“……Alright, no problem. I'm currently at the border between New Mexico and Texas.”
After you finish your school assignments in the next few days, just take a car or a plane to Texas, and I'll be waiting for you there.
Mm, okay, I love you too, darling.”
After receiving an air kiss from Heather on the other end of the line, Moro hung up the phone.
Reflecting on the conversation, he felt the swift passage of time over the years!
From meeting and falling in love with Heather to now, three years had already passed. The 21-year-old Heather had also begun her own storyline, but now her plot had been completely rewritten.
Originally, her black boyfriend Haki was killed during a gang activity, and her best friend Nikki became her assistant, in every sense of the word. As for the chainsaw killer, Jeb Sawyer.
As long as she hadn't been strengthened by the evil energy of this world, the fully equipped second-tier warrior Heather could definitely twist the opponent's head off like a ball to kick!
Shaking off the strange thoughts in his mind, Moro continued to focus on driving.
Listening to the car's music, gazing at the endless desert, and feeling the cool breeze, Moro felt that everything in the world was truly beautiful and splendid, and his mood was exceptionally pleasant.
…………
The scene shifted, taking us back to last night.
While Moro was teaching the future water mage Brenda some basic water magic, a terrifying event was unfolding in a motel in Texas.
At the motel named Quicksilver, a life sacrifice ritual was taking place.
In the dimly lit basement of the motel, a middle-aged man with white hair, dressed in a white robe with golden lace and a hood, stood on the steps, directing his subordinates.
“Claire, Kuchi, Maybelline, as servants of the chosen ones, you should feel honored, for today you will witness the grace of my lord, and you will also gain certain benefits!”
“Alright, let’s begin the ritual. First, hang up those five guilty ones!”
As soon as he finished speaking, two men and a woman, kneeling on the ground with a fanatical look, replied.
“Yes, great servant of the god, Lord Chisos!”
If Moro had been present, he would have recognized these individuals as the main characters from the movie "Southern Demon," but the difference here was that Chisos truly possessed extraordinary power.
After standing up, Maybelline and the others pulled the five individuals from the makeshift prison.
The three men and two women were bound like livestock, their mouths and noses blocked!
Due to not having eaten or drunk for a long time, their whimpering cries for help were as weak as newborn puppies, barely audible in the reinforced basement.
In this state of despair, the five were easily hung up by Maybelline and the others.
Claire, who should have harbored resentment towards Chisos in her heart, willingly wore the green hat under Chisos's temptation and extraordinary power, continuing to work hard to find suitable sacrifices for him!
These five sacrifices were solely Claire's doing; they included a dim-witted middle-aged black man, a strong white youth, a slightly smarter white boy, a Spanish streetwalker, and a white old virgin who had always adhered to the Islamic faith!
They represented ignorance, bravery, wisdom, depravity, and purity, five individuals of different ages, serving as sacrifices for Chisos to once again summon divine grace.
This sacrificial ritual was something he had secretly copied from an organization; compared to other fanatical rituals, it was much more stable, and the god receiving the sacrifice would enter a brief slumber to digest the power.
Standing on the steps, Chisos looked at the five individuals hanging there, his excited old face breaking into a flower-like smile, and then he shouted eagerly.
“Quick, kill them and let their blood flow into the corresponding patterns!”
Upon hearing the command, the three acted swiftly, chopping off the heads of the five individuals.
The crimson blood immediately flowed into the corresponding grooves, filling five illustrations.
These five illustrations depicted a dancing fool, a warrior holding a spear, a sage with a scroll, a prostitute with her clothes open, and a virgin with her hands on her abdomen.
These five illustrations ultimately connected to a central magic array, with the central pattern resembling a giant eye.
As the blood of the five individuals flowed through the illustrations and into the central magic array, the lights in the basement began to flicker wildly, and the surrounding environment started to distort.
In just a few seconds, the originally dim basement transformed into a different scene.
Then, a strange blood-red light shot out from the eye in the center of the array, swirling in the air before transforming into four light points—one large and three small—each flying into Chisos and the three Maybelline's bodies.
As the blood light entered their bodies, the four began to twist, deform, and reorganize wildly!
Minutes later, the basement returned to its appearance before the ritual began, but the light bulbs remained unlit, and only the sound of four heavy breaths echoed in the dark basement!
