Becoming a god by raising witches

Locke asked, puzzled.

Eileen glanced at him lightly with her pale blue eyes and said in a cold tone,

How do you know I'm not one of those twelve ancient witches?

Chapter 69, Horror Story

A cold wind blew in through the cracks in the window, running down Locke's collar and into his back, causing him to shiver slightly.

Considering Eileen's previous statement that she was omnipotent, he suddenly had the feeling of looking at an ageless witch.

Well, this is most likely a horror story.

If Eileen is an ancient witch, then is the original Eileen already dead?

Wasn't it the same Eileen I encountered from beginning to end?

Locke swallowed hard and looked at Eileen seriously.

"Whether you are an ancient witch or any other witch, I am your cat owner."

To Eileen, it sounded like some kind of oath of allegiance.

Because she has come to regard the pet owner as a servant.

She nodded slightly, seemingly satisfied with Locke's attitude.

"You're very lucky to have met me. I'm different from other witches."

"?"

Locke looked at Eileen with a puzzled expression.

"Disaster is the source of a witch's power, but there is a type of witch who can become stronger by devouring other witches, and I happen to be the latter."

Eileen licked her paws and continued,

"If you encounter other witches in your life, be careful, they will bring all kinds of disasters."

What about the black-haired bureau chief?

She's the director of the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations, she can't possibly be a witch who likes to bring disaster, right?

Could she be one of those special witches, just like you?

To be on the safe side, it's best to avoid letting the two of them meet.

Locke had originally planned to take Eileen to the Bureau of Investigation for a meal and drinks, but now he had to abandon that idea.

Before we figure out which witch Renis and Irene belong to, they must not be allowed to meet.

What if they start fighting each other?

As a fisherman, maintaining harmony in the pond is very important.

"How much information in the book would attract their attention? Are there any records that don't belong to those 12 ancient beings, just some common-sense knowledge?"

Locke still didn't want to give up reading "The Witch's Revelation".

Eileen was full and a little sleepy, and didn't want to continue answering Locke's questions, until Locke took out another colorful fructose candy, unwrapped it, and fed it to her.

Eileen licked her lips, her eyes narrowing into crescent moons.

"I don't actually like sweets that much."

Hmm, you're clearly enjoying it, but you still won't admit you've been won over by the candy. You're just being stubborn.

Locke thought to himself.

"If you want to read 'The Witch Apocalypse,' there's no way to avoid its influence; it's like a form of pollution. If you just want to learn some common sense, I can tell you that."

What I'm waiting for is your words.

Locke returned the book to Eileen, looking at her expectantly.

Eileen licked the fructose from her mouth and spoke slowly.

“Every witch possesses extraordinary power, which is innate and comes from the original supreme being, the Goddess of Misfortune, also known as the Calamity Witch.”

"He once ruled an entire continent, but ultimately perished in the war of the gods. He had twelve disciples who rose to power by consuming his flesh and blood, becoming the twelve ancient witches, each possessing power in a different domain."

Locke had read many miscellaneous books. Legend has it that the Age of Gods was destroyed in a terrible war of the gods, a war that destroyed the once prosperous Eastern Continent and its civilization.

After the war of the gods, Ragnarok arrived, and most of the gods chose to return to the stars. Since then, no true god has appeared in the world.

Perhaps the war of the gods that Eileen was referring to is this very war among the gods.

Unexpectedly, the Calamity Witch also perished in that war, and her body was devoured by the 12 disciples.

"During the chaotic era, these 12 ancient witches made a pact with the demons, hoping to seize the dragons' dominion over the world and preserve the human race for their followers. In the end, they joined forces to bring about a cataclysmic disaster, which wiped out the dragons. However, this also cursed the 12 ancient witches, stripping them of their strange powers. They were regarded as a calamity and avoided by their former followers, and were pushed to the gallows in regret and despair."

The witch had once protected the weak humans.

Locke was somewhat surprised that Eileen's account of witch history differed from the world history he had read.

The Kingdom of Tumen compiled three world histories, all of which Locke read. They only recognized five true gods: the Goddess of Life, the God of Light, the God of Machinery, the Goddess of Wisdom, and the God of the Sea. They believed that these five true gods preserved the human race during the war of gods. During the chaotic era, although the true gods hid, they sent their followers to continue protecting the weak humans until they established city-states and kingdoms.

"For a long time, witch was a taboo word. Witches with strange talents would be discovered by humans as soon as they awakened and sent to the gallows. Witches and humans were like fire and water."

"Humanity re-established city-states and kingdoms, civilization began to develop, and we entered the Glorious Era. Witches became what they called monsters, and were considered to be in the same category as demons, vampires, vengeful spirits, and ghosts, all of which were sources of disaster and misfortune."

Eileen finished her candy, and only continued talking after Locke fed her another one.

"The advantage of a witch is that she possesses extraordinary beauty, while her disadvantage is that she has extremely strong desires in a certain area."

In which aspect?

Locke swallowed hard.

Eileen glanced at him. "Can't you tell?"

Well, okay, you certainly have a very strong craving for food.

Is the bureau chief also a pure foodie like you?

"Xiao Ai, are the people chasing you also after your witch's heart?"

Locke suddenly asked.

Eileen buried her head in her furry belly, curled up into a ball, and refused to answer.

She's already revealed enough today and doesn't want to have any more conversations with the pet owner.

And eating too much can really make you sleepy.

Considering he also had to get up early the next day, Locke fell asleep on the sofa.

He woke up the next day to find himself lying on the floor.

It was clearly Black Cat Irene who kicked him down.

Locke looked at the black cat, who was still lying on the sofa, with a hint of resentment.

You're so small, why are you so domineering?

The black cat slowly opened its eyes.

"You stupid pet owner, do you have a problem with me?"

"No."

Locke decided to be patient; his favorability rating had already reached 35, and the day when the serfs could rise up and sing their praises was just around the corner.

I'll make Eileen suffer the cruelest punishment in the world, making her sing "Conquer" while cleaning the bathroom.

Locke knocked on the door to wake Hannah and went to the kitchen to prepare a simple breakfast.

Because both siblings had to work in the far-off East District, they opted for the simplest option: sandwiches for breakfast.

Black cat Eileen didn't like the sandwiches, but she reluctantly ate three for Locke's sake.

Locke drew [Acuity of Hearing] again, and with the little secrets he had overheard intermittently during this period, his proficiency reached 212, still 788 short.

The black cat has visibly gained a lot of weight, even though only a week has passed.

I'm sure that if she keeps eating like this, she'll be able to rival piglets next spring.

Hopefully, when she becomes human, she won't be so plump.

Locke sighed inwardly.

Eileen, who doesn't have mind-reading abilities, didn't notice that her pet owner was questioning her figure.

Locke left some candy for Eileen and left Old Tom's apartment with his sister Hannah.

A new day begins.

Chapter 70, The Cultivation of a Seasoned Food Blogger

Locke chose to set off with Hannah, even though this would make him arrive at the Bureau of Investigation about 40 minutes earlier, because the two of them could save half the fare by traveling together in a carriage.

After successfully crossing the Trey Bridge, the Cathedral of Life rang its bells precisely at 7 o'clock.

A flock of white doves circled above the central square, and hardworking people had already appeared in the streets and alleys.