Becoming a god by raising witches

Locke chuckled self-deprecatingly and sat back down on the old sofa in the living room.

There was only one bedroom in the rented room, which belonged to Hannah. It is said that he and Hannah used to sleep in bunk beds when they were young, but after they grew up, he could only make do with the sofa in the living room.

Locke sat on the sofa, thinking about how to quickly master his newly acquired superpower. If he saw the wave of life as soon as he went out, and then felt dizzy or even had a headache, it was definitely because he hadn't controlled his superpower well. Otherwise, the witch would have gone crazy long ago, right?

After silently repeating "System Daddy, I want guidance" several times to no avail, Locke decided to figure it out on his own. He walked to the window and looked at the flow of people coming and going on the street.

Use your will to issue commands such as "Disappear," "I don't want to see," and "Get out."

It's ineffective; the health bars are still jumping above people's heads.

Close your eyes and don't look at anything.

Ineffective. The health bar seemed to defy the laws of visual perception, appearing out of thin air and forming a clear red river in the darkness.

Does this mean I can apply for a job as a blind masseur, or pretend to be blind on the street to scam money?

Unfortunately, this society has no blind masseurs or blind fortune tellers.

Locke sighed and decided to try a different approach.

After 16 attempts, he finally found a feasible method by drawing inspiration from reading online novels in his previous life.

Locke focused his attention on a stray dog ​​with brown fur on the street corner, concentrating solely on the dog.

The dog's health bar was set at 200 hours, but after a homeless man appeared near it, the dog's life visibly decreased to 10 minutes.

After witnessing the homeless man kill the dog by putting a smother over its head, Locke smiled with delight.

It wasn't that he had a deep-seated hatred for that dog that only knew how to bite; it was entirely because he had mastered the secret of "Life Detection."

Simply concentrate and focus on yourself to automatically block out the life bars around you. This consumes far less energy than looking at the life bars of many people at the same time, and it won't put any mental strain on you or cause headaches.

Locke then selected a few more passersby and experimented several times. After confirming that the method was effective, he lay down on the sofa and fell asleep in a good mood.

I didn't wake up until the afternoon to prepare dinner for Hannah.

Hannah came home very late tonight. After dinner, she managed a tired smile.

"I'm going back to my room to rest now. Locke, you should go to sleep early too. Good night."

"Good night."

Hannah went into her room and closed the door.

Locke could tell that Hannah was in a bad mood, and even though he had mentioned the 20 Micks income before dinner, it didn't change the gloom on Hannah's face.

The next morning, before Hannah had even gotten out of bed, Locke got up early, prepared breakfast, and went out to continue looking for work.

Locke even wore the wool coat that Hannah had brought back for him.

Although it's a bit worn, its warmth is a significant improvement over my vest and scarf.

Locke didn't care which gentleman had worn it before; he only felt the warmth from Hannah.

"We must succeed today."

Locke encouraged himself, then disappeared into the crowd, becoming one of the gray-white shadows.

I walked across three blocks to the Mill neighborhood near Trey Bridge.

This is the intersection of the western and eastern districts of Kosorsk, where one can glimpse the glory of the capital from afar.

The Trey Bridge attracted many coachmen, and those who could work from the West End to the East End were considered wealthy people, their target audience.

Strictly speaking, the East District belongs to the capital of the Kingdom of Tumen, as it includes bustling areas such as the Queen's District, the City Hall, the Cathedral of Life, the Police Headquarters, the Information Office, and the Wells District.

It stands in stark contrast to the factory district, dock area, alchemy workshops and slums of the West End.

When the coachmen saw Locke, who was wearing a cashmere coat and had a handsome face, they couldn't help but wave and solicit customers.

"Young gentleman, would you like to go to the other side of the bridge?"

"Take my car, it'll only cost 30 meters."

When they saw Locke approaching, they reluctantly shook their hands, feeling annoyed.

