Becoming a god by raising witches

"First is the Bureau of Oddity Investigation."

"The Investigation Bureau consists of a director, deputy directors, investigators, and temporary workers."

"The position of deputy director is currently vacant. It is highly likely that the Queen or the Church will send someone directly to fill the position, or there is a small chance that they will be selected and promoted from among the existing investigators."

"Investigators are also divided into three levels: gold medal investigators, silver medal investigators, and bronze medal investigators. There are also trainee investigators, who are not included in this category. You are currently a trainee investigator."

"The ranks of gold, silver, and bronze investigators are calculated based on merit. Each time you complete a mission, you will receive a certain amount of merit depending on the difficulty of the mission. These merits can be accumulated or exchanged for Mike at the end of the year to squander. Most investigators choose the latter, which has resulted in our Bureau of Paranormal Investigations not having a single gold investigator to date; the highest rank we have is silver."

Boyd pointed to the badge on his chest, a gleaming brass badge. "I'm a bronze-level investigator. When you finish your internship, you'll be the same as me."

"If you fail your internship, all the knowledge I've taught you, as well as all the information about the Bureau of Investigation, will be erased using special means. You can continue being a chef."

"Yes, the chefs are ordinary people. They are essentially members of the Sheriff's Court and don't know anything about the Bureau of Investigation. Your identity is special, so you must be careful about confidentiality agreements when communicating with them."

Boyd reminded him.

"Okay, I'll remember that."

Locke had noticed before that Rani and his colleagues were different from the civilian staff member Freya. They always claimed to work in the Sixth Sheriff's Court, and even when they wanted to make a name for themselves by cooking lamb in ice, they said it was the kitchen of the Sixth Sheriff's Court, not the kitchen of the Bureau of Investigation.

And judging from Mrs. Fella's tone, the cooks' salaries were paid entirely by the Sheriff's Court, meaning they were unofficial staff of the Bureau of Investigation.

"Yes, the investigator's job is to handle strange events."

"We categorize strange events into three levels."

"S-level, the highest level, involves the descent of evil gods and wars of superpowers."

"Level A, medium level, involves disasters caused by the followers of evil gods, events involving witches, the appearance of abnormal objects, and the spread of cults, etc."

"Class B: Catastrophic events caused by shadows, vengeful spirits, zombies, or other monsters."

"Under normal circumstances, bronze-level investigators will only participate in B-level incidents, and if they participate in A-level incidents, it will only be as an assistant or cooperator."

Does that mean Sieg is at least a silver medal investigator?

Locke guessed and asked,

Have we at the Bureau of Investigation ever handled S-class incidents?

Boyd shook his head. "No, although this world is very dangerous, the descent of evil gods and wars of superpowers are extremely rare. Even if they happen, we will hand them over to the church to handle."

"Ok."

This is basically consistent with what the black-haired chief, Rene, said.

Boyd continued,

"An investigator's strength depends not only on their physical abilities, combat and shooting skills, but also on their own supernatural abilities and the strange objects they carry. It is said that you are a wild supernatural being with certain supernatural abilities. You need to demonstrate them to me."

"it's here?"

Locke asked, puzzled.

Boyd nodded. "Don't worry, the library has a ghost cleaner, so there won't be any problems."

Ghost administrator?

Locke suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, as if a ghost was staring straight at him from behind.

Chapter 73, Miss Ghost

"Don't worry, Tia is a very friendly ghost. She loves reading, and if you are a reader, she will like you too and won't hurt you."

Boyd snapped his fingers as he spoke, and a semi-transparent, suspended object floated over.

The illusory figure gradually transformed into a lady holding a thick book, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a long court dress. She lifted the hem of her dress and gave Locke a slight bow.

Then she disappeared again. As if it were merely in response to Boyd's summons.

"Tia loved reading. She was an investigator when she was alive, but she was cursed after death and became a ghost. So the director applied to turn her into a monster so that she could guard the library and become its administrator."

Boyd pointed to a portrait of a woman hanging on the library wall.

