Finally, Madison put on her clothes.
Faced with public outrage, she had no choice but to obediently start the live stream, and only then was Basil allowed to enter the virtual door.
"It's been changed to a restaurant?" Basil stepped out, and the door behind him shattered like Stardust, leaping into the air.
He looked around and saw that the layout was clearly that of a private room in a Chinese restaurant.
The mahogany table, embroidered with bamboo forests and covered with a panda tablecloth, was filled with food that Basil found somewhat familiar.
Fish-Fragrant Shredded Pork, Mapo Tofu, stir-fried beef with scallions, and scrambled eggs with tomatoes.
But in this room, there is someone more eye-catching than it.
"Welcome," Madison said in a vacant tone. "It's good to see you in the physical world."
She changed into an outfit that had a very distinct feel to it.
She wore round-framed glasses that covered half her face, and a thin, transparent, Winky shawl. Countless necklaces and beads hung around her slender neck, and bracelets and rings adorned her arms and hands.
She even winked at him playfully.
"Where did you come from Sybill Trelawney?" Basil couldn't help but chuckle.
Zoe was dressed quite normally, with pigtails and a simple hoodie.
Upon seeing Basil appear, she ignored Madison's antics and went straight to greet him.
As Basil complied, his right index finger glowed, and the waiter who was about to knock on the door to serve the food stood there, his eyes unfocused.
A moment later, Zoe, panting, turned and raised her eyebrows, "Bucky's first kiss is mine."
She hadn't forgotten how she almost couldn't breathe when her mouth was covered while she was in the bathroom.
Madison ignored Zoe's sudden provocation.
Instead, she was admiring the designs painted on her nails under the light.
Hmph! I was the one who got all the first times in Sweetheart's dreams, who do you think you are?
And since he's so skilled, he might have already given it to Granger.
Zoe glanced listlessly at Basil.
Stealing your first kiss doesn't feel good anymore.
Basil wiped his mouth and said, "Alright, girls, let's eat first."
"I'm going to Los Angeles, California later."
Two shocked voices overlapped: "Murder House?" "Fiona?"
Basil shook his head at Zoe. "No, I'm going to the Murder House."
"However," he turned his head, his Magic Field swirling around him, a sense of warmth emanating from the other side of the wall, "It seems you've brought a guest?"
"A male witch?" A middle-aged woman appeared out of thin air, looking surprised.
She could feel a sense of familiarity from this handsome young man.
Without a doubt, he also belongs to this extraordinary world and possesses the bloodline of the Seven Magic Arrays.
In fact, the Seven Wonders bloodline doesn't only circulate in women. It does in men as well.
However, because men have more genitalia than women, they secrete testosterone, which is why male witches are generally less Mana than female witches.
This has resulted in the absence of a super wizard like Alpha.
But her intuition told her that the boy in front of her was extremely powerful.
She had only ever felt this way with her mother, the Supreme Witch Fiona.
However, she was surprised that she had been able to teleport so easily.
She always considered herself to be quite mediocre, only able to use spells and herbs to exert her Mana.
She is not worthy of being the daughter of Supreme Witch at all.
Unlike other witches, she can cast spells without using incantations.
If she weren't so knowledgeable, she wouldn't have been the headmistress of the witch school.
She turned to Zoe. "You mentioned my mother? How do you know her? She should be in Switzerland."
Basil stepped forward. "Hello, future Supreme Witch."
Cordelia, a middle-aged woman, seemed inexplicably frightened. "Me? Supreme Witch? I think you're talking about my mother."
Basil took her hand and whispered in her ear, "Why aren't you more confident? You can see for yourself."
Originating from Madison, copied into him, and stripped of the ridiculous weakness of being affected by testosterone, the wizarding bloodline of this world began to resonate with the bloodline of the woman before him as the Magic Field rotated.
In an instant, Cordelia's dark brown pupils turned pure white.
The Dadi cracked, and boiling magma spread.
The gates of hell are wide open.
The sky howled, thunder roared and lightning flashed.
The stairway to heaven appeared.
The devil is howling, the demon is roaring.
Gods wept blood, angels fell.
