"Is it finally time to change jobs?"
Looking at the prompt, Arashi Hayata's eyes flashed with excitement.
The lousy web game he had played in his previous life only truly began after changing his job. The Origin Magician he had chosen was even known as the strongest profession.
Without hesitation, Arashi confirmed immediately.
In an instant, the entire virtual panel shone brightly, radiating an almost blinding light.
At the same time, Arashi felt his soul immersed in a vast world of thunder, as if it had merged with him completely.
He didn't know how much time had passed.
When he finally returned to reality, he felt that his flesh, blood, veins, limbs, and even his magic power had undergone a fundamental transformation, as if he had been remade from pure lightning.
Veins bulged on his forehead as every cell in his body seemed to be torn apart and reassembled.
After more than ten minutes, Arashi was sweating profusely, gasping for breath.
"This… is the power of the Origin Magician?"
Feeling the changes coursing through him, he extended a finger, and strands of golden lightning danced across it. The sheer aura it emitted made him tremble with awe.
Without even drawing a magic circle, casting thunder magic now felt instinctive.
Even a trace of this thunder would be enough to obliterate his previous self.
He was stronger than ever before.
After adapting to his newfound power, Arashi summoned the virtual panel.
[Arashi Hayata][Occupation: Origin Magician][Magic: Origin of Lightning Lv 1 (+)][Origin: 182 points]
His old thunder magic had disappeared, replaced by the original, more powerful lightning magic.
"However, it seems I can still use ordinary magic."
Arashi raised his hand, summoning flashes of lightning within a pale blue magic circle. Although the attacks were weaker than his new Origin magic, they were still several times stronger than before.
"Huh?"
Pushing open the library door, Arashi stretched lazily, sensing a calling from somewhere.
"Someone summoning a devil?"
"Looks like Kitty's handing out my flyers again…"
. . .
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The heavy knocks on the door echoed throughout the room.
Kasumigaoka Utaha curled up under her quilt, teeth chattering. She checked the surveillance camera outside but saw no one.
Yet the knocking continued.
"Is there really an evil spirit?"
Terrified, Utaha hesitated to open the door.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The knocking grew louder, and the room's temperature began to drop steadily.
"No, no!"
"Whatever is outside will probably get in sooner or later…"
Summoning courage, Utaha rummaged through the desk and picked up a flyer. It looked ordinary, but it was inscribed with a sophisticated magic circle.
"Whether it's a devil or something else… please save me," she whispered, holding the flyer.
Buzz!
The moment the words fell from her lips, the magic circle on the flyer ignited, emitting a dazzling red light.
Utaha gasped and dropped her hand. The flyer didn't fall; it expanded into a magic circle ten feet in diameter.
Next moment, a figure appeared before her eyes.
"A devil… really?"
Utaha's pupils constricted violently as she saw Arashi, black-haired with red eyes, standing there. She had summoned it herself but still found it unbelievable.
"Have you never seen it with your own eyes?"
A pair of bat-like wings unfurled behind Arashi, exuding an unmistakable aura of evil.
Utaha stared, speechless, her worldview bending before her eyes.
Swish!
Arashi retracted his wings and spoke:
"Hello, Contractor. My name is Arashi Hayata. I have come in response to your summoning. Please tell me your wish."
Utaha forced herself to calm down. Though her worldview hadn't fully recovered, she spoke cautiously:
"Mr. Devil… can you help me get rid of the evil spirit outside the door?"
"Of course!"
The spirit outside was just a low-level cursed entity — barely worth mentioning.
Arashi took a few steps and opened the door.
"You opened the door!"
The small, ten-eyed cursed spirit let out an excited roar.
"So ugly…"
Arashi frowned.
"What did you say?"
The spirit prepared to attack. A flash of blue lightning struck, shattering it completely.
"Someone who doesn't see the situation clearly," Arashi muttered, shaking his head.
Low-level cursed spirits often had both limited strength and intelligence. He wasn't sure which world this one had originated from.
After closing the door, he looked at Utaha, who was still bewildered:
"Now that the trouble is over, shouldn't we talk about compensation?"
Utaha froze. "Compensation?" she asked timidly.
Arashi smiled. "You summoned a devil. Don't you want a reward?"
Utaha shrank back, asking weakly, "Then… what should I give?"
Arashi held out the queen piece from his demon chess set. "It's simple — just become mine."
"Ah…?"
Utaha blushed furiously. "You… Hentai-Devil!"