"This is Tia's true form, the anomaly C314. Her function is to restore the library to its original state no matter how badly it is destroyed, so don't worry. Show me your abilities; it's related to the test I've set for you in a week."

The investigator was turned into a bizarre object after his death?

This is just as terrifying as what Irene said about witches being turned into monsters.

Could the origin of these strange creatures be the witches and oddities who have died in the past?

Locke swallowed hard, sensing the terror of the mysterious world.

Perhaps it wasn't as wonderful as he initially imagined; swords and magic, Hextech.

Locke stood up, found a relatively open space, and unleashed his previously exposed skill, [Rapunzel]—or rather, [Rapunzel Art]!

Locke's jet-black hair grew longer and longer as he pleased, and he grabbed the bookshelves on either side, lifting them high into the air.

Because it wasn't controlled properly, the bookshelf fell to the ground after only rising halfway.

Locke hasn't mastered this skill yet and needs more practice; otherwise, he'll only be able to rely on reactive reactions during combat.

Boom——

The bookshelf crashed heavily to the ground, scattering books everywhere.

"Feel sorry."

Locke spoke to the air, afraid that Miss Ghost would be angry because he had damaged the bookshelf.

"Don't be nervous, Tia has a very good temper. She used to be the best-tempered investigator among us."

Boyd said with a mournful face.

Okay, okay, stop emphasizing it. Are you trying to scare me away?

Locke thought to himself.

"This is the first time I've seen a man with the strange ability to grow hair longer. I remember this ability should belong to some kind of witch, but I can't remember which witch. If you are interested in witches, there is a book called 'The Complete Book of Witches' on the sixth row, 20th shelf. It contains a lot of knowledge related to witches."

Boyd pointed to the bookshelf behind Locke.

"Okay, thank you, I'm not interested in witches."

Locke lied, but he didn't want to regain the same reputation among his colleagues as before.

Boyd said nothing about it, just as he would tell others that he wasn't interested in photo books.

Everyone has a few quirks they don't want others to know about, and Boyd thinks people with such quirks are easier to get along with.

"You can try to attack me with your hair."

Boyd wanted to learn more about Locke's abilities.

Locke also felt this was a good opportunity for an experiment.

"Use all your strength?"

Locke asked.

Boyd nodded. "Yes, give it your all. Don't worry about me getting hurt. I'm a seasoned investigator and have handled many strange cases."

"Alright, senior, I'll attack now."

Locke imagined Boyd as the witch Sheria and activated [Long Hair Art] again, his hair piercing out like sharp swords.

However, it gently poked Boyd.

It wasn't as powerful as the blow that pierced Sheria's chest.

Boyd grabbed Locke's hair and easily threw him to the ground, body and all.

Locke landed face-first on the ground, giving himself a real slap on the back.

Boyd shook his head. "The advantage is that it's quite flexible, but the disadvantage is that its hair is too soft and its attack power is too weak. If you can't use this power well, it will become a burden. You might as well think about controlling it as an auxiliary tool, such as wrapping around the opponent's body like spider silk."

"Spider silk?"

Locke suddenly thought of Spider-Man. That's right, if hair could stretch and shrink at will and was extremely resilient, comparable to spider silk, why not learn from Spider-Man?

If I can't beat you, at least I can run away!

Of course, physical coordination must also be in place, otherwise you won't look like a spider, but rather like Sadako with a stiff body.

"Let's work towards that goal."

Boyd helped Locke up and dusted him off. "I believe we'll make a good team."

"Thank you, Boyd, I will try my best."

Locke expressed his determination.

I'm increasingly finding Boyd to be a very easy person to get along with.

Boyd looked at Locke's resolute expression, paused slightly, and his eyes suddenly reddened.

"I'm sorry, you remind me of Weem. He said the same thing to you back then, but sadly he died in the North."

Wait, why are your eyes suddenly red? Are you about to cry?

Locke remembered the precautions in the new recruit's handbook and immediately changed the subject.

"The chief's pipe looks unusual, is it also an oddity?"