Becoming a god by raising witches

Locke did not intend to give the black cat extra food, as this would create a new financial burden for the family, unless Eileen could provide him with additional food expenses.

Thinking of the Rhine House and the luxurious ingredients inside, he couldn't help but ask,

“Miss Eileen, may I go to Ryan’s apartment to get some groceries? I can’t even buy that kind of meat at the market on this street.”

A napkin appeared in the black cat's hand at some point; she elegantly wiped her mouth and waved her paw.

"No, the apartment has already been reclaimed; I can't go back."

"Recycle?"

"Yes, my identity as a human being is dead, and the apartment has been reclaimed by the relevant personnel."

Eileen felt there was nothing wrong with telling her servant about this, especially since he might be more careful in the future to avoid causing trouble.

Of course, it was only because of the delicious mashed potato dessert that she was so satisfied with that she was willing to explain a few more words to the servant.

"From now on, don't call me Miss Eileen in front of outsiders. Once my pursuers find you, they might make you suffer a fate worse than death, and I will abandon you to save myself."

The black cat, Eileen, proudly raised her head.

"So you faked your death to escape being hunted down!"

Locke asked in surprise.

"That was a real death. It was the help of a mysterious being that made me truly die. Now I can only accumulate power in the form of a cat. If I offer enough life to that being, I can recover to my former self as soon as possible."

"Black Cat Eileen said calmly, as if she were talking about something that had nothing to do with her."

"If I am lazy and unwilling to assist in the revival of the mysterious entity, I should be able to recover in 100 years."

Locke was quite shocked to hear this. So, at 8 a.m. this morning, the real Irene was already dead, and the black cat now might just be the ghost of the witch Irene? Or some other form of being!

No wonder the black cat didn't have a health bar above its head!

The thought that he was communicating with a ghost cat and had signed a 100-year care contract sent chills down Locke's spine.

Most importantly, it seems that the Ghost Cat has made a deal with some powerful evil god, which is why it exists in this form.

The black cat's face suddenly revealed a human-like expression of disdain.

"I am not a ghost or a spirit, I am a real being, and if I wish, I can become a human."

Seemingly worried that Locke wouldn't believe her, Eileen immediately transformed into human form.

A beautiful silver-haired girl, completely naked, appeared before Locke. Her full, snow-white breasts trembled slightly, tugging at Locke's nerves.

The sight of people having to ride horses even when they were on TV made Locke's ears turn red instantly.

Even if he wasn't a womanizer, who could resist the temptation of a witch?

The witch grabbed Locke's hand, letting him feel her body temperature, and then revealed a sly smile.

The next second, the beautiful and charming witch in front of me changed her appearance.

The glowing snow-capped peak instantly shrank in size, its silver hair turned black, and its eyes turned red, transforming into a tiny little girl who was only 1.2 meters tall.

Then her body lengthened again, her hair color changed to flaxen, her breasts grew larger, her waist became thinner, her legs lengthened, and her pupils and facial features also changed, transforming her into Lucy's appearance.

Before Locke could express any further thoughts, the witch's lips curled up in a smile, and she transformed into Hannah's likeness.

"It seems this is your favorite look."

Locke immediately withdrew his hand, his Adam's apple bobbed, he swallowed hard, and turned his back to the witch.

"Quickly, change back to normal."

He had realized that Eileen was teasing him.

Eileen achieved her goal, transformed back into a black cat, and jumped onto Locke's shoulder.

"Don't worry too much about appearances. If I wanted, I could become anyone, including you. You just need to remember that you are my servant, Erin Mostia's servant."

All I need to remember is that I am Erin Mostia's zookeeper.

Locke automatically translated Eileen's words.

I never imagined Miss Lucy had such a great figure. Hmm, Hannah's is pretty good too, but she's too small. It must be because of malnutrition. I'll definitely give her more papaya and coconut juice in the future.

Locke, who was already thinking about his sister Hannah's future, started clearing away the dishes, taking them to the kitchenette, and began washing them.

