I Am A Wizard Who Can Travel Between Earth And The Other World

Gin stood silently, his gaze fixed on the three bracelets laid out on the table before him. Each artifact shimmered faintly under the light, their hidden powers waiting to be revealed.

One had been a gift from Kyrie Lynchfield, while the other two were from Owen Freeden. Inside each box were detailed explanations of their functions.

The first bracelet, Kyrie's gift, was designed to enhance mana control by collecting and channeling magical energy directly into the user.

For most mages, it would be invaluable, accelerating their mastery over mana manipulation.

But not for Gin.

For someone like him, whose body was already saturated with mana, such an artifact was redundant. His core had long been refined to a level where gathering mana was effortless.

Even if he expended all his energy, he could easily replenish it over time. With a subtle push, he slid the bracelet aside for later analysis.

Next, he examined Owen's protective artifact.

"Now this is impressive," he murmured.

The artifact's description detailed its capabilities: it could project an automatic shield upon detecting a sudden, high-impact force.

The protective barrier was robust enough to withstand conventional weapons, and its activation was instantaneous—faster than any manual spell Gin could cast.

Such a mechanism was critical for survival. In a deadly encounter, a shield that deployed even a split second too late would be worthless. Gin nodded approvingly and placed the bracelet alongside the first.

Finally, his eyes rested on the last bracelet—the spatial artifact.

There was no accompanying manual for this one.

However, he recalled Owen mentioning that it had been discovered in what was believed to be an ancient food storage site.

If true, there could be a substantial supply of preserved resources within its dimensional space.

But that was secondary.

The real prize was the artifact's potential to grant him access to his own personal subspace—a feature that would transform how he operated.

With such a tool, he could carry vast amounts of equipment and supplies anywhere he went.

Gin inhaled deeply and began inspecting the artifact's security measures.

"Wow…" he whispered, his eyes widening in shock.

The defense system surrounding the artifact was far more complex than anything he had encountered before. Layers of interconnected security spells created an intricate web, each linked to another in a baffling array of contingencies. No wonder Owen had warned him about it. Disabling these barriers would require days, if not weeks, of painstaking effort.

Reluctantly, Gin set the artifact down. He couldn't afford to dive into such an intensive project right now.

The looming confrontation with the underground workshop took precedence. Even with the mercenary teams Jay had hired, the outcome would depend heavily on Gin's direct involvement.

'I'll deal with this artifact after I've cleaned up the workshop.'

Still, one thought lingered in his mind. Why did artifacts like this require such excessive security, unlike the magical tools he created himself? Most protective enchantments were designed to safeguard a tool's internal mechanisms, not lock it away from use entirely. But artifacts—especially those inscribed with ancient runes—followed a different logic altogether.

With a sigh, Gin stored the bracelets securely in his research vault. For now, the mystery would have to wait.

Gin walked through the dim, desolate streets of the city outskirts. His destination was a small, secluded building—one of the many locations Jay had pointed out during their strategy meeting.

The outskirts were known to be perilous. Vagrants, criminal syndicates, rogue guilds, and ability-user teams all operated in these shadowy areas.

Turf wars were a common occurrence, their chaotic skirmishes often spilling into the streets.

Tonight, however, the streets were eerily silent. There wasn't a soul in sight.

'Odd...'

Gin expanded his sensory field, using mana to extend his awareness across a 300-meter radius.

No threats revealed themselves—only a few scattered civilians on the far edges of his range. Even the usual drifters and gang members seemed to have vanished.

'This can't be normal. Not in a place like this.'

He approached the edge of the street where his destination should soon come into view.

Just then, a cacophony of noise shattered the quiet.

BOOM! CRACK!

The ground trembled as explosions and arcs of electricity echoed through the night. Shouts and screams followed in bursts, signaling that a battle was already underway.

Gin sighed.

'Of course it couldn't be simple.'

Both he and Jay had anticipated this possibility. The workshop's leaders were seasoned survivors of the black market. They wouldn't fall for an obvious trap without resistance.

The trap itself—hiring ability-user teams to confront them—might have been too transparent from their perspective.

Gin paused in the street, weighing his options.

'They're probably hoping I'll rush toward the fight. If I do, I'll play right into their hands.'

The hired teams were likely in danger, and the enemy might be counting on Gin's instinct to intervene. Instead of reacting impulsively, he decided to assess the situation further.

Expanding his mana field once more, he focused on the battleground ahead.

The information flooded in rapidly.

The hired teams had emerged from a small building and now stood in an open clearing, surrounded on all sides.

Sparks of lightning and bursts of magical energy flashed like distant fireworks, illuminating the tense stand-off.

Gin narrowed his eyes.

'Let's see what you're really after.'

The trap was in motion, and both sides were playing their parts. It was time to discover who would make the first critical mistake.

The group of ability users crouched low behind their cluster of enchanted shields, focusing entirely on defense.

Despite the barrage of gunfire and the occasional grenade explosion, they remained unharmed. The shields, imbued with magical resilience, absorbed and dispersed each impact effortlessly. Even the lightning-based attacks from the enemy's scattered ability users proved futile, as the shields reflected and redirected the energy, causing minor but cumulative damage to the attackers.

Further away, a massive container truck rumbled into view. Gin noticed its approach through his expanded mana field.

The enemy likely intended to use the truck to ram through the defenses, perhaps aiming to scatter the shield-bearers.

'Let's see how that plays out.'

A collision at full speed would only result in the truck's destruction, but if they advanced slowly and steadily, they might exert enough force to breach the defensive line. Still, the situation didn't seem dire enough for immediate intervention. Gin remained watchful.

Moments later, the true adversaries made their entrance. Gin detected them entering his mana field—Aragay Jacet, the underground workshop leader, accompanied by two powerful ability users. Gin recognized Jacet from their previous encounter during the tournament. The group carried an overwhelming presence, their mana surging like a storm.