Because Locke's coat was secondhand, it wasn't obvious from a distance, but up close you could clearly see the wear and tear on the edges and the outdated style. Most people who worked in the East District dressed smartly and wouldn't allow themselves to wear such an outdated coat.

Locke only said to the coachman who was closest to him and had waved most enthusiastically earlier, "Thank you, but no need."

He took out the newspaper from his pocket, confirmed the restaurant's address, took a deep breath, and decided to go in and try his luck again.

Suddenly, a black four-wheeled sedan came speeding across the bridge.

In this day and age, only the super-rich can afford to own a private car. When the car appeared, everyone stopped to watch until they realized something was wrong: the car's brakes seemed to have failed.

A woman let out a piercing scream.

Attracted by the sound, Locke turned around and saw the out-of-control black metal lump rushing towards him, while the clock on the Trey Bridge behind him showed exactly 8 o'clock!

Could this be the reason why he only has 24 hours left to live?

A car accident in this shitty world?!

At that speed, even an Olympic champion couldn't avoid it.

Locke seemed to hear the countdown to his own life.

why?

Even though I left the witch's territory, my health bar has already recovered?

Just as the vehicle was about to hit him, an elegant black cat appeared.

It nimbly leaped onto Locke's shoulder, and then Locke was hit by the car and thrown into the air.

I thought the world would spin, I would bleed uncontrollably, and I would die on the spot.

Locke even whispered his last words to Hannah in his heart: "See you in the next life."

But he didn't feel any pain at all. When he hit the ground, he even felt that the ground was soft, as if he had melted into a sponge.

The black sedan finally came to a stop.

The car door opened, and a pretty young woman wearing an elaborate ruffled dress darted out of the carriage. Behind her followed a well-dressed middle-aged man with a furrowed brow, constantly on guard against anyone approaching.

The girl ran to Locke's side, reached out her hand, helped him up, and said nervously,

"I'm sorry, are you... are you alright? I'll take you to the hospital right now."

The girl's round face had a touch of baby fat, and her fair cheeks were dotted with freckles that didn't detract from her beauty. Her large, round, emerald-like eyes had thick, long eyelashes, and her long, curly brown hair cascaded down her back, giving her the appearance of a porcelain doll.

"I'm okay."

Locke stood up and was surprised to find that the black cat was still on his shoulder.

The proud black cat stood motionless like a statue, seemingly with no intention of jumping off the shoulder.

Locke reached out to hug it, but it stretched out its little black paws and slapped Locke's hand away.

Locke winced in pain and withdrew his hand, a faint red mark already appearing on it.

This cat is incredibly strong!

Chapter 7, This is a Win-Win Situation

[Ding! Witch information detected: Irene Mostia]

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

[Nothing was detected on the host.]

Feeding success rate: 0%

Holy crap! It's Miss Eileen the witch!

Is this how she saved me?

Wait, shouldn't Eileen already be dead?!

Didn't she only have 24 hours to live?

Why did I turn into a cat?!

Locke then realized that it was this black cat—no, it was Miss Eileen—who had saved him during the car accident.

"No, no, you must go to the hospital for a checkup."

The doll-like girl was eager to pull Locke into the car and said she would definitely drive him to the hospital for a check-up.

She didn't want to be surrounded by so many people, and the middle-aged man started urging her on, as if she had something very important to do.

But Locke insisted on not going to the hospital because he was about to have his job interview at Holmick Restaurant.

"Really, you don't need to, and I advise you not to drive this car anymore."

Locke offered advice.

"Miss Lucy, we should go now."

The middle-aged man urged him again.

The girl named Lucy bit her lip, took out an exquisite wallet from her handbag, and then counted out 3, 10, and 30 gold coins from the wallet and handed them to Locke.

“I only brought this much. Take it to the hospital for a full checkup. If there are any problems, come find me at Baker’s Bakery in Wells. My name is Lucy.”