Becoming a god by raising witches

“My little gentleman, come here.”

Joan Mancini waved to Locke.

Locke noticed that he was also wearing an elegant tailcoat, which showed that his family was not poor when he was a child.

He turned and looked at Eileen.

"Find an excuse to refuse them."

Erin said.

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

"This is just the superficial subconscious; there aren't many effective clues."

Eileen reminded her.

"Ok."

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

"My stomach suddenly feels uncomfortable today. Mom and Dad, why don't you take my sister to go? I'll stay home and rest for a bit."

"So that's how it is, Locke, are you alright?"

Joan Mancini said with concern.

Locke shook his head. "I think I'll just have to go to the restroom a few more times. Mom, Dad, Hannah, you can go ahead and leave me alone."

"No, that won't do. Let us take you to see a doctor."

Hannah suggested.

"A lame excuse, tell them you're afraid of the tigers in the circus and don't want to go."

Erin 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 with difficulty.

Joan Mancini and Bud Bemon exchanged a glance, then both laughed.

“I see. Alright then, Locke, you stay home, we’ll take Hannah.”

"Locke is such a coward."

Hannah laughed too.

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

"I found you."

A low, grating sound, like metal scraping, suddenly rang out, and a shadowy monster appeared behind Locke.

Oh no, how did he follow us here?

Or is it that dream monsters also exist in this subconscious layer?

Locke had no time to think and ran forward.

But his body was already shrouded in black mist, and the shadowy monster reached out and grabbed his neck.

boom--

Locke was pinned against the wall.

Locke wanted to resist, but found that his strange abilities were completely unusable in the dream, as if they had been completely rendered ineffective, and he had become an ordinary person.

"Help, save me."

He looked at Eileen with difficulty.

Eileen lifted the bedroom bed and hurled it at the shadowy figure, smashing the monster into a cloud of black mist.

The black mist regrouped and turned to look at Eileen.

But all he saw was a cloud of air.

In the brief moment he was distracted, Eileen rushed forward, raised her fist, and punched the monster that had reformed from the black mist in the face.

Eileen reached out, grabbed the dream monster by the neck, and dragged him up to the ceiling before plummeting back down to the floor.

Locke only saw the shadowy monster's body appear repeatedly on the ceiling, the floor, and the four walls until it completely dissipated into black mist and fled in panic.

Eileen clapped her hands and looked at Locke.

"solved."

Locke swallowed hard and gave a thumbs up.

"Hurry up and find them. Defeating one dream monster is no big deal. A whole bunch of dream monsters will appear soon. These things are invincible."

Erin said.

Locke swallowed hard. "Why didn't you say so sooner?"

dong dong dong-

A knock suddenly sounded at the door, and Locke looked nervously at Eileen.

"coming?"

"I don't know, it's possible."

Eileen said calmly.

The two ignored the knocking and continued searching for the entrance.

They finally found the entrance to the next level before a group of dream monsters broke in.

"go!"

Eileen pushed Locke down, staying behind to deal with the group of monsters.

Locke successfully entered the next level of the subconscious underground palace.

It was still in his room, but this time he was only one or two years old, and even his walking was a bit unsteady and wobbly.

Hannah was already asleep on the bed, covered with a small blanket, with a happy smile on her face.

Through the crack in the door, Locke saw Bud Bemon discussing something with Joan Mancini.

“Joan, have you noticed that Hannah and Locke seem to be quite different? Compared to Hannah, Locke is too ordinary.”

"That's what Bud Bemon said."

Am I too ordinary compared to Hannah? What does that mean?

“They are indeed quite different. Each child has their own unique characteristics, and perhaps the most ordinary future will be the greatest.”

Joan Mancini said gently.

"The nine children represent darkness, light, misfortune, fortune, life, death, malice, and goodwill. What is the last one? Has Your Excellency told you?"

"Bard Bemon asked."

"No, I only know that the number 9 is incomplete, but I don't know what it represents."

Joan Mancini shook her head.

Bud Bemon frowned. "I'm worried he'll become a failed experiment and turn into an ordinary person."

“Bard, I would rather he be an ordinary person.”

Joan Mancini said gently, “Rock is my child, and I hope to protect him for the rest of my life.”

"He is indeed the only life that was conceived in a mother's body, but you can't really consider yourself His mother just because you gave birth to Him. He doesn't need a mother."

Bud Bemon warned Joan Mancini.

Joan Mancini looked somewhat downcast. She turned around, looked at the bedroom, and her eyes met Locke's.

Locke swallowed hard.

Oh no, have we been caught eavesdropping?

"Joan, are the children awake?"

Joan Mancini shook her head. "No, you used a sleep spell. They won't wake up so easily."

“Yes, Joan, I really look forward to seeing them grow and witnessing the arrival of a new world.”

"I said with a fanatical look in my eyes."

Joan Mancini did not speak, but silently looked at Locke.

Locke's Adam's apple bobbed, he shrank back, and retreated to the bedside.

At this moment, Eileen finally managed to squeeze in through the entrance, hastily dusting herself off.

"We must explore this layer before they catch up. It's already in the subconscious middle level, and we should be able to find useful clues here."

“I think I was just spotted by Joan Mancini.”

Chapter 156, A Family Portrait in a Dream