American Horror Story, Starting from Falls Town

Chapter 220 Why are you still here?

"I don't think I invited you in?"

Roy's eyes looked a little unfriendly. This middle-aged black man really had no manners at all.

Only athletes and coaches can enter the locker room; outsiders are not allowed to enter.

Logically, the staff should have stopped irrelevant people from entering. I don’t know how this middle-aged black man got in.

Could this guy also be a coach?

It doesn’t look like it!
The middle-aged black man was wearing a well-fitting suit and a gold watch. He looked like a very wealthy man, but not a nouveau riche.

It's completely different from those street blacks who wear gold chains all over their bodies when they have money.

"Excuse me, my name is Don King, and I'm a boxing agent."

The middle-aged black man handed Roy a business card.

Don King? Or a boxing promoter?

Roy immediately thought of Tyson's second boxing agent, who was the one who developed Tyson's commercial value to the extreme and also caused Tyson's rapid downfall.

Although Tyson's downfall was largely due to his own fault, the boxing agent's instigation also played a certain role.

"I know you. Did you come here specifically to sign me?"

"Yes, Mr. Black, I watched your last match, and then I looked for your other match videos. Including this match, I am sure you will be the next Mike Tyson I am looking for!"

In this era, Mike Tyson is the idol of countless boxers. Every boxer aspires to become a boxing champion like Tyson and make a lot of money.

Unfortunately, Roy does not need a boxing agent like Don King. He can determine his own fighting style and appearance, and even an ordinary boxing agent can obtain huge commercial value.

Then there is no need to accept Don King's exploitation. This kind of gold medal boxing agent takes a lot of commission and causes more trouble.

Rather than being manipulated by a boxing agent like Don King, Roy might as well let his woman be the boxing agent.

It's just a license, and Roy feels more at ease knowing his woman is doing things.

"I'm sorry, I don't have any plans to sign a boxing agent for now. I still have to go to college."

Don King frowned slightly. He single-handedly promoted more than a dozen boxing champions, including Muhammad Ali, Joan Frazier, George Foreman, Larry Holmes, Mike Tyson, etc. He was one of the best boxing agents and promoters in the boxing world.

Few boxers would refuse him. Roy seemed to have made an excuse that he wanted to go to college, but in fact he was still rejecting him.

"Mr. Black, with your abilities, there's no need to waste time attending college, much less competing in the Olympics. Professional boxing is the path for you!"

Roy sneered. It was all about profit.

Boxing agents cannot take a cut of amateur boxing matches, so Don King advised Roy to enter the professional boxing world directly.

This guy is indeed the kind of boxing agent who only wants to make money and doesn't care about the boxer's own thoughts.

Roy showed a look of disgust.

"Sorry, Mr. Jin! I don't have any plans to enter the professional boxing world for the time being. If you don't have anything else, please leave. I need to change my clothes!"

Don King wanted to say something, but Roy punched the locker, denting the metal.

The guy's eyes instantly cleared up.

"Uh, Mr. Black, I still advise you to think carefully about this! I'm leaving now!"

Tang Jin didn't dare to stay in the lounge any longer and fled in a hurry.

In the corridor, Don King's face turned gloomy.

"Damn bastard! How dare a mere amateur boxer threaten me!"

Cursing under his breath, Don King took out his cell phone and started making a call.

"Hello! I'm Jin, and I want you to help me check out someone. His name is Roy Black, from Texas... Yes, the sooner the better!"

After hanging up the phone, Don King was still cursing.

"You little bastard! Don't let me catch your tail!"

In the early years, boxing matches were more or less related to gangs, so the old-school boxing agents all had some background, otherwise they would be shot to death at any time.

After all, the interests involved in boxing matches are too great.

But before Don King finished scolding him, Roy just came out of the lounge.

"Why are you still here?"

Don King's expression changed instantly. He now regarded Roy as a young and foolish man, and this kind of young and foolish man was the most difficult to mess with. As a billionaire, Don King certainly didn't want to get beaten up in vain.

