Becoming a god by raising witches

Upon hearing that another person had been murdered, Levy Bilal was extremely tense; she gripped Locke's hand tightly.

"No, don't go, I'm scared."

"Levy, if you're scared, take off your red dancing shoes. I have to get to the chief right now."

Locke said with difficulty.

Levy Bilal looked at her ballet shoes and hesitated.

"But these shoes really bring me luck. It's because I wear them that I can dance beautifully."

“No, Levy, you are excellent in yourself, and it has nothing to do with these shoes. Even without them, you can still dance the most beautiful dances. Have you forgotten how you practice day and night? You are a veteran ballet dancer with 12 years of experience.”

"Locke, do you really think so?"

"Of course, I've always been a fan of your dance, and I always will be."

Locke looked into Levy Bilal's pupils.

Levy Bilal stared at him for 15 seconds, her cheeks slightly flushed.

She suddenly felt a flutter in her heart.

Perhaps it was because Locke was simply too captivating.

"Then I'll take it off."

Levy Bilal bent down and tried to take off her shoes.

Locke stared intently at her.

Is it going to succeed?

However, the next second.

Levy Bilal suddenly thought of something extremely terrible; she withdrew her hand and shook her head.

"No, no, I can't take it off. Without it, I'm nothing. I'll still be shrouded in filthy lust. I need to use my body to please one superior after another, begging them to give me a chance, to give me a role. I don't want to live that kind of life anymore."

In Levy Bilal's out-of-control emotions, the dream collapses.

Locke was excluded from her dream world.

Locke opened his eyes again and returned to the real world.

He was covered in sweat and gasping for air, like someone who had just drowned and was having difficulty breathing.

"Are you okay?"

Boyd served him a cup of hot tea.

Locke took the tea, drank it all in one gulp, wiped his mouth, and slowly shook his head.

"Failed."

"It's alright. As long as we have the Heart of Dreams, we can try again. What was the reason for this failure?"

“Miss Levy Bilal seems to have experienced something terrible in the past, which has led her to become overly dependent on the red shoes.”

Locke said.

"This is an illusion created by the red shoes. We have investigated and found that Levy Bilal's private life is very simple, even very restrained. She has no boyfriend and has not had any relationships with any admirers."

Boyd said.

"If that's the case, then it's quite different from what I've seen in the dream world."

Locke recalled his two previous vivid dreams, in which Levy Bilal seemed to be interacting intimately with her admirer.

"Even if it is a real dream, it is not necessarily something that actually happened. It may be a reflection of her true inner desires that cannot be satisfied in reality, but are fulfilled in dreams."

Boyd analyzed.

Locke nodded slightly.

"Okay, I'll try again."

"There's no need to rush. Frequently entering other people's dreams is very mentally taxing. You need to rest."

Boyd patted Locke on the shoulder.

Locke shook his head. "No, I want to resolve this as soon as possible."

"Alright, in that case, let's do it again."

Under Boyd's guidance, Locke once again entered Levy Bilal's dream world.

Locke and Levy Billar lay on the same large bed.

This time, Locke plays her lover.

Levy Bilal sat up, stretched, put on her pajamas, and smiled at Locke.

"Locke, you were amazing last night. You're the best man I've ever met."

"Thank you, you are the most outstanding woman I have ever met."

Locke praised it.

Levy Bilal reached out and wrapped her arms around Locke's neck. "I want more, what should I do?"

Locke's forehead was sweating. Sure enough, this seemingly innocent lady actually longed to be loved.

"Of course I will grant your request, but before that, I have a gift for you."

Locke took out an exquisite gift box, opened it, and inside was a pair of crystal shoes completely studded with diamonds.

Any woman would be captivated by this style of crystal shoes.

"My Cinderella, will you wear these shoes and be my bride?"

Locke asked.

Levy Bilal was deeply moved, her eyes slightly reddening. She nodded, "I... I do."

"Then let me help you put it on."

Locke reached out, intending to take off the red dancing shoes that Levy Bilal always wore and put on the glass slippers instead.

"You should take it off yourself; I'm afraid I'll hurt you."

"Oh, Locke, you are so gentle."

Levy Bilal smiled and bent down, intending to take off her red dancing shoes herself.

The moment her hands touched the red dancing shoes, they bounced back as if burned.

"I... I can't take it off."

"why?"

Locke asked, puzzled.

“Locke, I can’t marry you. I want to become the best ballerina. How can I fall in love? You’re probably only interested in me for a short time. You can’t be with me forever. I can’t give up my dream for you.”

Levy Bilal pushed Locke away, pushing him out of the dream world once again.

"Do you want to continue?"

Boyd looked at Locke, whose face had turned pale.

Locke nodded. "Continue."

"You have a very strong will, and I believe you can succeed."

Boyd exclaimed.

Locke enters Levy Bilal's dream. This time, Levy Bilal has just finished a performance, and the audience is applauding enthusiastically. She is thoroughly enjoying the moment.

As Levy Bilal stepped off the stage, Locke led two groups of people in a royal carriage drawn by six horses to greet her.

“Miss Levy, the Queen has confirmed that you are her long-lost sister. Please come with us back to the palace.”

Locke, dressed in a tailcoat, rode a white horse like a handsome prince.

"Me? I'm a princess?"

"Levy Bilal said in disbelief."

"Yes, you are Princess. Please allow me to take you back to the palace. Her Majesty the Queen is eager to see you."

Locke said with a smile.

Amidst the envious gazes of everyone, Levy Bilal boarded a luxurious carriage drawn by six horses.

The whole city was in a frenzy, celebrating the princess's return.

They were cheering and chanting Rebi Bilal's name.

Levy Bilal couldn't believe her eyes. "Am I dreaming?"

“Princess Levy, you are a princess, there’s no doubt about it.”

Locke said from the side.

Levy Bilal entered the magnificent palace and met the mysterious queen.

Since neither Locke nor Levy Bilar had ever seen the real Queen, the Queen's face appeared to be pixelated, but this did not prevent the people in the dream from feeling that it was real.