I work as a sorcerer in the US, and my side hustle is building Gundams.

"That's right. Ali isn't your father, Thomason is, but Ali loves your mother, so he raises you as his own child..."

[Spiritual connection complete. Poor orc Mutu finally knows who his real father is, which brings a series of unpredictable soap opera consequences to his family, but this has nothing to do with you anymore. Character experience +10, current character level lv3 302/300]

[Character level increased to lv4 2/400].

[Congratulations, host, you have gained 1 random attribute point! Congratulations, host, you have gained a new skill: Summon Imps!]

"Huh? It leveled up already? And holy crap, I can finally summon imps!"

That night, Lynn went to perform another psychic session, eager to gain enough experience to level up to lv4.

Having an extra baby can greatly improve your combat power and chances of survival. If all else fails, the baby can help draw fire, because the feeling of being shot while walking down the street is just too terrible.

On his way back, Lynn looked at the transparent system panel in front of him and excitedly waved his hands in the air twice.

"What's wrong, Lynn?"

Mike, standing to the side, looked on in bewilderment at his partner's manic and ecstatic expression.

"It's nothing, Mike, I was just thinking about something happy."

This is more than just a happy thing!

Summoning, even just summoning an imp, is a milestone moment worth writing about for a warlock player!

Lynn recalled the excitement he felt when he first played the Warlock class 20 years ago, reached level 4, and learned the skill from the Warlock skill learner in the cemetery next to Northshire Abbey.

That's the feeling of "I'm not fighting alone in this world!"

Although the kid's abilities are very weak, he can only cast one fireball spell.

However, for novice warlocks, it is a very good combat asset. If a warlock knows how to use it, it can even be used as a tank to pull monsters and eliminate some high-level or elite monsters that are impossible to challenge at the current level.

A typical example is the quest where you kill Garrick Padford next to the toilet in front of the vineyard and take his head back to complete the mission. Most players would need to be several levels higher or in a group to do this, but a warlock can have an imp tank the monster and kill him at the same level.

Along the way, he encountered many acquaintances who greeted him, but Lynn was no longer in the mood for anything else; all his attention was focused on this new skill.

He was completely focused on finding a secluded spot back home to test this new skill.

According to the hermits in Ironforge, in this age when the Dark Portal has been opened, one should not call oneself a warlock if one cannot even summon an imp.

But after all, this is summoning a demon, unlike any of the warlock skills he had previously acquired.

Could it be that I'll actually connect to the void, communicate with a real demon, and then summon it to Earth?

Lynn was a little unsure, and it was hard to say that he had no reservations.

Arrange the five icing apples you obtained in the position of the five-pointed star, then stand in the center to summon the imp.

After a long night of excitement, Lynn finally began the mysterious, eerie, and anticipated summoning process in her cramped basement after sending Mike out to "find business."

Outside, freezing rain was falling, but the small basement had become much warmer and cozier because the two of them had recently had more money.

A bright incandescent light was hung on the ceiling, and a small electric heater was placed in the corner. An exhaust fan installed in a specially drilled hole to prevent the tenants from suffocating in the enclosed environment was also working hard with a "whoosh".

Lynn stood in the middle of a crude five-pointed star he had drawn on the ground with chalk he bought from a grocery store, with a not-so-brightly colored sugar apple on each of the five points.

He no longer feels much fear when he sees such terrifying objects. He doesn't know if it's because he's seen them many times or because he's used sorcerer skills so many times, but the fel energy has gradually begun to transform his mind.

Based on the skill description for summoning imps provided by the system, Lynn learned that this summoning spell was an extremely difficult skill for black magic practitioners in Azeroth.

But with the opening of the Dark Portal, everything changed when a large influx of green-skinned orcs, bringing with them their ferocity and fel energy, flooded into the world.

The Dark Portal brought warlocks closer to the Void, and also closer to their summoned creatures.

With a mix of trepidation and excitement, Lynn stood in the center of the pentagon, raised his hands, and began to gather his fel energy, keeping the two wisps of black mist contained within his palms and swirling around them without releasing them.

His thoughts, based on the skill's description, began to communicate with the Twisted Void.

"I wonder which chaotic world, ravaged by the Burning Legion, we'll be connected to..."

"René, Taurney, Anvi, Solermy, and occasionally Gassobim..."

Lynn felt as if his soul had entered a black world where hot, green liquid flowed everywhere. Terrifying figures burning with green flames were everywhere, and colorful stars twinkled in the sky. A huge orange-yellow planet with a huge gray halo lay before him. It was so close, as if it would fall into this foul-smelling world at any moment.

Kaz'goroth—a chaotic world ravaged by the Burning Legion, and also a major habitat for imps. Under the control and ravages of the Burning Legion, it has become even more tyrannical. It is also the home of the Dreadsteed and the Wrathsteed. The Burning Legion appointed the dreadlord Hernulas to govern this land. This treacherous and despicable dreadlord called himself the "Station Master," and Kaz'goroth was described as the territory of the "Station Master."

For some reason, this long introductory text suddenly popped into Lynn's mind.

As Lynn uttered the incantation, among the countless figures, some large, some small, some fierce and brutal, some short and wretched, one tiny figure turned its head and responded to Lynn's spiritual communication.

As Lynn chanted, clusters of dark light began to appear around him, and these lights seemed to become clearer and sharper with each chant, as if they were condensing into runes and imprinted on the ground around him.

Soon after, a bottomless black rift appeared in the middle of these runes.

Then, a short, thin figure jumped out from inside.

At the same time, Lynn also felt dizzy, as if something had taken a piece of his soul from his body. A feeling of emptiness and weakness suddenly came over him, and he almost lost his balance.

"Who was it? And where did they summon me?"

This is a very typical imp from World of Warcraft. He has a pair of long, protruding horns, a pair of swollen eyes that emit an eerie yellow light, and he is just taller than Lynn's knees. His hair sways like gray flames with his movements, making the already eerie basement even more eerie and terrifying.

"It is I who am summoning you, little devil. Speak your true name and then sign a sacred contract with me."