A crimson dragon, its head crowned with horns, coils around the sky, its transparent flames blazing and splitting the earth.
A sword soaring into the clouds and penetrating deep into the earth stands before a city shimmering with dazzling neon lights, its golden light enveloping it in a serene atmosphere.
Cordelia shed tears of blood as the continuous flow of emotional energy was transformed by Basil into spirituality, an entity that the wizards of this world called Mana, which surged into her body and supported the operation of her Heavenly Eye.
"Is that the future?" Her voice trembled, and her white pupils returned to their original color.
Even Supreme Witch would be like an ant in the face of everything here.
Basil couldn't help but take a deep breath, a sweet, high-quality fear emanating from the woman and being absorbed into the cycle of good and evil within him.
By this calculation, I've also gained a lot of emotional energy.
Because of the connection of bloodlines, he also optimized Madison's incomplete bloodline.
She also shared the future that Cordelia had just seen.
In high spirits, he explained, "To be precise, it's my future after I join."
"You have just awakened the ability of Divination Prophecy."
"Unlike ordinary witches, you are far more powerful."
"It might be more appropriate to call it the Heavenly Eye."
"When you touch someone's body, you can see that person's past or what they might do in the future."
Cordelia couldn't help but take a step back, stammering, "You... you are—"
Extending his right hand, golden light condensed into a sword in his palm. Basil smiled and said, "You might look familiar."
"It has many names: Caliburn, Sword of Kings, Iron-Cutting Sword, Excalibur, Excalibur. But you should be familiar with all of them."
At the same time, golden beast eyes appeared, identical to those of the red dragon that blotted out the sky.
"The future is determined by the strong."
Basil grasped her hand again. "You can take another look."
Cordelia trembled as if electrocuted, her head tilting back as new images flooded her mind.
The man sat upright on the Cloud Top, like a god.
Two young girls served him on either side.
High in the sky, we looked down together at the world beneath the clouds.
The Dadi groaned, and mushroom-shaped explosion clouds appeared over the former city.
Cordelia gasped for breath, her consciousness fading from the image.
If she wasn't mistaken, the two girls were Zoe and Madison.
That god-like, imposing man was the boy beside her.
At this moment, he said again, "This is the future where Michael Langdon, in collusion with the Church of Satan, will destroy the world after I decide not to interfere."
"Michael Langdon? Who is he?" Cordelia asked. But this time, her words were no longer filled with fear, but with a resolute determination.
She has the makings of a future Supreme Witch, a leader of the Coven.
"Let me speak for Sweetheart," Madison said, taking Basil's hand. "He is the son of Satan. The tentacles that plunge this world into darkness and destruction."
Cordelia: "Where is he?"
Zoe chimed in, "He's in Los Angeles. He lives in a mansion next to a notorious haunted house. I think so, if his grandmother hasn't passed away yet."
"By the way, he's just a mortal now. A dump truck could easily kill him."
To be honest, the reason she knows so much about this is largely because the girl who played Violet in the first Murder House is the same girl as her.
However, after learning the plot, she went to check it out, and unfortunately, their appearances were only similar but not surprising.
That's true, the American Horror Story series always likes to use the same actors repeatedly.
Even though the storylines of the first, third, fifth, and eighth episodes are connected, the actors playing key roles are still repeated.
If they were exactly the same, things would have been in complete chaos long ago.
At the very least, Fiona would definitely recognize the medium who looks exactly like her daughter.
"May I go and kill him?" Cordelia asked resolutely.
"I have a better solution." Basil suddenly raised an eyebrow, as if he had discovered something interesting.
He kissed Madison and Zoe on the cheek. "Looks like I'll have to excuse myself."
The sword in his hand began to glow, then dissipated, and Basil's body also began to glow.
Under the brilliant, dark starry sky, a shooting star flew towards the bustling city of Los Angeles.
——
The old house was deserted, and no one had been seen for a long time.
A young man dressed in ill-fitting children's clothes was crying like a child.
The young man had thick, golden-brown hair and light blue eyes.
His features were handsome and well-proportioned, yet he possessed an inescapable Evil Qi of coldness and evil. But at this moment, his face revealed an incredibly childlike and innocent expression.