"I'll be leaving right away!"

This guy ran at the speed of a 100-meter race and disappeared from Roy's sight in the blink of an eye.

After leaving the game venue and getting rid of a group of sports reporters, Roy drove the Camaro back to the private hospital.

Roy was still a little worried about Claire's condition.

Fortunately, nothing happened to Claire, and she got along well with Jennifer. There was no knife fight or hair pulling.

"Jennifer, how's it going?"

"Everything is normal. The Grim Reaper must have shifted his attention to other targets."

It is consistent with the setting in the movie "Final Destination".

"Shall we begin the ceremony then?"

"We need to wait until 12 o'clock, and we still need to prepare some materials."

The materials are actually very simple, mainly white candles and some fresh blood with magical powers, because the key to this ritual is to put Claire into a state of suspended animation.

Roy was the main provider of fresh blood, and Lilith went to buy some white candles.

Nearing 12 o'clock, Roy moved the bed in the ward to make a space, and Lilith used Roy's blood to draw a magic circle.

If a nurse happened to come in to check on the ward at this time, she would probably think that Roy and the others were performing some evil ritual.

The magic circle was drawn very quickly, and Lilith inserted 13 candles around the magic circle.

"Claire, the effect of this ritual is to reduce your presence. Once the ritual is successful, your presence will become very low. You must be mentally prepared."

Claire was stunned for a moment.

"Does it mean that people around me won't be able to see me?"

Lilith shook her head.

"That invisibility isn't called a low sense of presence. A low sense of presence means that you're often ignored when there are other people around."

This situation is neither serious nor not serious, but it is also quite serious. It may be a good thing for people with social anxiety, but it is quite uncomfortable for people with social anxiety.

"Jennifer, can the effects of this ritual be reversed?"

"can."

"Claire, then you don't have to worry. Once I find a solution to the Death Curse, we'll restore you to normal!"

Claire nodded obediently.

"Then let's begin! Claire, take off all your clothes and lie in the center of the magic circle." Claire felt a little shy when she had to take off all her clothes again, but she still followed Lilith's words, took off her clothes and lay on the cold floor.

It was quite cold lying naked on the floor late at night, and Claire couldn't help shivering.

Jennifer glanced at her watch to check the time.

"Well, it's almost time! Listen, Claire, I'm going to put you into a state of suspended animation. Your consciousness will enter a state similar to lucid dreaming. Remember, don't struggle or let your mind wander."

"I, I understand!"

It was Claire's first time to come into contact with this supernatural power, so she was inevitably a little nervous. However, after feeling Roy's gaze, she slowly calmed down.

Claire doesn't want to die, so she must complete the ritual.

Lilith put her hands on Claire's face and chanted a spell that Roy couldn't understand. Perhaps it was some lost ancient language.

Gradually, Claire closed her eyes and her breathing became weaker and weaker, as if she was dead.

At exactly 12 o'clock, Claire had completely stopped breathing and was no different from a dead person. If Roy hadn't believed Lilith, he would have thought Claire was dead.

"Claire has entered a state of suspended animation. We now have to wait for the Grim Reaper to come and confirm it."

Lilith's words surprised Roy very much.

"Will the Grim Reaper come here to confirm whether Claire is dead?"

Lilith nodded.

"However, this Grim Reaper may not be what you imagine. It is a conceptual Grim Reaper, without an entity that can be understood, so it cannot be observed with the naked eye. We can only judge its presence by changes in the environment."

"Then what kind of environmental changes would be the sign of the Grim Reaper's presence?"

As soon as he asked this question, Roy felt an inexplicable chill, and some water droplets inexplicably hung on the window of the ward.

Roy quickly opened the Eye of Truth, and his golden pupils swept across the ward. Sure enough, he saw that the ward was filled with black air, just like a chemical plant.

A moment later, the black air suddenly disappeared, and along with it, the chill that Roy and Lilith felt.

"Phew, the Grim Reaper has left."

Roy was a little surprised.

