Becoming a God by Raising a Witch

Erin held the Dream Heart pocket watch in her hand and glanced at Locke.

"Locke, if you trust me 100%, I can get more information."

"Okay, I'll try my best."

The last time I swapped bodies with Irene, I was able to stay awake in my dreams. I wonder if it will work this time.

What would happen if she found out that I was a time traveler?

She's not afraid of evil gods, so there shouldn't be much of a problem with time travellers.

She now has a 100% favorable impression of me.

Although Locke thought so, he still felt guilty.

He couldn't trust Eileen 100%. After all, Eileen was a witch.

After closing his eyes, Locke quickly fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw that he had become what he looked like when he was a child.

And Eileen stood beside him, watching him silently.

Chapter 155, Subconscious Underground Labyrinth

Locke was sitting in front of the TV watching cartoons. He was only the size of a 10-year-old child. When he suddenly saw Erin, he was obviously startled.

Erin looked at him suspiciously, could he see me? What I entered was obviously a real dream, he shouldn't be able to see me.

Locke also immediately realized that this was a dream, pointed at the dog behind Irene and yelled,

"Tom, you scared me. If you continue to be so elusive, I won't take you out for a walk today."

Erin turned around and saw a big black dog.

Even in real dreams, there is a chance that things that are inconsistent with reality will appear, such as this strange house decoration, a square box that lights up, and a strange breed of dog.

This may only mean that the dreamer has a rich imagination, but it does not mean that he has experienced these things.

Dreams are confusing, so Irene was not surprised by these strange things, but looked back at Locke,

"Bad acting. I know you have seen me. I can see through the color of your soul. Locke, you can stay awake in your dreams. This is really an enviable ability."

Locke still wanted to struggle, but ignored Irene's words, passed directly through Irene's body, and stroked the big black dog's head.

"Tom, you have to be obedient."

Erin narrowed her eyes, walked behind Locke, kicked Locke on the butt, kicked him out, and rolled around.

Locke hugged his butt, "Hey, who kicked me?"

"Keep acting."

Eileen said calmly, "If you don't cooperate, then I will leave."

"Okay, I was wrong, Xiao Ai. I don't know why. I can indeed see you. I just want to tease you."

Locke stood up and said.

Erin picked him up and said, "Please explain these strange things in your dream."

"You know Hannah has always thought that she is a believer in the Knowledge Sect, so she has also instilled a lot of strange thoughts into me. These are all my imagination."

Locke explained,

"This is a box that can play dramas, called a TV set. That one is a refrigerator that can store food and keep the ingredients fresh. There is a washing machine that can automatically replace the starching maid. This round thing on the ground can replace the chore maid. The sweeping robot that sweeps the floor, this dog’s name is Tom, and he is a pure Tibetan Mastiff.”

With Locke's introduction, Erin felt an eye-opening feeling.

"What a rich imagination. People from the Alchemy Church will very much welcome you to join."

"Thanks for the compliment, what should we do now?"

Locke asked.

"If you can stay awake in your dreams, then if we want to explore the real information in your dream world, we cannot follow the normal method and must enter the underground palace of the subconscious mind."

Erin said calmly.

"The underground palace of the subconscious? What is that?"

"Just like your previous experience when exploring Hannah's dream, go down layer by layer. First, find your room, find the passage from the room to the next level of consciousness, and then explore downward."

Erin explained.

"good."

Locke nodded slightly and took Erin to his room.

When Locke pushed open the room, all the modern decorations and furnishings disappeared, and it became the living room of Kosolk's West End-style apartment.

A simple but clean floor, scattered charcoal burning in the charcoal brazier, a blanket on the shabby sofa, and a white dove standing on the windowsill.

Hannah walked out of her room, holding a thick book, and looked at Locke with a smile,

"Locke, it's time for you to study. This is the book my sister found for you. I hope it will be helpful to you."

"Sister, where are your parents?"

Locke asked.

"Mom and dad are going to a performance and won't be back until very late."

Hannah said and sat on the sofa.

Hannah seemed unable to see Erin, she was only talking to Locke.

Locke knew that this was his body's own dream, not his own.

Why can Dream Star enter such a dream? Could it be that his soul overlapped with Locke's own soul? Or is it that he inherited Locke Belmont's own vague memory, which became clear in his dream?

