I Am A Wizard Who Can Travel Between Earth And The Other World-Chapter 1 - The Wizard’s Sanctuary

The morning sun bathed the cobblestone street in a warm, golden glow as Gin Windsor stepped out of his café.

The soft breeze carried the intoxicating aroma of freshly roasted coffee, mingling with the tranquil hum of the waking city. Gin paused, his gaze lifting to the sign above the door.

Café Wizard.

The name unfurled across the signboard in an elegant, flowing script, radiating sophistication and charm.

A year had passed since the café first opened its doors, yet the sight of that sign still stirred a profound sense of pride within him.

This was no ordinary establishment—it was Gin's masterpiece, a sanctuary crafted with meticulous care and infused with his vision. Even the sign itself was his handiwork, a tangible testament to his personal touch.

As he basked in the morning's serenity, the cheerful voice of Wayn, one of the café's morning staff members, broke the stillness.

"Good morning!" she greeted, her radiant smile lighting up the scene.

Gin turned, his own smile softening his features as he waved back. Wayn, slightly flustered, gave a small nod and quickly slipped inside, ready to prepare for the bustling day ahead.

The staff at Café Wizard were unlike any other, carefully selected not only for their charm and character but also for their ability to create a warm and harmonious atmosphere. Gin's team of eight part-timers—six women and two men—worked seamlessly to maintain the café's unique allure.

From the moment its doors first opened, the café had become an undeniable success. Word of its exceptional coffee and ambiance spread quickly, drawing a steady stream of patrons. Once someone visited, they almost always returned, their loyalty cemented by the café's enchanting atmosphere and unparalleled coffee.

Despite its spacious interior, the café was perpetually bustling. Finding an empty seat was often a challenge, yet customers never complained.

Even the slightly premium prices were met with acceptance, as if the café's magic justified the expense.

Everything unfolded with an almost surreal perfection, a seamless rhythm Gin had come to expect.

This was Café Wizard.

And Gin Windsor was no ordinary man. He was a wizard.

A seemingly ordinary day unfolded as Gin Windsor resumed his quiet, methodical work. Though the café had only been open a little over a year, it had already carved out a significant reputation, not just for its coffee but for the striking allure of its staff—especially its owner.

Gin carried his good looks effortlessly, as though they were an inherent part of him. And in a way, they were.

A wizard's magical prowess didn't just enhance their power; it transformed their physical form. Skin became flawless, features refined, posture straightened, and even their height adjusted—symmetrical and perfected by the natural flow of magic within. Gin, aware of the attention he commanded, paid it little mind. His focus lay elsewhere.

The soul of Café Wizard was the special drip coffee that Gin personally crafted.

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The café offered a variety of high-quality machine-brewed drinks, but it was the addition of Gin's hand-blended, enchanted coffee that elevated each cup. As he meticulously poured the freshly brewed coffee into large containers, a sly grin tugged at his lips.

"And now, a spoonful of magic," he murmured.

With practiced precision, Gin infused each batch with a measured dose of magical energy. It had taken countless attempts to perfect the balance—too much magic, and the drink overwhelmed the senses; too little, and its effects were underwhelming. The result, however, was extraordinary: a coffee so rich and complex that it transcended the ordinary, transforming each sip into an unforgettable experience.

Customers returned not from addiction but from a deep, instinctive longing. The subtle infusion of magic provided benefits even to ordinary people—relieving fatigue, purging toxins, and occasionally boosting energy by burning excess fat. The effects were gentle, requiring consistent consumption over time, but their impact was undeniable.

Reflecting on the café's success, Gin marveled at how far he had come. A year into running the café, business had stabilized, leaving him with fewer responsibilities.

While most entrepreneurs might consider expanding or franchising, Gin dismissed such thoughts. His priorities lay elsewhere—his true calling was the study of magic.

It had been on his seventeenth birthday that Gin first stepped onto the path of magic. Orphaned, he knew little of his origins, and the cost of his transformation was steep: all memories of his first seventeen years were erased. In return, knowledge of magic began to bloom in his mind, like pages of an ancient tome revealing themselves one by one.

The process was systematic—master one concept, and the next would appear. Though Gin had lost his past, he felt no regret. Judging by what little he could piece together, his early years hadn't been happy.

To master magic, Gin realized he needed more than raw power. He threw himself into learning, exploring physics, mathematics, and countless other disciplines. His studies eventually led him to university, where he pursued a degree in physics. Though the institution wasn't the country's top, Gin's intellect and magical insight made academic success effortless.

By his second year, Gin understood the importance of stability to his magical pursuits. Thus, Café Wizard was born—a sanctuary meticulously planned and executed to support both his magical studies and his livelihood.

A Stirring in the Magic

Now, on the cusp of graduation, Gin reflected on the balance he had achieved. The café was thriving, and his dreams extended beyond its walls. He aspired to own the building it occupied, creating a network of self-sustaining businesses that would free him to focus entirely on magic.

As Gin worked, his mind wandered, searching for solutions to the invisible wall that had recently stalled his magical progress. Stacks of research papers lay before him, drawing inspiration from fields like mathematics and theoretical physics.

The café's familiar hum filled the air—customers chatting, reading, and working at their laptops. Gin glanced around, taking a calming breath. At 23, he had been a wizard for only six years. Time was on his side.

But then, something shifted.