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

After completing this "surgery", Dr. Roman, looking very tired, took off his gloves and his white coat.

Dr. Roman stretched wearily, watched as his assistant finished cleaning the room, bagged the dissected cadavers and took them away, and cleaned the floor. Only then did he leave the operating room deep inside the villa with satisfaction.

Back in his living room, he sat down, poured himself a glass of red wine, then cut open a cigar, lit it, and gazed at the beautiful snow falling outside the window as he drank, appearing utterly content.

But it was precisely in this moment filled with happiness and warmth that...

Suddenly, an untimely, sharp, and sarcastic voice reached his ears:

"Hehehe, I thought only demons and natural disasters would be so ruthless towards humans. I never expected you, as our own kind, to be so cruel!"

"Who's there? Who's there?"

Dr. Roman immediately put down his cigar, pulled a gray-glowing pistol from the coffee table drawer in the living room, and looked warily in the direction from which the sound came!

However, no matter how wide he looked, he couldn't see any trace of anyone.

If his eyesight were better, or if the restaurant were brighter, he might have been able to see a faint movement of light and shadow shifting from that spot to the left corner.

However, in order to create a warm and gentle dining atmosphere, he has not turned on the main ceiling light at all, and is only illuminating the nearly 30-square-meter restaurant with the light and shadow of these few candlesticks.

"Hehehe, you're quite a strange case study... I'd even like to draw a vial of your blood to see if it's contaminated with fel energy..."

The sound came from the left corner again. Dr. Roman's forehead veins bulged, and he stood up with a "whoosh," pointing his guns in both hands in the direction of the sound, but still saw nothing.

"Who's there, playing tricks on me? Get out here right now!"

"Heh... Not a demon, just a pure human, but I smell an odor on you that's even more evil than a demon's. It stinks, it stinks!"

This time, the sound was coming from the ceiling!

Roman immediately raised his gun and aimed at the ceiling, where there was only an unpowered crystal chandelier, completely empty.

"..."

Now he was completely panicked.

Although he is now over 45, he graduated with a PhD from Johns Hopkins University 20 years ago and has a solid understanding of materialism.

But after all, this is a country where Christianity is the absolute mainstream, and almost 95% of Americans believe in some superstitions to some extent.

Even though he was holding a gun, he still felt goosebumps rising all over his body, and his whole body felt as cold and uncomfortable as if he were soaking in water.

More importantly, a faint, pungent smell of burning sulfur appeared near the tip of his nose.

He wondered if he had really seen a ghost today.

After all, he had done far too many bad things in the past.

"Whoever you are, show yourself, and we can talk this out!"

At this moment, Roman was still trying his best to keep his spirit from collapsing, but he had already begun to adjust his posture and slowly retreat towards the restaurant door.

"Heh heh heh, talk it out? I don't think you're capable of talking it out! My master told me this isn't Azeroth, but I feel like it is! I witnessed the abominations and ghouls when I followed the Burning Legion to attack this world. You're a bit more refined compared to them, but your behavior is exactly the same!"

Roman had retreated to the restaurant entrance, just one step away from turning around and escaping. He then locked the heavy restaurant door shut, so that no matter who was playing tricks inside, they wouldn't be able to get out anytime soon.

"Ouch, it's so hot!"

But the instant his hand touched the doorknob, he was so burned that he immediately pulled it back as if he had been electrocuted!

He turned his head and saw that the round metal doorknob had been heated until it was red-hot at some point!

"Oh, oh, oh, so this is all the butcher is capable of? You even dared to turn against my master? I heard all that filthy conversation you had just had. It was even more despicable and cruel than those dreadlords of the Twisting Nether. At least they plotted against an enemy, not their own kind!"

"Hahaha, what an overconfident fool! How could you mortals possibly dare to plot against such a great warlock? This is even more laughable than us brats trying to take on the Dreadlord!"

Naztim's words reached Roman's ears from different directions.

This made him increasingly terrified and uneasy!

He had already discerned from that strange and eerie voice that it was absolutely related to Lynn, the "witch doctor" he wanted to assassinate!

And this voice even called it a "warlock," but what exactly is a warlock?

"That's enough!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Roman could no longer bear the mental pollution. In a fit of panic, he raised his hand and fired three shots in the direction from which the last sound came!

"Hehehehe, missed, missed, hahahaha!"