After washing the dishes, he noticed that the black cat, Eileen, was still staring at the two portions of mashed potatoes he had left behind.

"No, you're a cat now. You can't eat too much at once, or you'll get indigestion."

This was the lunch Locke had saved for himself and his sister Hannah; he couldn't let Eileen eat it.

Eileen narrowed her eyes. She could see the color of a soul, so she could naturally tell whether Locke was lying.

She stretched out her dark, hairy paws and reached for the plate.

Locke took her hand. "I'll cook you something delicious tonight, save your room."

Eileen's eyes lit up, and she withdrew her claws.

Locke breathed a sigh of relief; he had almost lost his lunch.

At noon, a familiar knocking sounded on the door.

Standing in front of the rusty iron gate, Hannah pinched her cheek, changing her frowning expression into a smile.

She didn't want Locke to see her in such a dejected state, even though she was heartbroken after being rejected by the interviewer from the Practical Newspaper.

But she knew that low spirits and pessimism were contagious, and she couldn't bring those negative emotions home.

The iron gate opened, and Hannah saw Locke's lean and handsome face; her smile widened.

"I am back."

"Welcome home."

Locke said with a smile, noticing the weariness in Hannah's beautiful eyes. Even if she tried to hide it, Locke could clearly see the dejection that came with being rejected for another job.

However, the siblings tacitly refrained from asking each other about their situations. If there was good news, they would tell each other even without being asked.

Locke pulled Hannah to sit down on the sofa and took out 30 gold coins.

Hannah's pupils and red lips dilated simultaneously, her expression shifting from surprise to horror.

"Locke, did you rob a bank?"

Chapter 9, Getting Rid of Debt

Inside a simple rental room on the third floor of Old Tom's apartment building.

A cool breeze blew in through the gap between the newspaper and the glass, ruffling Hannah's long golden hair and adding a touch of movement to her otherwise sculpted face.

Hannah brushed a strand of hair that had fallen to the corner of her mouth behind her ear and looked at Locke seriously.

"Locke, did you rob a bank?"

"No, this is my reward for saving lives."

If she were to say that she was hit by a car and the driver paid her compensation, Hannah would be very worried about her and would definitely take her to the hospital for a check-up. If the check-up showed that there was nothing wrong, she might even return the extra money.

Therefore, Locke decided to explain the money with a white lie.

"Rescue?"

Hannah still found it hard to imagine who she had saved to receive such a generous reward.

"Yes, I saved Miss Lucy from Baker's bakery, and this is my reward."

"Baker...that grain tycoon Baker!?"

Hannah stood up excitedly, completely disregarding her ladylike image; she always showed her truest self in front of her brother.

"I think so."

Locke nodded.

He had read about the grain tycoon Baker in old newspapers and magazines. He was said to be among the top 50 richest people in the Kingdom of Tumen. He started his business with Baker Farm and opened a variety of grain-related industries, including a grain import and export trading company, a flour company, and a bakery.

If Lucy is his daughter, it makes sense why she carries 30 gold coins as pocket money.

Most importantly, she has a generous nature, which is something that most families simply cannot cultivate.

“This is wonderful, Locke, wonderful.”

Tears welled up in Hannah's eyes. The debt collection agency was about to come to their door, but she and Locke hadn't found suitable jobs and would most likely be kicked out of their apartment by Old Tom, ending up homeless. Everything was heading in the worst possible direction.

However, at this moment, the younger brother saved a rich heiress and received just enough money to pay off his debts.

Hannah felt that their parents in heaven were protecting them.

She excitedly grabbed her brother's hand and spun around like a little girl.

And she was spinning around while crying.

Locke could only play the game of dancing with the teddy bear and doll with his sister, spinning around several times before finally pulling Hannah, who was about to faint, to sit down on the sofa.

"Let's pay off all our debts first."

Locke didn't want Hannah to continue carrying the burden of debt and living a tiring life every day.

But Hannah had a different idea.