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

Hmm. "You summoned me? A human? So I've come to Azeroth?"

The imp didn't answer Lynn's question. Instead, he jumped around a few times to check if his magic was being restrained, and then asked a question in return.

"This...is not Azeroth, but the environment here is just as treacherous as it is there."

Lynn thought about it and finally decided not to deceive the other party.

"Ah, Argus, Draenor, the Dreadscar Rift... anywhere would be a million times better than this horrific hell I'm stuck in! You know, that stubborn idiot Helnuras is a complete brainless tyrant! He made us feed the Dreadsteeds but didn't give us a single penny, Dreadvale apples, Dread oats, fel fodder... not a single one! Yet he made us fatten up these damned skeletal horses! So, many of our imp companions have already been whipped to death by him. Isn't he a tyrant? Isn't he a devil?"

Before Lynn could say anything more, this kid, whose name I didn't even know, rattled off a whole bunch of things.

It also contained a lot of demonic swear words that Lynn couldn't understand at all, making up at least half of the words it spoke.

"Stop, stop, stop for a second!"

Lynn had to shout to stop it, otherwise who knows how long this talkative brat would continue to accuse its original owner.

"Oh, alright, my master. I can tell you're a warlock, aren't you, sir? Otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to summon me from that distorted space, which is hundreds of thousands of miles away. I must say, summoning me here really saved my life! You know, I only made a tiny mistake, and he whipped me like crazy, and even wanted to throw me into the Soul Forge to melt me ​​into a fragment of a demonic soul! That damned thing, when I'm strong enough, I'll definitely bite off his arrogant horns, hmph hmph hmph!"

Before he knew it, the little devil started his endless, vicious curses and crazy rants again, until Lynn had to interrupt him once more, and the short, black demon finally quieted down.

"Listen, kid, I sympathize with your feelings, but now that I'm your master, you first need to tell me your real name!"

Renn rubbed his temples, his head aching. He had no idea that the first creature he summoned would be such a chatterbox!

"Huh? Real name? Master, you can just call me 'Little Brat,' I don't mind at all. You don't have any other little brats around, so calling me 'Little Brat' is the same as calling me. You know how important a real name is to a demon? I don't want to die because you accidentally uttered my real name without me doing anything... Although I hate this world, I still think my life has many other uses..."

Before I knew it, the little devil started babbling on and on again.

Lynn spoke again, threatening to immediately cast a reverse summoning spell and banish it back to the distorted space that had summoned it if it did not reveal its true name.

The little devil finally revealed his real name, albeit hesitantly and reluctantly.

"Naz'tim, Master, my name is Naz'tim, but you only need to know this name. You must never say it out loud or tell anyone else. You know how important a demon's true name is. I don't want to unknowingly turn to ashes and die a violent death..."

Just as Naztim was about to launch into his usual rambling, the door to the small basement creaked open.

"brush!"

The little brat, who had been chattering away just moments before, immediately shut up. After a flash of light and shadow, its figure quickly faded and disappeared from the room. Apart from the faint, ever-present, lingering smell of fel sulfur, it was as if no creature other than Lynn had ever existed there.

[Phase Shift]: The imp's physical form leaves this world, thus becoming immune to attacks unless the imp itself launches an attack.

"Hey, Lynn, I'm back. Ah, what are you doing? How come there's another five-pointed star on the ground? And you've taken out those terrifying heads too... Are you performing some kind of magical witchcraft ritual?"

Looking at the strange arrangement on the ground, Mike knew that his partner was definitely performing some kind of voodoo ritual again.

"Well, it's nothing, just familiarizing myself with my skills. What's wrong, Mike? You look so rushed..."

Lynn quickly brushed the matter off and then asked a question in return.

"Hey, I've got news from Francisco! He just contacted me. Perez is very interested in our proposal and wants to meet with us!"

Mike waved his phone excitedly, his excitement evident on his face.

That's true. If we can really get on good terms with this former boss of the Carlos gang and help him overthrow his nemesis...

So this small debt of twenty or thirty thousand dollars can really be considered a negligible amount of money.

"Okay, when should we set it?"

"Tomorrow morning at 8:00 AM, Dock area, Warehouse No. 3."

"Great, that's really good news, Mike. Maybe we'll soon be able to get rid of this huge debt and live a free life."

……

The next day was Sunday, but for homeless people, the day of the week no longer meant anything to them.

But as is typical of Dongda students, Lynn was still unhappy that he couldn't get a good night's sleep on a weekend morning. However, with the survival crisis looming, he couldn't afford to complain any more.

Early in the morning, before dawn, a light drizzle began to fall in Seattle. The drizzle felt like tiny steel needles hitting my skin, both painful and cold.

Lynn and Mike were both wearing black windbreakers and carrying simple black umbrellas. After a short, hurried journey, they arrived at the designated location at 7:30.

The distant sea was pitch black, its black waves rolling under the shroud of rain and mist.

A white wave crashes onto the beach, then breaks into murky spray against the breakwater, before turning into a trickle that flows back into the sea, repeating the cycle endlessly.

Some seagulls were also flying back and forth over the sea under the cover of rain and mist, occasionally letting out noisy cries.

Lynn and Mike had already arrived at the open space next to Warehouse No. 3, waiting for their partner to arrive.

"When you talked to him on the phone yesterday, did you glean anything special or valuable from his words or tone?"

Lynn tightened his collar. Whether it was at Dongda University last time or after he transmigrated here, he still wasn't used to getting up so early, before 7 a.m.

"He didn't say much, but I could hear the urgency in his voice, along with the same amount of doubt and distrust. In the end, I convinced him with your real-life example. He said he was willing to give us a chance, but it would be best not to try anything funny... Ah, here he comes."

The sound of a car engine came from afar. Lynn looked up and saw a gray Toyota pickup truck emerging from the rain and mist, heading towards the dock.