But then the voice suddenly appeared behind him. He quickly turned around and fired three more shots in the direction of the voice!

"Wow, you're pretty quick-witted! I think you shouldn't be a doctor, but rather a hunter. However, there aren't any hunters as physically weak as you, and I don't think you'd be able to tame any wild beasts!"

That mocking voice came again from his right front, its words growing increasingly strange and incomprehensible.

Roman didn't think twice and fired two more shots.

There was still no sound of hitting anything.

"Heh, you're wicked and ruthless enough, but not strong enough. You can't even hit a brat like me. The Burning Legion wouldn't even want a collaborator with someone like you! Alright, that's enough with this game. Prepare to die!"

The sound had barely faded when a crackling sound of flames burning intensely came from the chandelier on the ceiling!

"On the chandelier!"

Roman gritted his teeth, ignoring the large beads of sweat sliding down his forehead, and instead raised his gun with both hands, aiming at a point 5 centimeters above the chandelier before pulling the trigger with his index finger.

But this time, he failed to pull the trigger.

A blazing fireball, the size of an adult's fist, with a long tail, shot toward him, creating a whooshing sound as it cut through the air!

Imp's skill: [Flame Arrow]!

The fireball was traveling at an extremely fast speed and struck his raised hands holding the gun in an instant!

"boom!"

A fireball the size of a fist exploded instantly, the flames as big as a basketball, severing his left thumb and right index and middle fingers. The escaping flames instantly enveloped his arms, cheeks, and chest, knocking him backward and causing him to fall to the ground!

The 17-round magazine version of the Sig Sauer P365 pistol in his hand flew out from his severed finger, landed on the ground with a "thud," and flew quite a distance.

"Hehehehe, hahaha, is this the gun of this world? It's so short, much shorter than the dwarven musket I saw before. I wonder how powerful it is?"

Nazdem emerged from the phase shift and looked at the human man huddled in the corner, staring at him with a look of utter disbelief. A wicked sense of pleasure welled up inside him.

It struggled to pick up the pistol, held it with both hands, and, mimicking Roman's actions, pulled the trigger at him.

"Bang!"

The recoil, though not large for a human, was powerful enough for a kid. It sent his shot flying into the air, grazing Roman's shoulder and leaving only a shallow bloodstain.

"Monster, monster!"

Roman finally realized what kind of monster he was fighting. He jumped up from the ground in terror, completely losing his previous refined and reserved middle-class elite demeanor!

He no longer cared about the scalding heat of the doorknob, pulled off his sleeve and wrapped it around the slightly cooled doorknob, twisting it vigorously.

"Hehe, haha, fear, I smell fear! Hahahaha! So this is how delicious it is to savor the fear of the weak! No wonder those fear demons enjoy torturing their prey so much!"

Naztim's strange, metallic, hoarse voice tormented Roman's eardrums, making it impossible for his hands, missing three fingers, to exert any force to turn the doorknob, which was usually so easy.

"But I can't let you get away! How dare you target my master! Do you know that if he dies, I'll be banished back to the Twisting Nether to suffer that ugly horse-breeding fellow's eternal torment?"

The crackling sound of the object burning intensely rang in Roman's ears once again.

He had just turned his head when he saw a fireball the size of a fist flying toward his head again!

"boom!"

This time he didn't dodge.

The fireball exploded violently on his handsome, elegant head, where his hair was neatly combed, bursting into a fireball the size of a basketball.

"what!"

A violent scream escaped his throat, so horrific it was inhuman.

"Hehe, hee hee, torturing people is so much fun!"

Seeing this, the little devil happily hopped around on one foot while still ablaze. Its demonic nature made it truly love the scene, and it wished it could play this game forever.

"But unfortunately, my master is still waiting for me, so I can't continue playing with you."

Before he could finish speaking, another flaming arrow slammed violently into the face of Roman, who was lying limp on the ground, almost lifeless.

"boom!"

After a violent explosion, half of Roman's face was pierced by the bullet.

His eyes, nose, and upper half of his mouth looked as if they had been gouged out by a giant spoon, leaving them filled with charred black charcoal.

His body twitched violently, then lay limp and lifeless.

"Alright, alright, the enemy's plot has been thwarted, and the mission to protect Master is complete! Natsume is so happy, Natsume is so great! Finally, I can return to Master's side, finally I can go back, hee hee ha ha ha ha ha!"