Becoming a god by raising witches

Five seconds later, Locke's body slumped heavily onto the sofa.

Boyd covered him with a blanket, made him a cup of hot tea, and sat down beside him to read quietly.

Locke's consciousness entered another space, Levy Bilal's dream.

Locke returned to the bustling Rose Theatre.

Rebecca Bilal was resting in the actors' common room. As a relatively unknown ballet dancer, Rebecca Bilal had her own admirers due to her outstanding appearance.

Flowers, greeting cards, and small gifts would occasionally appear on her seat.

Therefore, Levy Bilal was somewhat surprised to see the shoebox on the table.

Few people gave her ballet shoes, which were far more valuable than flowers and trinkets.

Levy Bilal glanced at the note on the shoebox.

The note read, "May your dance never stop."

Levy Bilal opened the box and saw a pair of red ballet shoes.

Its appearance is very ordinary, no different from ordinary ballet shoes, except that the color is too bright.

"Levy, who sent you this gift?"

Another red-haired actress sitting next to Levy Bilal asked with a smile.

"Logan, Kempf, Hefferen, no one else will probably give me a gift."

"That's what Levy Bilal said."

This is consistent with the findings of Sieg's investigation, who also suspected that these three people gave Levy Bilal the red dancing shoes.

Locke narrowed his eyes and continued to watch Levy Bilal's dream from a god-like perspective.

“It couldn’t be Logan’s. His family sells jewelry. He wouldn’t bother to buy any gifts other than cheap jewelry.”

The red-haired actress next to Levy Bilal said with a smile as she removed her earring.

“You’re right, it couldn’t be Logan.”

Levy Bilal nodded and took the red dancing shoes out of the shoebox.

"It looks a bit small, I don't know if I can wear it."

"You'll know if you try it."

The red-haired actress said.

Levy Bilal picked up the ballet shoes and put them on.

The dance shoes fit surprisingly well.

Levy Bilal walked around in it and felt light and comfortable, which made her want to dance.

Everyone in the lounge watched Levy Bilal dance.

In her immersive performance, everyone else seemed to become the audience.

As the Swan Dance ended, thunderous applause erupted in the common room.

"My God, Levy, you dance so well."

"Yes, that spinning move you did just now was so good, it felt like you even surpassed the chief."

"Levy, you have to perform for the captain again. You can't be a supporting role anymore. You have to fight for the lead role."

The Rose Theatre has three types of lounges. The lounges with names are reserved for famous stars and are considered first-class lounges. The second-class lounges are for veteran actors who have worked at the Rose Theatre for many years, were once famous, and are now in decline. Their lounges have no names, only numbers. Finally, there is the common lounge for unknown extras.

So the 20-plus women in this lounge are all supporting characters, just like Rebecca.

When they saw Rebby's sudden display of amazing talent, they felt no jealousy, but rather genuine joy, as if their own strengths had been discovered.

The dream ended amidst their chatter.

Locke exited the dream.

He opened his eyes and saw Boyd drinking tea.

"How about it?"

Boyd asked.

"Levy Bilal suspects it was sent by Kempf or Hefferen."

Locke said, "But I haven't seen those two people yet, so I can't be sure for now."

"Then do it again."

Boyd said.

Locke nodded, grasped the Heart of Dreams, and silently said again, "Let me enter Levy Bilal's true dream."

After three repetitions, Locke fell into a deep sleep.

His consciousness re-entered Levy Bilal's dream.

This time, Levy Bilal is on a date with a well-dressed middle-aged gentleman.

The man had short brown hair, green eyes, a high, hooked nose, and a tall stature.

He took Levy Bilal on a horseback ride.

The two rode on horseback into the dense forest.

"Kempf, why did you bring me here?"

"Levy Bilal asked."

"The air here is fresh, perfect for a date with a lady like you."

Kempf dismounted, reached out, took Levy Bilal's hand, and lifted her down as well.

"Levy Bilal, be my mistress."

Kempf leaned down and kissed Levy Bilal, but Levy Bilal pushed him away.

What can you bring me?

"I'll make you the star of the Rose Theatre."

"You simply can't lie."

"Levy Bilal, at least I can get you one or two notable roles, so you don't have to keep playing minor parts."

Kempf pinned Levy Bilal to the grass, wanting to explore further.

Levy Bilal's cheeks were flushed and her breathing was rapid as she let his stubble prick her neck.

A moment later, Kempf began to take off Lebby Bilal's shoes.

Levy Bilal suddenly shoved Kempf away, looking at him warily.

"What...what are you doing?"

"These dance shoes are in the way. Take them off. I love looking at your small, delicate feet, and I love the feeling of them stepping on me."

Kempf said.

"Didn't you give this to me?"

"No, of course not. Why would I choose red? White suits you better, my sweetheart."

Kempf reached out to pull Levy Bilal back, but was refused.

Levy Bilal ran away; she didn't want any more physical contact with Kempf, she just wanted to get back on stage and dance.

The dream vanished again, and Locke slowly opened his eyes.

"How about it?"

Boyd asked.

Locke shook his head and chose to enter Levy Bilal's dream world for the third time.

This time, Locke saw the second suspect, Hefferen.

Lebby Bilal hid in the crowd, quietly watching Hefren and his wife watch the performance together.

She didn't appear until Herfren's wife went to the bathroom, and pulled Herfren away.

The two walked to the empty dressing room backstage.

“Levy, didn’t I tell you you can’t see me alone? My wife will find out.”

"Why did you give me these shoes? These magical shoes scare me; they seem to be controlling me, making me want to dance."

"Levy Bilal said nervously."

Hefren paused, "Levy, I don't know what you're talking about, but I've never given you any shoes, let alone any magic. Have you been through something?"

"You didn't send it?"

Levy Bilal gripped Herfren's hand tightly.

Hefferen nodded. "It wasn't from me. My wife has been suspicious of me lately, how could I dare to give you a gift?"

Hefferen shook off Levy Bilal's hand and hurried away.