Becoming a god by raising witches

However, as long as the candle doesn't go out, the shadows will continue to fly out, which has caused Boyd some trouble.

The shadow will attack his protective water sphere, damaging his armor and ultimately harming his physical body.

Boyd quickly chanted a spell, creating a water prison that imprisoned the shadowy figures around him.

At the same time, a stream seemed to flow from Boyd's feet, and the water had quietly spread to Locke's feet.

Without Locke's awareness, Boyd, made of water, appeared behind him.

Water-shaped Boyd launched an attack on Locke.

Locke instantly hid in the mirror world that had been set up beforehand. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He hadn't expected Boyd to be able to create clones using water. Oh no, these shouldn't be clones; they were using water to change his direction.

Realizing this, Locke leaped out of the mirror again, using his long hair to attack the water prison, releasing the imprisoned Shadow and allowing it to continue to restrain Boyd.

The stream beneath Boyd's feet climbed up to the ceiling, transforming into water-shaped bullets that pierced through the shadows, eventually extinguishing the shadow candle in Locke's hand.

Boyd's lips curled into a dejected smile. "We can use strange objects, but we can't rely on them too much."

Water droplet bullets swept in like a tidal wave. Locke wrapped his black hair around himself to block the dense attack. At the same time, he imitated the attack and sent out an imperceptible black thread that crawled along the ground to Boyd's side and wrapped around Boyd's foot.

The next second, Boyd was caught by a strand of hair.

Then his body turned into a puddle of water and fell to the ground.

Long hair art is completely countered by weirdos with water-based abilities.

Boyd reformed in another direction, the droplet transforming into a sharp blade that pierced Locke.

Locke's hair snagged on a nearby bookshelf, and using his excellent balance, he dodged the attack and climbed onto the shelf like a nimble spider.

The water blade flew towards Locke again, and Locke dodged it once more.

He kept changing his position, sometimes hanging upside down from the ceiling, sometimes lying on the shelf, and sometimes crawling on the ground, playing hide-and-seek with the water blade.

As he paced back and forth, he had already created a dense net of hair on the library floor.

Ever since Boyd mentioned spiders last time, Locke has consciously developed in that direction, which led to the creation of the Spider Web technique.

The water blade was eventually stopped by the "spider web" and cut into tiny droplets by the strands of hair.

Boyd nodded in satisfaction, seeing Locke's progress.

Just as Locke was feeling smug, he noticed that many small water droplets had gathered around him.

The water droplets quickly coalesced into a water prison, locking him firmly inside.

Locke would soon suffocate from lack of oxygen in the water dungeon, and his body began to struggle.

In this state, you can't even hide inside a mirror.

After Locke had drunk his fill of water, Boyd released him from the water prison.

Locke fell heavily to the ground, his whole body soaking wet.

Several bookshelves collapsed from the already chaotic library and landed on him.

The water in his abdomen was slapped out, but his body took several solid hits.

It's a sharp pain.

When Miss Ghost Tia appeared, the bookshelf was put back in its original position, and the damaged tables, books, and dirty floor around it were restored.

Locke suspects that Miss Ghost's ability is not cleaning, but rather remembering what a certain historical moment looked like and completely replicating it.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to restore even a bookshelf that you've damaged to its original condition.

Locke scrambled to his feet, looking disheveled.

"Thank you, Miss Tia."

Miss Ghost didn't say anything, but silently lifted her skirt again as she looked at Locke, her figure gradually disappearing.

She seemed to lack any extra emotions, and perhaps because she had been turned into a strange object, she always seemed to lack a human touch.

Yeah, she wasn't even human to begin with.

As Locke was thinking this, he saw Boyd tidying his clothes.

Boyd looked at Locke with a mournful face.

"I've heard that your cooking is delicious, but I haven't tried it yet."

"I'll make you a dish tonight."

Locke used an honorific title because Boyd's abilities were indeed worthy of respect.

Boyd nodded. "Please don't add tomatoes. It reminds me of my former partner, who was a nice guy who loved ketchup."

"Okay, I remember."

Locke nodded, deciding to go back and give Boyd some extra help.

Boyd wrote two bs on Locke's report card, hesitated for a moment, and then changed the bs to a.

The report card represents Locke's potential; if he passes with all A's, he can be promoted to a permanent position ahead of schedule.

Of course, he must get at least 6 A's, which means he must take at least 3 assessments.

"The next test will be in a month. I hope you can beat me then."

"I hope I don't lose too badly."

Locke said with a smile.

"Go change into some clean clothes. It's cold, and you're more likely to catch a cold."

Boyd waved his hand, saying, "I want to continue reading here."

"Will dinner be delivered here?"

Locke asked.

"If you'd like, I'd be more than happy to."

Boyd liked to stay in the library, where he could secretly look at photographs without being disturbed.

After saying goodbye to Boyd, Locke left the library and continued his training at the Fifth Sheriff's Court.

After spending a few days together, the range manager had become quite familiar with Locke.

Several veteran administrators were eager to serve Locke.

Locke could only chuckle to himself.

Sometimes being popular doesn't necessarily bring a good mood.

This time, Locke again chose a 200-meter target and fired 100 shots in one hour.

[Complete 1000 shots to advance from basic shooting to precision shooting.]

[Shooting Accuracy: You've mastered the knack of shooting accuracy; you can hit the bullseye within 200 meters.]

[Path to Advancement: 10000 shots to become a gun master.]

[Gunslinger: You have become a gunslinger, with perfect accuracy within 1000 meters.]

Locke's eyes lit up as he looked at Clans, the old administrator in charge of changing targets.

"Mr. Clans, could I have 10 more bullets?"

Clans smiled. "That's against the rules, Mr. Locke."

"Ok."

Locke was about to give up, but Clans, seemingly to repay Locke for never making him change targets, continued,

"But there are always exceptions. There aren't many people training at the range today, so I'll give you 10 more rounds."

"Thank you."

As Locke spoke, he saw the amused smile on Clans's face.

In his view, even if Locke were given 200 more bullets, he still wouldn't be able to hit a single target.

This perfectly illustrates what it means to be bad at the game but also loves to play.

Clans took the bullet, handed it to Locke, and sat down in an armchair to watch the show with great interest.

He hoped that everyone who came here to shoot targets every day would be as talentless as Locke, so that he could slack off at work, take leisurely vacations, and doze off while getting paid.

They could even talk to others over tea and after meals about how stupid the people with connections at the shooting range were, even less capable than him, Klans.

boom--

The bullet was fired and hit the bullseye of the target.

The 10th ring is right in the middle.

Clans jumped up from his armchair in an instant, unable to believe his eyes.

This person, who always misses the target, actually hit it! And hit the bullseye!

I must have fallen asleep and was dreaming, right?

He pinched his face and found it hurt a little.

Locke was in a good mood and went for a few more rounds.