Summon description.

The iPhone 16 is the continuation of the I series by Apple from Earth 1218. The A17 Bionic chip powers this smartphone, which is renowned for its 50x camera zoom, a tool employed by humans on Earth to communicate with one another through the internet or cellular network.

Summon origin= Earth 1218

Summon type= artifact/tool.

Summon tier= A tier.

Mana required to summon= 100 mp.

Warning

This object is soul bound to you, and only you may grant access for use to third parties.

With a curious look on her face, she asked me, "What are you thinking about?"

First, I glanced around to check for anyone nearby who might overhear our conversation. Strangely, only two cells were present on this floor, and we were the sole occupants. No one was on watch, and their confidence in our inability to escape was evident. Perhaps they exercised caution by maintaining distance from the prisoners, as a few inmates have been known to surprise prison guards from behind their bars.

They probably didn't realize I was blessed, as appraisal items are quite rare and expensive, regular city guards wouldn't have them. otherwise, I would have been wearing a mana suppression bracelet, However, I still need to exercise caution around individuals with appraisal skills. I've read that some archmages can effortlessly determine someone's stats with just a glance.

I looked in both directions of the hallway from behind my bars for a while and became confident that nobody was listening to us.

"Okay, you might consider my claims ridiculous, but I am blessed, and I belong to the summoner class. I can summon artifacts from another dimension. I could potentially summon something to aid our escape from this city, but I require your trust," I asserted solemnly,

supported my statement by displaying my smartphone to her.

I turned on my smartphone again, catching her interest.

"What kind of artifact have you summoned? Is it alive? And how will it assist us in escaping from the prison?" Her voice was brimming with curiosity.

I spent some time explaining to her what a smartphone was. She felt awe-struck when she saw her photo on the screen, but the phone's ability to communicate over long distances amazed her even more. She likened it to telepathy, a power usually attributed to archmages and higher beings.

she looked at me as if she still had more doubts. I hoped she would reign her curiosity; as for right now, I didn't really have the right mindset and time to answer all of her questions.

After a while of staring at me intently, she skeptically asked, 'Okay, let's say you possess the rare legendary summoner class, But why were you alone when we first met? Why weren't you accompanied by any blessed individuals from influential families to protect you?'"

She possesses a valid reason for her doubts, as kings and influential families consistently assign substantial security to apprentice summoners who are in bond contracts with them—something that is widely known due to the well-understood repercussions of becoming a rogue summoner in Lux Continent.

"I have my reasons," I pleaded, "and I'll explain once we escape. But first, I need you to trust me."

Given my past, when I had been essentially useless and my own foolishness had nearly cost me my life, If that golem blow had come from the top, I would have been turned into human paste already. Thankfully, it grazed my right side, though the force was enough to propel me against the wall. Still, the pain from the impact was overwhelming; just thinking about that incident intensified the ache.

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She might be wondering why I didn’t summon any entities or weapons to defend myself even when my life was at stake.

I realize that I will need a great deal of courage to explain to her that I may have transmigrated and assumed control of the boy's body. Given the existence of ghosts and spirits in this world, she might perceive me as a demonic entity that has inhabited the boy.

Also, I was little bit hesitant to reveal my background of this world to her at this point. There's a concern that she could betray me and sell my information to parties with vested interests. This could lead to potential threats of extortion. Despite having some loyal experts on our side, the majority of these experts are allocated by the king to safeguard the kingdom's territories and maintain control, they won't go to war with another kingdom for a low-level summoner like me.

The power dynamics of this world mirror those of my previous planet. While Earth relies on technological advancements, weaponry, and nuclear capabilities to assert power, here, power is derived from sheer manpower. The need for conventional weapons diminishes in the presence of magical superhumans who can rival any weaponry."

After a period of silence, she responded with a resigned sigh on her face, "Alright, I'll trust you, but tell me the plan first." By now, she must have concluded that I could potentially be a rogue newbie summoner.

I told her about my plan to summon a car to escape if the judge sentenced us to death or slavery contracts. She struggled to understand the concept of a car, so I eventually described it as a high-speed mechanical carriage for humans.