Locke decided not to think about this problem for the time being, converged his divergent thoughts, and began to look for the entrance to the underground palace of his subconscious.

Hannah watched in confusion as Locke climbed up and down, rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

"Locke, what are you doing?"

"Sister, can we play hide and seek?"

Locke said.

"Such a childish game, my sister has stopped playing it a long time ago."

Hannah sat on the sofa reading a book, occasionally glancing at Locke, and finally sighed, "Okay, I'll play with you. I'll count to three, and you hide."

"Yeah."

Locke said, and ran into the bedroom on the left, and continued to look for the entrance.

According to Locke's current age, he and Hannah should live in the same bedroom, so the entrance to the subconscious underground palace is most likely in this bedroom.

Locke closed the door, locked it, and began a carpet search carefully.

Finally, he found a unique floor tile at the foot of the bed.

"Locke, I'm coming in, are you hiding?"

Hannah pushed open the locked door and walked in.

There was a huge black figure behind her, making a low sound like metal friction.

"Locke, I'm coming in. Are you hiding?"

Hannah didn't seem to notice it at all, but the fear instantly climbed into Locke's heart. Dense cold sweat appeared on his forehead. He had a premonition that something bad would happen if he was caught by this black monster.

"What is this?"

He asked Irene in a low voice.

"Dream monster, if a person's soul and body don't match, such a monster will appear in the dream, rejecting your consciousness to enter the body's consciousness. It's not strange to appear in you, but don't be caught by it, otherwise your consciousness may be imprisoned in the dream."

Irene explained.

No wonder I have an ominous premonition.

Locke muttered in his heart, and when the dream monster lowered his head and looked under the bed, he promptly uncovered the floor tiles, jumped down, and entered the next level of consciousness.

The dream monster stretched out a big black hand, but caught nothing.

Locke and Irene appeared in a room exactly the same as before, except that Locke's body changed from a ten-year-old child to a six or seven-year-old child.

"Locke, are you ready? Mom and Dad are taking us to the circus today, hurry up."

The girl Hannah pushed open the door and looked at Locke with a smile.

There was also a handsome young man and a beautiful young woman behind Hannah.

These two people were Bard Bemon, the Black Rose Knight of the Church of Knowledge, and his companion Joan Mancini. They pretended to be a couple, but they were actually the guardians of the experimental subjects.

Locke had never seen their faces clearly in Hannah's dream before, but he didn't expect to see them clearly in his own dream.

Bard Bemon was tall, with deep facial features, a pair of dark blue eagle eyes, wearing a half-high silk hat and a black tuxedo. There was nothing wrong with his appearance and appearance. No wonder there were always so many women willing to come to him in his diary.

Joan Mancini had dazzling blonde hair, a beautiful face, and a warm smile.

But her facial features are nothing like Hannah.

"My little gentleman, come on."

Joan Mancini waved at Locke.

Locke found that he was also wearing an exquisite tuxedo, and it could be seen that their family was not poor when they were young.

He looked back at Irene.

"Find an excuse to reject them."

Irene said.

"But I still want to know more about Joan Mancini and Bud Bemon."

"This is just a shallow subconscious, there are not so many effective clues."

Irene reminded.

"Okay."

Locke nodded and said to Hannah, Bud Bemon, and Joan Mancini,

"I suddenly felt uncomfortable in my stomach today, Dad and Mom, you take my sister, I will rest at home."

"That's it, Locke, are you okay?"

Joan Mancini said with concern.

Locke shook his head, "I think I just need to squat in the bathroom a few more times, Dad and Mom, Hannah, you go, don't worry about me."

"How can this be, why don't we take you to see a doctor."

Hannah suggested.

"It's a lame excuse. Tell them you're afraid of tigers in the circus and don't want to go."

Irene said.

"Actually, it's because I'm afraid of tigers in the circus and I don't want to go to the circus."

Locke lowered his head and said embarrassedly.

Joan Mancini and Bud Bemon looked at each other and laughed.

"So that's the case. Well, Locke, you stay at home and we take Hannah with you."

"Locke is so timid."

Hannah also laughed.

The two took Hannah out, Locke breathed a sigh of relief and continued to look for the way to the lower level.

"I found you."

A low and harsh sound like metal friction suddenly sounded, and a black shadow monster appeared behind Locke.

Oh no, why did he follow?

Or are there dream monsters in this layer of subconsciousness?