Becoming a god by raising witches

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Eileen said calmly, "I am not your master, he is."

“You are his master, so you are my master. Tell me what you need.”

Alice hoped to win the witch's favor as soon as possible so that her days in this house would be easier in the future.

Locke had no interest in guessing her thoughts and went straight up to the attic.

He picked up the Dream Heart, shaped like a silver pocket watch, looked at the time, and listened intently to Hannah's movements.

At this moment, Hannah, who was in the room, had changed into her pajamas and was lying on the bed.

"Locke doesn't seem to be in a good mood today, and he smells of alcohol. Maybe something went wrong at work. Why didn't he tell me? I could try to talk him out. There's really no need for him to drink alone. Oh well, he must have his reasons for not telling me. Sigh, my brother has grown up and has his own secrets now. It really worries his older sister."

"Could Locke and Miss Rococo be in that kind of relationship? They're always together, and they often whisper to each other. I'm really worried."

“Rebecca and Alice are also a concern. What if the neighbors find out their identities? Will they make a fuss and send them to the gallows?”

Hannah muttered to herself, tossing and turning in bed, and finally fell asleep half an hour later.

Among Hannah's many worries, not one was that she was afraid of being harmed by demons, vampires, or witches.

This is indeed very unusual for ordinary people.

Locke frowned slightly, and only after hearing Hannah fall into a deep sleep and breathe steadily did he use the Heart of Dreams to enter Hannah's dream.

In a cozy room, a little girl with brown hair and blue eyes is lying on the bed, while a woman with black hair and an indistinct face gently reads her a bedtime story.

"Hannah, it's time for you to go to sleep."

"Mom, no, I want to hear one more."

Locke looked around at the layout. This was clearly not Old John's apartment, which meant that Hannah had spent her childhood somewhere else.

Is this dark-haired woman his mother? Is it Joan Mancini, Bud Bemon's wife?

Why can't I see the facial features clearly?

"Hannah, Mommy is pregnant now and needs to rest early. Don't you want to see your little brother?"

"Mom, Mom, I want to see my little brother. Mom, why are you so sure it's a little brother and not a little sister?"

"This is my mother's intuition, and my mother's intuition is never wrong."

"Mom is the legendary prophet, Mom is so amazing."

Hannah lifted her small face and looked at the dark-haired woman.

The dark-haired woman patted her head. "Good girl, Hannah, go to sleep."

"Yes, don't disturb Mom's rest. Mom will give birth to a healthy little brother for you."

A man with short brown hair, wearing a tailcoat and a top silk hat, and of imposing stature, but whose face was equally indistinct, appeared. He lowered his hat, took off his coat, entered Hannah's room, and gave her a warm hug.

"Our little princess, look what I brought you!"

"Wow, it's a bunny doll! I love bunny dolls the most!"

Hannah jumped up excitedly.

She finally fell asleep after being comforted by her parents.

Locke judged that this was Hannah's shallow dream.

After Hannah fell asleep, he followed his parents out of the room.

Bud Bemon and his wife Joan Mancini snuggled on the sofa, chatting about everyday things with their neighbors, just like any other normal couple.

And their family doesn't appear to be poor; at least they are middle class.

After the two went to sleep, Locke began to examine the house himself.

Two bedrooms, a bathroom, a study, and a storage room filled with various magic props, befitting Bud Bemon's identity.

Locke eventually returned to Hannah's room.

He noticed that one of the floor tiles in Hannah's room was a slightly darker color. He crouched down and fumbled around for a while, and surprisingly, he was able to open it. It was a passageway to the next floor.

Locke followed the passage to the second floor of the house.

It was the exact same space as the room on the previous floor, as if we had returned to the first floor. However, Hannah on the bed had clearly grown up, and there was now a little boy with black hair and brown eyes.

Locke believed that the little boy was himself.

There was still a unique floorboard in the room, and Locke found the passage to the next floor again and went down.

It was still Hannah's room, but the plush toys had been replaced by books. Hannah had begun to love reading and, under her mother's influence, joined the Knowledge Cult.

Little Locke also developed a love for reading.

The Bemon family lived a very happy life.

Locke did not notice anything unusual about the dream, but he still found the entrance to the next floor in the room.

Could Hannah's dream be a record of her life? Does this mean that through this dream, she might be able to see why Bud Bemon and his wife Joan Mancini left, and why they kidnapped so many children?

As things stand, the couple seems to be doing quite well.

Locke went up to the next floor, and the room transformed into Old John's apartment. Hannah, now grown up, gently stroked her younger brother's head.

“Locke, don’t worry, we’re just moving here temporarily. When Mom and Dad come back, they’ll take us back. They’ve just gone on tour, they won’t abandon us.”

Locke frowned slightly and continued to the next level.

Hannah buried her face in the blankets and cried, "Waaaaah, waaaah, Mom and Dad, why did you abandon us and leave us with debt? What are Locke and I going to do? What are we going to do?"

Continue to the next level.

Young Locke lay on the bed, his face pale. Hannah took good care of him by the bedside. "Locke, you will get better. You are all I have left. You must, you really must get better."

This is still Hannah's shallow dream.

Locke looked at the entrance, hesitating whether to continue inside.

But having no other options at the moment, he decided to move forward and step onto the next floor.

It was still Hannah's room, seemingly a return from Old John's apartment to Hannah's childhood room, but the toys were scattered haphazardly on the floor, and Hannah's favorite rabbit doll was torn in half, its head pulled off and thrown on the ground.

The room was empty, but there was arguing outside.

The voices are those of Bud Bemon and his wife, Joan Mancini.

Locke opened the door a crack to see what they were doing.

Joan Mancini said angrily,

"Joanne! How could you do this? Did you even consider Hannah's future?"

“Bard, this is Hannah’s destiny, this is God’s guidance, you should not refuse it.”

Wearing a strange robe, Joan Mancini looked like a witch or sorceress.

Her face remains blurred; "Hannah's body is the perfect vessel to hold Him."

What does that mean? Him? Who is He?

Divine guidance? The wisdom god of the knowledge sect?

How could the goddess of wisdom need a vessel? Impossible. Joan Mancini did not worship a goddess of knowledge and wisdom; true gods do not need vessels.

Locke was horrified as he thought about it, and then he felt as if another head had appeared on his head.

It was a little girl with brown hair and blue eyes, named Hannah, who was only 3 years old.

She floated in mid-air, her hands resting on Locke's shoulders.

Locke's hair stood on end.

Entering the dream world using the Heart of Dreams can have two states. In the real dream, one can exist as a ghost, possessing not only God's vision but also being completely invisible and untouchable by others.

A false dream is a dream created by the person who holds the Heart of Dreams. In such a dream, the holder is usually given a certain identity. For example, in Miss Levy Bilal's dream, Locke becomes people with various identities. In that case, other people can contact him.

Locke clearly remembers entering Hannah's real dream.

Therefore, in theory, the people here cannot see themselves, let alone come into contact with themselves.

So, how did this "Hannah" manage to do it?

She—no, He is not Hannah.

Is He an evil god?! Or some other unknown entity?!

“You are not Locke Bemon.”

The little girl grinned, revealing a sinister smile.

At the same time, Locke used the Heart of Dreams to exit the dream.

He sat up in bed, his back soaked with cold sweat.

What's sealed within Hannah isn't her evil side, but an evil god?!

Impossible. How could an ordinary person's body possibly contain an evil god?

Moreover, there was no trace of contamination on myself.