Before him lay the body of a woman, lying peacefully on a sofa covered with a dust cloth. It appeared to be suicide.
He held the female corpse in his arms, repeatedly saying things like "I'm awake" and "I'm sorry."
"If the souls in this house don't want to be seen, then no one can see them." A middle-aged man suddenly appeared on the sofa diagonally opposite. His eyes revealed the kindness of an old father, and his tone was extremely friendly.
The young man, still immersed in his grief, quickly came to his senses. "She doesn't want me to see her?"
"I'm very sorry," the middle-aged man said softly, his eyes filled with even more pity.
"Who are you?" the young man asked in a childish, tearful voice.
The middle-aged man seemed to have made up his mind. "I want to be seen. I want to help others."
"If you really want to change, I can give you guidance."
"I'm a devil!" the young man said despondently, yet a glimmer of hope remained. "Why are you helping me?"
The man said kindly, "Because I always treat you like my own son. Even if you aren't really my son."
"No, he is your father. Although we are not related by blood." Basil couldn't help but speak up.
This is the Murder House.
Those who die here become ghosts and linger in this house.
This middle-aged man is Ben, the husband of Vivian, the mother of the Son of Satan.
The young man is Michael, the son of Satan. He looks like an adult, but he's actually only seven years old.
The female corpse was Constance. Unable to accept that all her offspring were abnormal, she recently suffered a breakdown and committed suicide after her grandson, who had grown ten years older overnight, attempted to kill her in his sleep.
It's worth mentioning that her son, Tate, is also the boyfriend of Ben and Vivian's daughter, Violet.
To repay a debt of gratitude, Tate gives Nora, the ghost who saved her as a child, a child, and impersonates Ben to have a relationship with Vivian.
And that's how Michael came to be.
All of the people mentioned above, except Michael, are ghosts.
In short, all Basil wants to say is, this industry is truly chaotic.
But all of this should be attributed to the influence of Satan. The original story actually hinted that all haunted places are the mouths of hell.
After Vivian became pregnant with Michael, Tate returned to normal.
Moreover, this is not just speculation.
In fact, the reason he didn't show up just now wasn't to watch the joke.
It was because they ate too much.
The constant stream of malice transformed into pure energy and entered his body's circulation.
However, none of them can compare to what this seven-year-old boy has given him.
The number marked as full on his data panel for emotional magic, also known as alien magic, is the size of a blue bar.
To improve, one must expend a massive amount of emotional energy, grinding oneself through a cycle of good and evil.
Even now, his alien magic power has only increased from 327.5 to 328.3.
Less than a minute after he appeared next to Michael, the high-quality, inexhaustible malice emanating from Michael's heart caused Basil's alien magic power to rise to 403.
It is still increasing at an astonishing rate of 0.001 per second.
It's important to understand that this is an increase in the upper limit, not just a simple accumulation of energy.
This isn't just trouble; this is my son, who isn't related to me by blood!
Then, Basil's gaze toward Michael changed instantly.
If you didn't know better, you'd think he was Michael's father.
"Son, ptooey, Michael."
"I am the one who can truly make you better."
Michael looked completely bewildered, but still couldn't help but move a few steps closer to Basil.
To him, Basil and Ben were both strangers.
However, the closer he got to Basil, the less bloodlust he felt.
He also believed Basil's lies.
So he turned to Ben and asked, "Dad?"
"Eh," Ben replied instinctively, "No, you're not. You're Vivian's son, but I—"
Michael, being the son of Satan, possesses extremely high intelligence and immediately understood who Vivian was to him.
The very next second after he finished speaking, he asked, "You and your mother are divorced?"
"No." Ben shook his head.
Michael: "Did Mom cheat on you?"
"I was the one who cheated." Ben covered his face.
Michael: "Then?"
Basil interjected, "Your mother treated other people as her husbands."
Michael: "That 'other person' is my dad, my grandmother's son?"
Basil said sarcastically, "Yes, he's also the son-in-law of the man in front of you."
Michael looked at Ben: "So what should I call you? Dad? Or Grandfather?"
Ben's face turned ashen. "Anything is fine."