Becoming a god by raising witches

Eileen held the Dream Heart pocket watch in her hand, glanced at Locke,

“Locke, if you trust me completely, I can obtain more information.”

"Okay, I'll try my best."

Last time I swapped bodies with Eileen, I was able to stay awake in the dream. I wonder if it will work this time.

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

She's not afraid of evil gods, so she shouldn't have much of a problem with time travelers, right?

She likes me 100% right now.

Despite thinking this way, Locke still felt somewhat guilty.

He couldn't fully trust Eileen, after all, Eileen was a witch.

Locke fell asleep quickly after closing his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw that he had become the same as when he was a child.

Eileen stood beside him, silently watching him.

Chapter 155, The 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 Eileen, he was clearly startled.

Eileen looked at him suspiciously. Could he see me? I was clearly in a real dream; he shouldn't be able to see me.

Locke immediately realized this was a dream and pointed at the dog behind Eileen, yelling.

"Tom, you startled me. If you keep appearing and disappearing like this, I'm not taking you out for a walk today."

Eileen turned around and saw a big black dog.

Even in real dreams, there is a chance that things will appear that do not match reality, such as this strange house decoration, a light-up square box, and a dog of a strange breed.

This may only mean that the person who dreams has a rich imagination, and does not necessarily mean that they have actually experienced these things.

Dreams are deceptive, so Eileen wasn't surprised by these strange things. Instead, she turned to look at Locke.

“Clumsy acting. I know you’ve seen me. I can see through the color of your soul, Locke. It’s an enviable ability that you can stay awake even in your dreams.”

Locke tried to struggle a bit more, ignoring Eileen's words, and his body passed right through her. He then stroked the black dog's head.

"Tom, you have to be a good boy."

Eileen narrowed her eyes, walked behind Locke, and kicked him in the butt, sending him flying and rolling over.

Locke clutched his backside. "Ouch! Who kicked me?"

"Keep acting."

Eileen said calmly, "If you don't cooperate, then I'm leaving."

"Okay, I was wrong, Xiao Ai. I don't know why, but I could definitely see you. I just wanted to tease you."

Locke stood up and said.

Eileen grabbed him and lifted him up. "Please explain these strange things in your dream."

"You know, Hannah always thought she was a follower of the Knowledge Cult, so she instilled a lot of strange ideas in me, all of which I imagined."

Locke explained,

"This is a box that can play plays, called a television. That's a refrigerator that can store food and keep it fresh. Over there is a washing machine that can automatically replace the laundry maid. This round thing on the floor is a robot vacuum cleaner that can replace the chores maid. This dog is called Tom, and he's a purebred Tibetan Mastiff."

As Locke explained, Eileen felt her eyes were opened.

"What a vivid imagination! The Alchemy Church would be very happy to have you join them."

"Thank you for the compliment. What should we do now?"

Locke asked.

"If you can remain conscious in your dreams, then if we want to explore the true information in your dream world, we cannot do it in the usual way; we must go into the underground palace of the subconscious."

"Eileen said calmly."

"A subconscious underground palace? What's that?"

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

Eileen explained.

"it is good."

Locke nodded slightly and led Eileen to his room.

When Locke pushed open the door, all the modern decor and furnishings disappeared, replaced by the living room of a Kosorsk West-style apartment.

The floor was simple but clean, charcoal was burning sporadically in the brazier, a blanket was on the worn sofa, and a white dove stood on the windowsill.

Hannah came out of her room, carrying thick books, and smiled at Locke.

"Locke, you should start studying. This is a book your sister found for you; hopefully it will be helpful."

"Sister, where are Mom and Dad?"

Locke asked.

"Mom and Dad went to perform and won't be back until very late."

Hannah said as she sat down on the sofa.

Hannah seemed not to see Eileen; she was only focused on talking to Locke.

Locke knew that this was a dream of his own body, and did not belong to him.

Why is Dream Star able to enter such a dream? Could it be that his soul overlapped with Locke's own? Or is it that he inherited Locke Bemon's vague memories, which became clearer in the dream?

Locke decided to put the problem aside for the time being, gather his scattered thoughts, and begin searching for the entrance to the underground palace of the subconscious.

Hannah watched in bewilderment as Locke climbed up and down, rummaging through drawers and cupboards.

"Locke, what are you doing?"

"Sister, shall we play hide-and-seek?"

Locke said.

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

Hannah sat on the sofa reading a book, occasionally stealing a glance at Locke, and finally sighed, "Alright, I'll play along. I'll count to three, and you'd better hide."

"Uh-huh."

As Locke spoke, he ran into the bedroom on the left and continued searching for the entrance.

Based on Locke's current age, he and Hannah should be living in the same bedroom, so the entrance to the subconscious underground palace is most likely also in this bedroom.

Locke closed and locked the door, and began a thorough, door-to-door search.

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

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

Hannah pushed open the locked door and came in.

Behind her was a huge black figure, emitting a low, metallic grinding sound.

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

Hannah seemed completely oblivious, but fear instantly gripped Locke's heart. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead. He had a premonition that something bad would happen if he were captured by this black-figure monster.

"what is this?"

He asked Eileen in a low voice.

"Dream monsters: If a person's soul and body are not compatible, such monsters will appear in dreams. They reject your consciousness from entering your body. It is not surprising that they appear in your body, but you must not let them capture you, otherwise your consciousness may be imprisoned in the dream."

Eileen explained.

No wonder I had a bad feeling.

Locke muttered to himself, and just as the dream monster lowered its head to look under the bed, he promptly lifted the floor tile, jumped down, and entered the next level of the consciousness world.

The dream monster stretched out its large black hand, but grasped nothing.

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

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

The young girl, Hannah, pushed open the door to the room and looked at Locke with a smile.

Behind Hannah were a handsome young man and a beautiful young woman.

These two are Bard Bemon, the Black Rose Knight of the Church of Knowledge, and his companion Joan Mancini. They pretend to be a married couple, but in reality, they are the guardians of the experimental subjects.

Locke had never been able to see their faces clearly in Hannah's dreams, but he never expected to be able to see them so clearly in his own dream.

Bud Bemon was tall and slender with striking features and deep blue eagle eyes. He wore a half-high silk hat and a black tailcoat. His appearance was flawless, which explains why so many women were willing to come to him in his diary entries.

Joan Mancini has striking blonde hair, a beautiful face, and a warm smile.

But her features don't resemble Hannah at all.