Becoming a god by raising witches

"Don't be afraid. B-level anomalies are child's play. They're usually just minor disasters caused by shadows, vengeful spirits, zombies, or other monsters. For an experienced investigator like me, it's no problem at all. You can just act as my assistant and gain some experience."

Sieg said with a smile, revealing a row of white teeth that seemed to sparkle in the sunlight.

Locke wiped the sweat from his brow. What do you mean, "child's play"? Shadows, vengeful spirits, zombies, or other monsters are bosses to a character like him who's at most level 5!

"Follow my instructions in a moment."

Sieg patted Locke on the shoulder and strode toward the abandoned building.

There are many abandoned buildings like this in the Cecilia district, most of which become gathering places for homeless people. Occasionally, news reports will occur of dangerous buildings collapsing and killing several homeless people.

Locke watched the coachman run off into the distance, feeling dejected.

Screams erupted from inside the building as some injured homeless people ran frantically outside to escape.

Just as Sieg and Locke were about to be knocked down, a pale green barrier appeared beside them, blocking the "attack" from the homeless men.

The homeless people seemed to have their course distorted, but they were completely unaware and continued running.

Sieg grabbed one of the homeless men who had lost an arm and asked him about the situation inside the building.

"They've gone mad, they've all gone mad! Run! Run! People are dying! People are dying!"

The homeless man spoke, his whole body trembling.

Sieg released him and said to Locke, "He's a little out of it, we need to be careful."

Locke suddenly remembered that Eileen had said it wasn't a good day to go out, and he regretted it now, thinking he should have asked her about it first.

Perhaps it's because I'll run into that unreliable guy Sig that I shouldn't go out?

Locke didn't want to get involved in another extraordinary battle and was hesitating whether to escape with the group of vagrants.

Suddenly, a woman with light golden curly hair and wearing a tattered gray cloak passed by him.

[Ding! Witch information detected: Sheria Dutra]

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

[Delicious candy detected on the host.]

[50% success rate in feeding]

It's the witch Sheria! Wasn't she dead?

No, it's that wisp of pink mist. Eileen said it was Sheria's desire, and it could also become her clone.

So she appeared here to absorb power.

So the riot in this abandoned building must have been caused by her.

She probably doesn't remember herself, because she has no memory now.

But she was still wearing the witch's red crystal necklace around her neck. This necklace belonged to her, and she would definitely remember it, just like when they met in the apartment last time.

She's in a hurry to escape now, most likely to avoid Sieg.

If Sieg isn't with me, she might come directly to me for revenge.

No, even a mere clone of desire is a deadly threat to a low-level character like me with a combat power of only 5.

We can't let her escape!

"Senior Sieg, it's a witch! Capture her!"

Locke shouted loudly.

Sieg paused for a moment, then immediately reached out to grab Sheria.

Sheryl frowned. She had concealed her presence well enough, but she still managed to be recognized.

She discarded her grey cloak, revealing long, pale blonde hair, fair skin, and a venomous look in her eyes.

She opened her mouth and exhaled pink mist, causing the homeless people running around her to stop in their tracks.

They slowly turned around and gazed at Sheria with fascination.

They then quickly surrounded Sheria, turned to face Sieg and Locke, and revealed fierce eyes, as if the two were the murderers who had taken away their beloved, and they had an irreconcilable hatred for them.

The homeless people in the building also poured out, blocking Locke and Sieg's escape route.

Chapter 55, Escalation of the Incident

Sieg looked at the huge crowd in surprise; he hadn't expected there to be over 100 homeless people gathered here. He wiped the sweat from his brow and gave Locke an apologetic look.

"Newcomer, you're really unlucky. It seems this is no longer a B-level anomaly; it's now an A-level one."

In front of the abandoned building, about a hundred homeless people surrounded Locke and Sieg.

Among them were homeless people who had been wandering around the Cécile district for a long time, as well as workers who had recently lost their jobs.

People who have recently lost their jobs are much stronger physically than homeless people.