Also, if the plan fails and simply trying to escape by a vehicle becomes impossible, I told her to get ready for any drastic measures if a need for combat arise depending on the situation.

After our discussion, she informed me that she needed to rest due to tiredness and the requirement for strength for the next day. I'm aware that a deficiency of moonlight reduces stamina and negatively impacts the spirituality of moon elves, potentially leading to severe instability if prolonged deprivation occurs. Valcy's choice to become a mercenary was puzzling to me, given that elves typically prefer residing within their forests to safeguard their homes.

That night, I didn’t sleep at all. I began to imagine multiple scenarios, and I made plans for each of them.

I anticipate a swift recovery of my spiritual chi. While glancing at my phone, I suddenly realized it was already 3 a.m.

Tera daytime falls an hour shorter than Earth's. Merely a couple more hours, I mused.

As I perused my phone, a strong curiosity arose regarding my missing news. February 16, 2023, was absent from my memory, and today's date now reads September 1, 2025. The entire year of 2024 is a blank due to my loss of consciousness in 2023. Have I truly reincarnated in this realm, retaining all memories from my past life on Earth? If so, time must flow significantly faster here.

Those enigmas could be unraveled later during my leisure moments. However, my current priority was whether I could genuinely summon a vehicle, And if could, what kind of vehicle should I summon? After pondering for a while, a soft chuckle escaped me, This could indeed be an incredible notion; I just need to await a few more hours for the new day to commence.

At approximately 4:30 a.m., Valcy awoke and initiated her meditation. At precisely 7 a.m., as the clock struck the hour, the sound of the metal lock door being opened on the left side of the corridor reached our ears. Four armored guards entered the area. Valcy and I exchanged glances, a silent acknowledgment passing between us. I couldn't help but think that today marked the beginning of our trial. Swiftly, I concealed my phone within the system inventory, ensuring it wouldn't draw any unwanted attention.

"Hey, mate, have you spotted our elf prisoner? She's a real beauty. I was really hoping to experience some elf, but unfortunately, the city lord has already taken an interest in her. I've heard he's intending to have her sign an obedience contract." Their voices carried obscene remarks and laughter as they discussed my elf companion. Valcy appears visibly angered, yet I lock eyes with her, silently urging her not to act recklessly. In hindsight, our sudden arrest might be linked to that lord; he could have orchestrated false charges against us, setting the stage to declare us guilty and coerce us into signing an obedience contract. Damn, I hate this kingdom nobles already.

"yo lads, celebrate because the Lord Judge has chosen to initiate this month's trials ahead of schedule. Get moving quickly; you don't want to make him wait," one of the guards informed us with a sly smile, as he unlocked our cell.

They didn't bother placing any handcuffs on us. They likely dismissed us, thinking a lone ranger without her bow and arrows couldn't pose a threat against four close combat fighters. And of course, what could an unblessed kid like me possibly do against armed guards? I had even donned a simple outfit borrowed from one of our gardeners. At the moment, I resembled nothing more than a disheveled beggar with my messy hair from all that adventuring and rolling in the dirt. There's no way anyone would consider me a noble in any way.

Theoretically, they should truly fear elves, as these skilled warriors excel in various martial arts. However, attempting to defeat them here would only signal our captor to deploy additional troops against us until we become fatigued from continuous combat. Opting for caution in enemy territory remains our most prudent choice at this time.

Four guards took us out of our cell, with two trailing and two leading. We navigated stone stairs for five minutes; the setting resembled that of an underground prison. The atmosphere was remarkably disheartening in this subterranean confinement. En route, I caught sight of a handful of additional prisoners; each bore an elderly, emaciated appearance, displaying signs of malnourishment. Their vigor had waned to the point that they couldn't even spare a glance in our direction.

After a ten-minute ascent up the stairs, we emerged onto the ground floor; evidently, this served as the solitary point of ingress and egress for the subterranean cells. A few more guards were stationed at the entrance; Eventually, they ushered us outside and conducted us all the way to the town square.