Becoming a God by Raising a Witch

From Raising Witches to Becoming a God

Author: Eryupi

Introduction:

Traveling through the mysterious world, Locke binds to the witch feeding system. Based on folk legends, neighborhood gossip, and various tabloids and magazines, he explores 54 times to find the legendary witch. It turns out that those are all rumors and he is a fool.

[Just when he was about to give up looking for the witch, he accidentally saw a recruitment advertisement...]

This book is also known as "I, the Witch Breeder", "I Really Don't Want to Become an Evil God", "I Became a God and Was Surrounded by Witches"

Chapter 1, Witch Feeding System

The morning light broke through the gray clouds and sprinkled on the streets of Kosork. Among the rows of Gothic-style buildings, countless gray-white shadows emerged.

The boy with black hair and brown eyes, wearing a linen texture, a gray vest and a yellowed shirt, thin but handsome, was one of these shadows. Like other Kosor citizens who got up early and worked late, the boy began to arrive in this world for the 22nd time - looking for a job.

Not far away, two sheriffs were cleaning up the bodies of homeless people while cursing.

Every winter, there are countless homeless people who freeze to death on the streets of Kosork.

When the boy first saw them, he felt nauseous and retched, but now he is used to it.

He lowered his head silently, pulled a scarf made of thick wool, covered his mouth and nose, and passed by the sheriffs in bright uniforms, trying not to attract their attention.

The sheriffs in this neighborhood have a common problem. When they see people in tattered clothes, they will regard you as a thief. The boy came in a hurry, and a beggar tore his only vest that looked decent when he was begging.

After the cracks appeared on the clothes, even if the appearance was handsome, they would be harassed by these sheriffs.

Fortunately, they were busy dealing with the bodies and ignored the boy.

The boy passed smoothly and entered another dim alley.

The alley was filled with a complex smell mixed with excrement and rotting corpses. It should be the wind that blew the smell of the homeless into the narrow alley.

"Help! Help!"

The woman's scream reached the boy's ears.

Deep in the alley, a blonde woman in a linen dress was being bullied by two burly men.

She was in tattered clothes, crying out loud, desperately reaching out her hand, asking the boy for help,

"Help me, young gentleman."

However, the boy numbly passed by them and did nothing.

When the boy walked about 10 meters away, the two men let go of his hand.

The blonde woman in the linen dress pulled her clothes and spat,

"Damn, another bastard without sympathy."

"Don't think about it, look at his vest, it's a poor guy from Mar Street."

Things like this happen every day in Kosork. They are a professional fraud gang.

Women are responsible for playing victims, and men are responsible for playing criminals. As long as they catch a fat sheep, they will take advantage of the fat sheep's sympathy and lie that the woman owes them a lot of money to ask the fat sheep to pay.

The boy was already familiar with their routines and sneered at their behavior. It was these scammers who made those women who really needed help lose the opportunity to seek help.

Finally, the boy came to Rhine Apartment.

A six-story old Gothic building, with a one-eyed crow still on the roof.

He took out the newspaper in his arms, carefully compared it, and found that it was exactly the same as the photo. He nodded with certainty and stepped into the corridor with trepidation.

Locke had been in this world for three years. Not only did he not get a large inheritance from his parents, but he also shouldered the huge debts they left behind and depended on his sister Hannah for life.

If Hannah had not had a decent job as a journalist, Locke might not even be able to go to secondary vocational school.

Relying on his sister's relationship, he read a lot of newspapers and magazines in this world, but he still couldn't leave an A grade in secondary vocational school, and was admitted to a higher education institution. After graduation, he became a vagrant.

And became an unreliable young man who "did not work properly and searched for witches all over the world" in the eyes of neighbors.

Of course, this can't be blamed entirely on Locke, as no one knew that he had awakened the witch feeding system.

Locke was looking forward to changing his fate with his superpowers, but he was soon slapped in the face by reality.

He had visited 54 places based on folk tales, neighborhood gossip, and various tabloids and magazines, looking for the legendary witch, but it turned out that those were all rumors and he was a fool.

Mrs. Sader, who claimed to be a 300-year-old witch, was actually a mental patient.

Miss Jenny, who claimed to be the follower of the evil god and the witch of desire, was actually a streetwalker.

Mr. Hamley, who claimed to be a cross-dressing witch, was actually a male with a transvestite.

Such incidents, when told by a teenager, could make all his peers willingly pay for him to drink a glass of rum out of their own pockets, but they could not solve the debts left by his parents or the water bills of the apartment.

A month ago, the newspaper laid off employees, and Hannah, who had always worked hard, unexpectedly appeared on the list, which made Locke see the reality completely.

He began to give up unrealistic fantasies, gave up looking for witches and supernatural powers that were unlikely to exist, and started looking for a job down to earth and hard.

He used to be a food blogger with rich cooking experience, and even family meals could make Hannah rave about them.

With Hannah's encouragement, he began to look for jobs related to chefs.

Unfortunately, the 21 rejections before frustrated his confidence.

Even so, he still had to keep looking for a job.

At the door of the second-floor apartment, a group of gray shadows lined up in a long line, filling the aisle.

There were so many people who wanted to work, more than the boy had imagined, just like the interviews he had done at Fortune 500 companies in his previous life.

He was now starving, with only a piece of black bread left in his arms, and he just hoped that this interview would not be messed up.

Locke's interview did not take too long.

Because the people in front of him did not seem to meet the requirements, they were forced to come here for interviews by life, and they did not know how to cook at all.

In fact, if it was not a family with good conditions, basically few people knew how to cook. This society was not yet an era of popularization of knowledge, and big capitalists, big businessmen, and new and old aristocrats monopolized knowledge and culture.

