An ordinary guy, our contemporary, discovers under mysterious circumstances a book written, as it turned out, in Latin. “...For the most part, the pages contained a protocol of the interrogation of a nameless warlock by the Inquisition and various rituals. After hesitating, I settled on the simplest option. All you had to do was get a couple of liters of blood, sprinkle it on the intricate design, and wait until midnight to read the spell. And so, pronouncing intricate words, I once again felt like an idiot. I am also a great magician, an expert in the language of elves and hobbits. To be honest, I didn’t expect a result and, rather, on the contrary, I wanted to make sure that everything written was just nonsense...” As a result, when calling the demon, another loser becomes his dinner. But the demon is not really a demon and the novice sorcerer does not die, but ends up in another world in the body of his killer. Where the main torment begins...