Why is it that the summoning ritual is the only one that's malfunctioning when all other spells can be cast without any problems in this world?

Perhaps the problem wasn't with him at all, but with the ritual itself!

"But didn't Greenwood say that there were no issues with the procedures of your ritual?"

The system cautiously opened its mouth.

In its view, magic is no different from the code of their system; as long as the data algorithm is correct, it just needs to run.

Vili then realized that he had spoken out his thoughts, and he continued following the system's instructions.

"Yes, but what if it was wrong from the start?"

Vili's speech became faster and faster.

"What if there's something wrong with the ritual itself that summons wandering souls?"

The system didn't understand the host's meaning at all, but the latter had already started another experiment.

Over the past few days, it had watched Vili draw this magic circle countless times. Therefore, it could also see the difference this time.

In the final stroke, Willy clearly changed direction.

Even without a heart, the system felt as if something inside it was pounding nervously.

The moment the magic circle was formed—a brilliant light shone forth.

This meant the success of the experiment, but the system did not scream with excitement. Instead, it held its breath and dared not disturb Willy at all.

The light from the magic circle seemed to last too long, illuminating the originally dim laboratory as bright as day. Vili, however, didn't want to blink for a moment, staring intently at the center of the light.

After a full three minutes, a dark figure suddenly appeared in the formation. At first, it was just a small dot, but it gradually elongated, eventually outlining the figure of a tall and agile man.

With his arrival, a vast amount of magic filled the entire laboratory, a fierce wind swept through, scattering countless papers everywhere, and the sound of equipment breaking was incessant.

Despite being in the eye of the storm, Vili's gaze remained fixed on the man until he solidified and stepped out of the magic circle.

This was a man like a lion, with a handsome face like a god from mythology. His slightly long, curly black hair was casually draped over his shoulders, seemingly blending into the black fur on his cloak.

Despite being in an unfamiliar environment, he strolled around as if he were in his own backyard, without a trace of unease or anxiety.

After looking around, he finally deigned to cast his gaze upon the summoner before him.

Few dare to look directly into such sharp, deep eyes. In his presence, Willy felt as if he were being ripped apart inch by inch, his very skin and bones laid bare.

But the boy simply stood calmly in place, without taking a single step back, his expression completely unmoved.

The next second, as if confirming something, the man flashed in front of Vili in an instant.

Spatial magic?

In this world, Vili had never seen such skillful magic. He stood there stunned, missing his chance to get away.

The man had already wrapped his arms around his waist, holding him tightly in his embrace, his arms as strong as steel, making it impossible for him to break free.

Then, he finally spoke his first words since he appeared.

"My little fairy... I've finally found you."