A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

Thomas went to bed, but after the initial drowsiness, he found that his mind became clearer. The sleepiness just now disappeared inexplicably.

After lying down for a long time, I couldn't sleep at all.

Damn! I can't sleep? Thomas felt a little confused.

Chapter 219 Curse 2

After many unsuccessful attempts to fall asleep, a feeling of frustration washed over Thomas.

After an unknown amount of time, he sighed and stood up while moving his slightly sore shoulder and neck joints.

He didn't know whether it was from his past life or present life, but he remembered a book that said if you can't sleep, you should go out for a walk.

So he got up and dressed, but before he could touch the door, he heard footsteps outside.

Then, the doorknob turned, and the young maid who often came here to clean the room appeared in front of Thomas.

"Um... Master Thomas..."

The maid's face flushed shyly, and she didn't dare look directly at Thomas. She looked down at the floor. "Are you...alone tonight?"

"Yeah." Thomas nodded.

"Um...can I come in?" asked the maid.

"Sure," Thomas replied, making way.

The maid came in from outside, she was nervous but moved very carefully, her footsteps made a slight sound on the floor.

Finally, she came to the table and sat down in the chair.

"Master Thomas," the maid said cautiously.

Her body was vague and blurry, and I couldn't see clearly. Either my eyes were foggy, or her body was made of mist.

This is……

"Why, do you want to talk to me about something?" Thomas asked.

The maid hummed and gave Thomas a friendly smile. Then she lowered her eyes again. "Master, actually... when I... first met you..."

She looked up again, but her body suddenly froze, because Thomas was holding a loaded flintlock pistol in his hand.

"Bang!" The bullet penetrated the heart of the shadowy figure in the maid uniform, creating a cloud of blood.

With a bang of a gunshot, the figure in the blue uniform fell to the ground, blood slowly spreading from under his body. His body with a broken heart twitched violently for a few times, and then gradually stopped moving.

This scene was a complete murder. Even the twitching of the corpse after it fell seemed to be constantly reinforcing the element of "murder" and strengthening Thomas's impression that he "just killed an ordinary person."

However, Thomas just watched it all with an expressionless face, and listened attentively to every movement around him as the corpse fell to the ground and twitched.

Under normal circumstances, the sound of the gunshot would have been loud enough to travel a wide area. Anyone who wasn't soundly asleep would have been startled. They would have gotten up, lit the lights, and come out to see what was happening. But in reality, after the gunshot, the entire mansion was completely silent. No one appeared at all, as if... the mansion had been empty for a long time.

Moreover, in Thomas's vision, the corpse was still hazy, like a mosaic.

After a moment of silence, Thomas breathed a sigh of relief. He put his pistol back into his waist with one hand and slowly drew his sword with the other, his eyes still fixed on the body lying on the ground.

"It's a good acting, but it doesn't help me! I know it's a dream."

The "corpse" had long since stopped twitching. After hearing Thomas' words, he finally moved. Then he climbed up as if nothing had happened, and with the horrific gunshot wound on his chest, he turned and looked at Thomas who had just "killed" him.

"I'm curious, when did you notice it?"

Can I say that you seem to be covered in a layer of mosaic? Thomas's mouth twitched, but he said nothing.

"How interesting... Few people can perceive the discrepancy between dreams and reality, at least not so quickly," the corpse said calmly. His voice wasn't that of a maid, but that of a man. A dark, hazy shadow or mist gradually emerged in the air around him. "That includes magicians."

"Magician?"

"At your age," the corpse continued, "you truly have unlimited potential. Tsk, tsk, you're already able to access the second layer of the Demonic Web at this age."

This level cannot be said to be shocking, but at least it is considered an outstanding talent.

When you are in your forties or fifties, there is a high probability that you will be able to come into contact with the fifth level of the magic network.

In this life, there is a high probability that you can come into contact with the seventh level of the magic network, and you can even look forward to higher levels.