This was also the reason why Locke had been rejected many times before. No one believed that a boy who was dressed cheaply and had no chef's diploma could cook.

"Next."

Locke walked in and sat upright on the interview chair.

In front of him was a girl with a stunning appearance.

Red lips, white teeth, fair skin, delicate features, and sapphire-like eyes flashing with cunning light.

She wore a black waist-length dress, her long silver hair fell like a waterfall, and her every move had a noble temperament that was incompatible with the people around her.

Judging from her age, she was only sixteen years old at most.

This was slightly different from what Locke had imagined. He originally thought that his interviewer would be a middle-aged woman from the Family Work Association.

They are responsible for hiring family chefs, housekeepers, maids, tutors and other positions for the rich, and they take a commission from them.

The girl in front of him, just looking at her clothes, did not look like a member of the Family Work Association.

Surprisingly, Locke's system panel, which had not responded for three years, miraculously bounced out and blocked between him and the beautiful girl. The light blue screen was particularly eye-catching.

Fortunately, only he could see it.

[Ding! Witch information detected: Irene Mostia]

[Feeding successfully can randomly obtain a superpower of the witch]

[Detected that only one piece of black bread is left on the host]

[Feeding success rate 0.01%]

Witch!!!

There are really witches in this world!!!

Locke's mood suddenly became very excited.

Fate really loves to play a joke on him. Just when he had given up looking for the witch, the witch suddenly appeared.

"Can you cook?"

Witch Miss Irene asked expressionlessly.

"Yes."

Locke's Adam's apple rolled, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and added,

"I can make unique and unique dishes, Miss Irene, please let me try."

The black bread in his arms is hopeless, with a success rate of 0.01%. Taking it out may even reduce Miss Witch's favorability towards him.

If he can make a meal and let her eat it, it must be considered a successful feeding, right?

Irene was not surprised that the boy knew her name. She left her name when she published the recruitment information in the newspaper.

"The rest of you don't need to be interviewed. You, come with me to the kitchen."

Erin stood up and raised her head proudly. She was only 1.6 meters tall, but she had the momentum of 2.8 meters.

Locke found that the silver-haired witch lady was not only outstanding in appearance, but also in figure.

Full breasts, slender waist, and white feet without shoes.

That's right, she was not wearing shoes. There was no charcoal fire and fireplace in the room, nor was there floor heating. She was not wearing shoes.

Although I don't know why the witch lady didn't reject people like me who didn't have a chef diploma like other restaurants and families, and directly let him pass the first test and enter the second test.

But Locke must cherish this opportunity, the opportunity to change his fate! ! !

The people outside the door left in disappointment, not knowing which lucky person was selected. They had no time to complain. They had to hurry to the next interview address, or a relief center, to find the next meal to fill their stomachs.

Locke walked into the kitchen and saw a kitchen that was three times the size of his rental apartment, as well as various exquisite kitchen utensils.

Even if Irene is not a witch, she is definitely a rich woman.

There are all kinds of fresh ingredients on the shelf, including lamb, fresh beef, chicken, potatoes, peas, onions, tomatoes, etc., and the seasonings are also very rich, including pepper, cloves, cinnamon, and even unpopular chili peppers!

Locke took a deep breath and planned to show his unique skills, and he must surprise the witch lady in front of him!

"Dear Miss Irene, can I play freely?"

Locke asked tentatively.

Irene nodded, "Yes."

"Thank you for your generosity."

There is only one chance in front of you, and you must not mess it up.

Looking at the witch lady's clothes, you know that her daily diet will never be bad. Western food such as steak and lamb chops must be commonplace.

The best way to win her favor is to make food she has never eaten before. The freshness can not only increase her appetite, but also improve her evaluation of the food, just like the first time I ate seafood.

Locke decided to make oriental cuisine, relying on his skills from his previous life to conquer the witch lady in front of him. Of course, he also had to make appropriate improvements based on the local flavor, as not everyone could accept the original flavor.

Looking at the chicken on the shelf and the peppers that he hadn't seen for many years, Locke felt excited.

Spicy chicken, it's your turn! Although it's a bit risky, he believes in Hannah.

He once made a simplified and improved version of spicy chicken for Hannah to taste, which received very high praise.

Locke washed the stains on his hands first, looked at the ingredients quietly for 10 seconds, and then his eyes became serious.

He washed the chicken, picked up the kitchen knife, carefully cut the chicken into dices, and gently put it into the bowl. He treated this precious ingredient without any carelessness, then seasoned it with salt and cooking wine, and then put it into the oil pan to fry it.

Put the pot on the fire, and when it is 70% hot, pour in the chicken cubes and cook them, then drain them for later use.

Leave the bottom oil in the pot until hot, add the chili sauce and stir-fry until brown, add the pepper and stir-fry until fragrant, pour in the chicken, add the cooking wine, stir well, add salt, MSG, pepper, sugar, vinegar, and stir-fry the chicken cubes until they are soft.

In order to make the taste sweeter, the proportion of sugar will be increased to twice, which not only reduces the spiciness, but also suits the taste of Westerners.

When the juice is dry, add the onion and stir well before serving.

The whole process went smoothly, as if he had rehearsed it countless times in his mind, and there was no mistake in the details.

Locke seemed to be taking the most rigorous civil servant examination, and he did every step to the extreme.

As a drop of sweat gently slid down his forehead, the cooking was just finished.

He picked up the silver fork next to him, took a piece of diced chicken and put it in his mouth, tasting the taste carefully. It tasted better than the simple spicy chicken he made for Hannah last time.

The spiciness was light, the fragrance was rich, the taste was soft and glutinous, and the color was golden.