Locke suddenly regretted calling out to Sheria and could only hope that Sieg wasn't the kind of investigator who was all show and no substance.

I wonder where those two people who investigated me went. That woman has the ability to control insects; she could definitely solve the problem of these homeless people.

What's most prevalent in the Cécile district? People? No, it's cockroaches and rats.

Locke gathered his scattered thoughts, stood back to back with Sieg, and warily watched the approaching crowd.

"Locke, don't worry about me, you should go first. You're a newbie, you can't handle this situation at all."

Sieg said seriously.

You should take a look at the situation around you. Even if I wanted to leave, I wouldn't be able to.

Locke was internally ranting and raving about Sieg.

"Senior Sieg, do you have a way to get me out of here?"

"No."

Sieg said frankly.

"..."

Since the witch was left behind by him, Locke did not inquire about Sieg's parents.

Sieg drew a soft sword from his waist and looked at the witch Sheria hiding behind the crowd.

"I'll deal with the witch. Newbie, unleash whatever strange things you have, or you'll die here."

Sieg took off the green ring from his hand and tossed it to Locke. With a leap, he stepped on the homeless man's head and charged toward the witch Sheria.

Locke immediately realized that the green ring was also a strange object.

He put the strange object on his index finger, and the homeless people rushing over seemed to be distorted from their original course. They wanted to hurt Locke, but they kept attacking other places instead.

But the homeless men did not give up; they continued to attack Locke, squeezing him into a rather cramped space.

Because of the narrow space, their hands were already able to touch Locke, and Locke's trench coat, originally priced at 2000 mcg, was at risk of being torn.

After the trench coat was torn, it was Locke's turn to be ripped to shreds.

These people had clearly lost their minds; their eyes had turned blood red, and they were making a hissing sound as they ground their teeth, looking terrifying and ferocious.

Locke took out the Shadow Candle and matches.

He couldn't light the candles directly like a witch; he had to carry matches with him at all times.

He picked up a match in his left hand and a shadow candle and a match in his right. Just as the crowd was about to completely engulf him, the shadow candle was lit.

Countless shadowy figures burst forth from the flames. The vagrants closest to Locke were the first to be attacked. The shadowy figures' bodies passed through their bodies, their claws tore through their skin, and their souls took away their will to fight, causing them all to kneel on the ground and begin to weep with their heads in their hands.

An unprecedented sense of negativity overcame their inner desires, and now they only wanted to find a place to end their lives, not to participate in any more fighting.

Meanwhile, the shadows continued to injure their bodies, leaving streaks of blood on their skin and making their already tattered clothes even more tattered.

Locke dared not extinguish the candles, fearing that if they went out, these people would come back again.

Seeing the rows of homeless people lying on the ground, the witch Sheria, who had been fighting Sieg, let out a shrill scream.

Then she opened her mouth wide, as if invisible suction forces were drawing the homeless man's soul out of his body and into Sheria's body.

"Damn it, we can't let her replenish her soul."

Sieg raised his soft sword, its blade covered with intricate leaf vein patterns. As the sword thrust forward, the leaf vein patterns seemed to come alive, and two vines shot out and entangled Sheria.

The vines, like pythons, coiled from Sheria's ankles all the way to her pale neck, causing her to show a pained expression.

But she still didn't stop absorbing the souls of the homeless people in the neighborhood.

The shadowy figures rushed towards Sheria, tearing her already tattered clothes and leaving bloodstains on her body.

Sheria's skin suddenly cracked in patches, her bloodied face opened wide with a gaping maw, and a piercing sound seemed to pierce through the soul.

The shadowy figures scattered, and the vines were shattered.

Sheria's body floated in mid-air, her pale golden hair dancing and stretching like seaweed in the wind, as if it had suddenly been given life, and it even wrapped around Locke.

The candle in Locke's hand was also taken away by the hair.

Compared to Sig, Sheryl seemed to care more about Locke, because he was wearing her necklace around his neck.

Although she hasn't regained her memories yet, Sheryl has already smelled the scent of her enemy on Locke.