In the magician profession, this is already a very good qualification. Not top-tier, but at least first-rate.

“Who are you?” Thomas asked.

"Haha, you don't need to know who I am, just know you're going to die soon." The stranger laughed. Suddenly, his mosaic body merged into the shadows around him. In an instant, the vague shadow took shape, resembling a spider or jellyfish, expanding and shrinking, wriggling, and countless tentacle-like structures spread out from its surface, spreading towards Thomas.

A huge sense of crisis instantly exploded in Thomas' heart. He sensed the erosion and destruction occurring within his spiritual world. This unknown entity was trying to parasitize his mind!

Once he succeeds, he won't even have control over his life or death.

Thomas didn't know why he had this perception and understanding, but he swung his sword at the tentacles without hesitation.

The tentacles broke.

Without any hesitation, Thomas swung his sword towards the monster, then sheathed it the next moment and stabbed at the floor where the corpse had once been lying.

This is the key location for parasitism!

A roar like muffled thunder exploded in Thomas's mind, and everything within his vision began to violently tremble. The seemingly normal room suddenly began to deform and twist. The blood-stained floor exploded, revealing the disgusting truth within, like withered flesh. It was filled with terrifying gullies and unholy creeping things.

The monster let out a shrill scream, and all its tentacles contracted violently. In the next moment, it shattered into tiny dust and disappeared from Thomas's sight.

But this is not the end.

Thomas himself didn't know why, but he just knew that the dream invader was not defeated, and had not even left.

There was a slight tingling in my head, as if some malicious force was still trying to erode and destroy my spirit, but these attempts had failed.

The strongest point of the Steel Soul Secret Art is its mental defense. Invading Thomas's mind is not an easy task.

Someone was knocking on the door again.

Thomas walked to the door and opened it again.

There was a middle-aged man outside the door, strange yet familiar, and most importantly, his face - that face was at least 70% similar to the face Thomas had seen in the mirror countless times.

"Thomas?" the middle-aged man asked awkwardly. "You seem...trapped here?"

"Yeah," Thomas replied. He then pulled out another pistol and fired without hesitation. "I don't know what's going on, but it looks like someone wants to kill me... my father."

He said the word "father" casually.

The gun flashed and exploded. Thomas' father in this life was shot. He had an incredible expression on his face, then shook twice and fell backwards.

Thomas looked at the twitching corpse on the ground, his heart calm.

Using his father in this body to trick him... this is completely the wrong target!

He closed the door and began loading his two pistols at the table.

Chapter 220 Curse 3

Not long after, just as he had loaded his two guns, there was another knock on the door.

Thomas opened the door again and saw a gentle middle-aged woman with a concerned expression.

Just like before, a faint sense of familiarity that was clearly alienated from his consciousness inexplicably surged in his heart.

She is the mother of this body.

"Thomas...what are you doing?" Mother said. "Dad came looking for you just now, but he didn't come back...I'm worried..."

"Don't worry." Thomas replied casually as he pulled the trigger.

The mother's figure collapsed. Thomas closed the door again. But before he could return to the table, there was another knock on the door.

Outside the door was Giuliano, his teacher, the one who guided him on the path of knighthood.

But this time, Thomas didn't even say a word, he had already fired the gun first.

Another phantom fell.

"You're lacking professionalism," Thomas shook his head at the fallen phantom. "How could such a simple trick possibly work? It needs some context, right? Actors can't just put on costumes on stage; the backdrop should be changed, too, right?"

He closed the door, and this time there was no knocking.

An angry, low voice suddenly came from somewhere: "Why aren't you affected?"

"Since I already know this is a dream, I certainly don't believe everything around me," Thomas replied calmly. "Of course, I guess you're not surprised by that—you're surprised by my unwavering sanity. After all, even if you knew it was an illusion, it would be difficult for an ordinary person to cope with the sight of their loved ones dying one after another. In fact, this process must have accumulated tremendous mental pressure, eventually breaking through the defenses of reason. This has nothing to do with being 'awake' or not... But unfortunately, I know a lot about dreams!"