………………
Texas, on a scorching black asphalt road.
Moro drove his refueled sports car at high speed along the black asphalt road, looking at the scenery on both sides, feeling a sense of familiarity in his mind, as if he had seen it somewhere before.
Just then, a figure waving her hands by the roadside caught Moro's attention.
The woman had golden medium-length wavy hair, a standard and exquisite oval face, emerald green eyes, seductive red lips, and an alluringly attractive figure!
This perfect combination reminded Moro of a character from an anime, specifically Android 18.
Slowing down, he parked the car by the roadside, looking at the familiar and charming girl in front of him, coupled with the familiar road scene, he confirmed it.
He had encountered a new movie plot again.
This return journey had truly been a winding one!
From departing Los Angeles to now being in Texas, he had already resolved two movie plots, and with Heather's plot coming up soon, plus the one he was facing now, that made four movie plots in total.
Although Moro learned from John that starting this year, the year 2000, the great changes in the world would accelerate.
But this was too fast, too absurd!
However, despite his disbelief, Moro actually liked this speed.
After all, with so many plots, wouldn't that mean a significant increase in experience points? And wouldn't that imply his rank would rise rapidly!
Snapping back to reality, Moro's gaze met the woman's expectant and alluring eyes.
This highly tempting gaze would make any normal man feel a slight stir of respect!
As a friend and refuge for countless girls, Moro did not shy away but met her gaze with a smile, knowingly asking.
“Excuse me, beautiful, do you need any help?”
As the woman approached and saw Moro's handsome face, her initial thoughts faded a bit, but after glancing at the luxurious car, her interest surged again.
‘At worst, I could let this handsome guy take advantage of me; that way, he wouldn't be losing out, right?’
In an instant, the thought crossed her mind, and she responded with an incredibly alluring voice.
“Yes, handsome sir.
I had a little disagreement with my friend in the car due to some reasons, and she ended up kicking me out.
I now need to find a place to stay; the desert at night is filled with poisonous insects and snakes, and I don't want to die from snake venom at such a young age.”
“So, could I hitch a ride with you?”
As she spoke, she took a few steps closer to Moro's car, resting one hand on the window and the other on her cheek, instinctively leaning forward to showcase her figure, her enticing gaze meeting Moro's once more.
With just a seat between them, the woman's exquisite features, alluring figure, and her rounded, fair legs exposed by her denim shorts were fully revealed to Moro.
What normal man could resist the temptation of a woman with an angelic face and a devilish figure!
‘Using this kind of thing to test a guy!’
However, as a playboy who had Heather, Liv, and Brenda as beautiful gems in his life, Moro was not so easily captured.
After all, he had seen and experienced too many high-quality women.
Although the woman in front of him was indeed charming, to Moro, it only caught his attention.
“Tsk tsk, beautiful, your excuse is a bit outdated.
The other night, I heard a man say he was hitchhiking because he was out of water.
Do you want to guess whether I picked him up or not?”
Facing Moro's question, the woman pondered for a moment before replying.
“You didn't pick him up?”
“Bam! Congratulations, you got it right, so I decided to give you a ride!”
Moro snapped his fingers and opened the passenger door for the woman.
Then with a bang, the door closed, and a wave of enticing feminine fragrance wafted in.
After the woman quickly got in and closed the door, she extended her hand towards Moro, smiling as she introduced herself.
“Penelope Ailes, nice to meet you, handsome!
You truly are a kind-hearted and promising young man!”
“No need for the kind-hearted part; my name is Moro.”
After shaking Penelope's delicate hand, which was brief, Moro stepped on the gas and drove away from there.
Regarding Moro's gentlemanly behavior, Penelope was quite satisfied; in her three years of work, it was the first time she met a man like Moro, whose gaze did not carry possessiveness towards her.
However, those who dared to feel possessive or wanted to take advantage of her in the past often ended up robbed of their money and knocked out, left in the desert.
As for whether those people lived or died, she didn't care at all.
However, the behavior of the man in front of her piqued her curiosity, and she couldn't deny that she was also a bit of a face addict, purely a beauty lover.
But the money she intended to steal was still to be stolen; that was her bottom line as a thief, and even this handsome guy in front of her couldn't break her bottom line!