I Am A Wizard Who Can Travel Between Earth And The Other World-Chapter 10 - An Unleashed Mage

Gin stayed in the shadows, refraining from taking center stage. Instead, he focused on drawing more mana, releasing it not as precise threads but as a diffuse mist.

Though less efficient, spreading mana like a fog was quicker and more suited to the chaotic situation.

However, controlling such dispersed mana was an entirely different challenge.

This isn't going as smoothly as I'd hoped, he thought. The unruly nature of the chaotic mana in this world made it difficult to maintain control once it spread. He decided to reinforce it with mana from his core.

The instant his core's refined mana mixed into the fog, everything changed. Control returned, sharp and precise. The mist spread toward the Malice Beast, enveloping it in a thin veil. Gin's mana began feeding him information: the coarse texture of fur, the resistance of toughened hide, and the pathways leading through its respiratory system, down into its lungs.

Good, he thought, his eyes narrowing.

Two magic circles appeared in the air before him, intricately woven from threads of his mana. He infused them with intent, knowing the beast's apparent lethargy could shift into ferocious violence at any moment.

The first spell activated silently.

A powerful shield, imbued with kinetic energy, materialized between the beast and the group of recruits.

At the same time, the second spell layered the shield with elemental frost, binding the barrier with an icy aura.

Gin had analyzed the beast's fur and hide. It was resilient against fire but vulnerable to cold.

Just as the shield solidified, the beast lunged.

Boom!

The Malice Beast slammed headfirst into the barrier.

The impact hurled it backward, its massive body skidding across the floor.

"Graaaaah!"

Its roar, a mix of pain and fury, shook the air.

Frost from the shield clung to its snout and spread rapidly, freezing the beast from its jaws upward.

Gin didn't wait.

Two more magic circles appeared before him, their complexity growing as he wove his next moves.

A thin layer of water coated the floor beneath the beast. Moments later, the water froze, forming jagged spikes of ice that erupted upward.

Crunch!

The icy spears pierced the Malice Beast's underside. Though its hide was tough, the force was enough to break through. Blood seeped from the wounds as the beast roared again, its anger giving way to desperation.

Before it could recover, Gin activated his second spell. Electricity surged through the icy spikes, traveling straight into the beast's body.

Crackle!

The violent current coursed through its muscles, leaving burns in its wake. The beast's roars turned to screams, its body convulsing uncontrollably.

Smoke rose from its singed fur as the magic wreaked havoc on its insides.

Thud!

The beast collapsed to the ground, its body rigid and unmoving.

Silence filled the room, broken only by the faint sizzle of smoke rising from its charred flesh.

For a moment, everyone stood frozen, staring at the fallen creature in disbelief.

It was Ferrari who broke the silence, his voice shaking. "A... a mage?"

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The recruits erupted into a flurry of whispers.

"Wait, there's an actual mage here?"

"Did you see that? That wasn't just raw mana—that was real magic!"

"Why didn't anyone tell us we had a mage on our side?"

Gin blinked, momentarily taken aback by their reactions. So, real mages are rare in this world. No wonder their methods are so crude.

Despite the commotion, Brett quickly stepped forward and silenced the group. "We're not done yet! The other side still needs help. Let's move!"

The recruits, their morale restored, surged forward with renewed energy. With a mage seemingly backing them, their fears evaporated.

As the group advanced, Gin scratched his cheek and sighed before quietly following them.

On the opposite side of the battlefield, there was no Malice Beast, but that didn't mean the fight was over. While Ban Tae-soo's group had Brett, whose substantial mana reserves and Tae-soo's support had turned the tide quickly, the other side wasn't as fortunate.

They had been utterly outmatched, struggling against the Shedim operatives. Many had suffered injuries, but thankfully, no one had been killed—not yet.

When Tae-soo's group arrived, the momentum shifted almost immediately. The sudden reinforcements struck the Shedim operatives from behind, delivering a devastating surprise attack.

Brett, with his bull-like charge, tore through the enemy's rear ranks, leaving chaos in his wake. The opening he created allowed the recruits to pour in, exploiting the breach with reckless determination. Brett didn't stop, continuing his charge until he split the enemy forces in two. Only then did he loop back to rejoin his allies, regrouping to press the advantage.

With their numbers bolstered and their morale restored, the recruits formed a unified front, pressing down on the Shedim operatives with overwhelming force.

The battle ended faster than anyone anticipated. The Shedim fighters, despite their skill, were no match for the sheer numbers bearing down on them. Slowly but surely, their resistance crumbled.

Brett, flushed with victory, assumed the role of leader without hesitation. Barking orders, he directed the recruits to bind the defeated Shedim operatives with ropes, ensuring none of them could escape.

The captives were dragged to a central location, tied together in a haphazard cluster. With the battle over, the recruits debated their next move. Should they wait for the Belion Guild to arrive and take over, or should they transport the prisoners themselves?

As they gathered around, Brett casually mused aloud, "You think there might be anything valuable lying around?"

The recruits exchanged glances, a glint of greed sparking in their eyes.

This is a group that owns a building and has the power to summon a Malice Beast, they thought. There has to be something worth looting here.

Brett, sensing the growing interest, offered a suggestion. "We'll need a few people to guard the prisoners. The rest of us can search the place. Or, we can gather everything here and divide it evenly."

A few recruits murmured their agreement, but someone scoffed. "Guard them? Why bother? They're tied up—they're not going anywhere."

Another recruit, more cautious, shook his head. "You never know. What if one of them escapes or someone else is hiding nearby? If they free the prisoners, we're in serious trouble."

The discussion was interrupted by a chilling voice.

"Then why don't we just kill them all?"

The recruits froze.

"What... what did you just say?" someone stammered.

The voice repeated coldly, "Kill them. Wasn't the mission to wipe them out anyway? Keeping them alive is just going to complicate things. Besides, when the Belion Guild shows up, they'll probably kill them all anyway."

The recruits exchanged uneasy looks. The idea hung in the air, tempting but repulsive.

Many of them hesitated—not out of moral conviction, but because they had never killed before. The very fact that they had become "bait" for this mission implied they were inexperienced, untested in combat, and unfamiliar with the weight of taking a life.