answered bluntly.

"Then Finney will take her leave now. Antonia is still in bed... waiting for me in the vegetable garden."

Fini Sares said with a smile.

"roll."

Single guy Locke was hit with a critical strike of 10,000 points.

Finnie Sares left triumphantly.

“I’m sorry, Locke, I can’t give you my body because I’m just a cat.”

Eileen finished eating 20 hearts and let out a satisfied burp.

Locke rolled his eyes. "I don't see you as a cat at all."

“Well, one reason is that this body is a gift of time and does not yet belong to the real me. Of course, another reason is that Lady Rosalia Jiménez misunderstands you.”

"That's all?"

"Okay, there's a third reason."

Eileen confessed, "My soul is incomplete. Although I can control my desires, I don't possess them myself unless my soul is restored, which is almost impossible."

"why?"

"Because most of my soul is in Katerina's body, just like you and your clone. In fact, every time you separate your clone, a part of your soul is extracted and enters their body, even if you don't feel it."

Eileen explained.

"I see. So if my clones die too many times, will my soul become incomplete?"

"No, the soul returns to the original body after the clone dies."

Erin said.

"That means after you die, your soul will return to Katerina's body."

"Yes."

"If Katerina dies, will her soul return to your body?"

"This has never happened before, but it's worth a try, provided I'm stronger than her."

Eileen looked down at her hands.

Countless tiny red threads appeared on her fair hands, resembling a spider web, gradually spreading from her hands to her entire body.

"what happened to you?"

Locke asked nervously.

"I think it's because I ate too much. It's okay, it's just that my body is breaking down."

Eileen said indifferently.

"Body breakdown?"

Locke remembered what Irene had said: each witch has a different limit to the power she can withstand. "If you can't withstand it, why did you eat it all at once?"

"Who says I can't handle it? It's just a matter of going through a breakdown. I can heal myself."

Eileen said confidently.

The next second, her body began to mutate into a monster-like form.

The red mesh on her skin seemed to come alive, splitting her body into countless small pieces of flesh that floated in the air.

Each piece of meat seemed to possess its own thoughts, and they were engaged in a fierce battle.

"I am Katerina's alter ego, an artificial witch with one-tenth of Katerina's soul. I am Irene Mostia. I love good food, and I admire my cat owner, Locke Bemon."

"I am Sheria Dutra, the witch of desire. I belong to the Black Rose organization and am loyal to Queen Katerina. I gain power by enjoying pleasure."

“I am the Forest Witch, Brey Ivanov. I hate Katerina. She used me and abandoned me. I will never forgive her.”

“I am Aishamu Ordesia, the witch of pain. I love pain, and I feed on despair…”

"I am the witch Audrina Hall..."

"I am Margot Schwartz, the witch..."

The little fragments acquired different consciousnesses, originating from the hearts of those witches.

Locke felt as if Eileen's body had been completely disintegrated, turning into a collection of witches.

He asked with some concern, "Xiao Ai, are you alright?"

"I'm very good."

All the pieces of meat turned around at the same time and looked at Locke.

An eye grew from each piece of meat, staring intently at Locke.

Then the pieces of meat all swarmed around.

"Locke, it's time for you to cook for me."

"Locke, you look delicious. Want to enjoy yourself?"

"Locke, would you like to become a tree? It feels great."

"Locke, do you want to experience pain? Only pain is the true meaning of life..."

The countless questions made Locke's scalp tingle. He tried his best to imagine them as the complete Eileen, and asked them...

"Xiao Ai, when will you recover?"

"I don't know, maybe a day, maybe a week, maybe a month, or even a few months."

Countless Eileens answered at the same time.

"Okay, you'll scare people if you go out like this. You'd better stay in your room until you recover."

Locke suggested.

"Of course, I'll stay here and not go anywhere."

The chunks of flesh in the air transformed into tiny Erin, some only the size of a thumb, others the size of a fist.

They all climbed onto Locke without prior arrangement, as if climbing Mount Everest, and some even fell to the ground, shattering into two Eileens.

This scene is a bit funny.

"Are you okay?"

Locke bent down, picked up the two little Erin from the ground, and placed them in his palm.

"It's alright, thank you, Locke. It's just that your face has suddenly become very big, and I'm a little unaccustomed to it."

Eileen's voice had also become more childlike, which Locke found quite amazing.

"Yes, can you become like me?"