"Leaving now?"

"Yes! The way the Grim Reaper judges death is different from us humans. It can tell whether Claire is alive or not just by passing through her body."

Roy's expression became strange. This Grim Reaper sounded like an AI that had some kind of detection mechanism, but also had loopholes.

"Okay, Roy, give me some more blood. I need to draw a magic circle on Claire's body! I don't have much time left. If I don't hurry up, Claire might really die."

The state of suspended animation is certainly not without cost. People who enter the state of suspended animation are indeed at the critical point between life and death. If the time is delayed a little longer, the suspended animation may turn into real death.

This time is very difficult to grasp and depends entirely on one's physical fitness.

Claire happened to be injured in the middle of the night and was weak, so the faster she moved, the better.

Finally, with Lilith's efforts, the magic circle was drawn at 12:12, and then Lilith woke Claire up.

"Huhuhu..."

Claire took a few quick breaths, and her expression was very complicated, a mixture of fear of death and gratitude for being alive.

“I almost thought I was going to die!”

Claire hugged Roy suddenly, looking very excited.

Roy began to comfort Claire, while Lilith began to clean up the scene.

"It's okay, Claire! How did you feel just now?"

"I felt like I was floating over an abyss, and as time went by, I began to slowly sink into it. I was just one step away from sinking completely!"

It sounds like Claire's spiritual world is quite thrilling, and Roy feels nothing in reality.

"It's okay, it's okay! Let me help you put on your clothes first!"

As Roy's hands moved around, Claire's fear quickly dissipated and her face turned red.

"Don't! Jennifer is still watching!"

After some struggling, Claire finally put on her hospital gown.

"Ahem! Jennifer, Claire's ritual should be considered a success, right?"

Lilith yawned, looking very tired.

Presiding over the ceremony is quite energy-consuming, especially drawing the magic circle. No mistakes can be made, otherwise the ceremony will fail.

"Yes, the Grim Reaper probably won't pay attention to Claire anymore. But as for your question, are you ready?"

"I'm ready, what should I do?"

"Your ceremony is much simpler than Claire's."

As she spoke, Lilith got more blood from Roy. Roy was bleeding heavily today.

The magic circle drawn previously has been erased, but the white candles have not been removed. Candles can be used in many rituals.

Lilith drew a cross and asked Roy to strip naked and lie on it in a reverse cross position.

"Is this the Reverse Cross Contract?"

Roy recognized the ritual that Lilith wanted to perform, because this ritual was recorded in the Key of Solomon and was a kind of demonic ritual.

You can see it by looking at the inverted cross symbol.

Lilith raised an eyebrow.

"So you know this? The effect of this ritual is to sign a contract with the devil, thereby changing your own destiny. However, if you modify the details of this contract slightly, you can change the curse of death on you."

As expected of an ancient witch, she can even modify the details of magic rituals.

People like Roy usually copied the rituals recorded in the Key of Solomon directly, because he did not understand the principles of these magical rituals at all, so he did not dare to make random changes.

This gap is like the gap between a student who uses math formulas to solve problems and a scholar who can modify the formulas.

"What's the price?"

Demonic rituals definitely require paying a certain price to obtain something, and sometimes what you pay is far greater than what you gain, just like gambling.

"As I said, the price you pay is bad luck. However, this bad luck can be removed, but it requires some special things."

"I understand, let's get started!"

Roy was already lying down, but a certain position seemed too conspicuous, causing Claire, who was watching, to blush.

Lilith glanced at the baton that was somewhat stealing the show, and then began to chant a spell.

It was still that kind of ancient language that was incomprehensible. Then Lilith took out a dagger. This dagger was Roy's cursed dagger. She could only use this dagger to perform the ritual because an ordinary dagger could not cut Roy's skin.

Lilith was about to use the cursed dagger to draw a pattern on Roy's chest, but as soon as she made a move, Beryl's mark emerged, shocking her greatly.

"Wait! Roy, have you already signed the contract?"

(End of this chapter)