"So...so...no wonder..." The voice seemed a little terrified. "Your teacher has given you relevant instructions..."

"I don't know why I know this, it seems like I learned it somewhere before?" Thomas said. "But one thing I do know is that dreams are a two-way street!"

"There's no such thing as you being the only one who can attack me and me being the only one who can't attack you. Attacking an enemy through dreams is just bullying the weak, taking advantage of others' ignorance of 'dreams'. For example..." Thomas slowly walked towards the door. "I remembered there's this trick!"

He walked to the door, suddenly drew out his sword, and cut off one of his fingers with one stroke.

The finger that fell to the ground suddenly turned into a smaller version of Thomas, while the fingers on his hand grew back.

One after another, "micro clones" began to walk out from Thomas' side, holding long swords and walking towards every corner of the dream, whether it was the cracks in the floor or the small holes in the corners of the wall.

"You...how did you do that?" The voice was truly terrified.

"You shouldn't mess with me in my area of ​​expertise," Thomas said casually.

A large number of clones quickly dispersed and spread to various places in the dream, and began to search for any suspicious clues in the invaded dream, looking for possible invasion paths and or hiding places on the edge of the dream.

Thomas frowned, sensing the information constantly transmitted back by the personality clones he had released.

The intruder's mental responses disappeared.

Not destroyed by myself, but... escaped?

I don’t know how I escaped from my dream.

There probably wasn't much that could be done by changing someone else, but Thomas knew this wasn't normal.

Dreams are a closed structure. The invader's consciousness is the attacker of the dream, but is also the part affected by the dream. If one wants to forcibly escape from the dream, he will definitely pay a price.

Of course, a sufficiently powerful being could suppress this cost to a very small extent, but that invader... was not that strong.

Although he didn't know why he knew it, Thomas just knew it.

Inexplicably, he knew that in this battle in the dream, he was stronger, stronger than the invading killer.

Because he has spiritual power that reaches the limits of human beings.

The power of dreams ultimately comes down to the power of one’s spiritual strength.

Of course, mental strength alone isn't enough. It requires corresponding knowledge and skills. Otherwise, even the strongest mental strength will only lead to one-sided attacks.

Just like how no matter how strong a person is, he or she must be proficient in martial arts. Otherwise, he or she cannot be called a master. A fitness trainer cannot beat a martial artist.

But when Thomas was in a dream state, he inexplicably remembered some knowledge from the depths of his subconscious mind.

It was as if someone had somehow stuffed the knowledge into his subconscious long ago.

The other party is missing?

So... either hide in a cognitive void and pretend to retreat, or truly retreat, but leave a passage behind.

A passage leading to the other person's own dream!

Thomas hesitated, walked to his bed, and went to sleep again.

People can do countless strange things in their dreams, but there is only one thing they cannot do - continue sleeping in their dreams.

Even if it is a dream within a dream that is nested layer by layer, human consciousness must be "active" in the last layer of the dream.

However, through the act of "sleeping", one can fall into the deepest level of dreams.

Thomas opened his eyes again, then walked to the door and opened it.

The miniature clones he had released earlier also rushed out of the room with him.

The outside world was no longer familiar to him. The misplaced projection of his dream had caused a large number of chaotic buildings to fill the surroundings. Some of them were buildings he had remembered before, while others were completely upside down and distorted, like absurd abstract paintings.

What is the outer boundary of this dream...?

However, the chaotic environment did not affect Thomas's actions. He easily identified the correct path and finally successfully reached the end of the dream.

What Thomas saw was a wall, an endless wall, in a circular shape, enclosing the entire dream.

The top of the wall was shrouded in thick fog.

A gate stood quietly before my sight, a gate on the wall.