I Am A Wizard Who Can Travel Between Earth And The Other World-Chapter 2 - The Wizards Who Weren’t Supposed to Exist

Gin's eyes snapped to the entrance as a couple hesitated by the door, their gazes fixed on the glowing, rune-laden sign of Café Wizard.

A chill ran down his spine, spreading like frost through his veins.

Magic.

The faint echo of an unfamiliar magical energy brushed past him, teasing the edge of his senses.

For the first time in years, Gin felt a ripple in the world he thought he knew.

The air outside Café Wizard carried the faint aroma of roasted beans, an inviting scent that masked the undercurrent of magic within. Michael trailed behind Alberta, muttering his discontent as they approached the café's entrance.

"Coffee is coffee, no matter where you drink it," Michael grumbled. "What's the big deal?"

"Oh, stop whining and follow me," Alberta shot back, her tone sharp with impatience. "My friends said this place is amazing. You'll see."

As they stepped through the doors, the atmosphere shifted. The hum of quiet conversation blended seamlessly with the rich aroma of expertly brewed coffee, creating an ambiance both comforting and otherworldly.

Michael's eyes immediately landed on the man behind the counter— Gin. A knowing smirk spread across his face.

"Figures. Your friends only care about looks, huh?"

Alberta turned her head, and her eyes widened slightly as she took in Gin's presence. His calm demeanor and striking appearance seemed almost too perfect, as though he didn't belong to the mundane world around them.

"No one said anything about a barista like that working here," she murmured, more to herself than to Michael.

Michael chuckled, his voice tinged with mischief.

"Oh, you're starting already. But this time, I can't argue. That guy's ridiculously handsome."

Albert's confidence flared, and she made her declaration.

"I'm getting his number."

Michael rolled his eyes. "You think he'll give it to you? He probably has an ego the size of Everest."

Albert's grin widened. "If a girl makes the first move, of course he'll give it to me. My success rate is flawless, and you know it."

Michael sighed, resigned. He had seen this play out too many times before. Alberta

was bold and unapologetic when it came to men she found attractive. Relationships, for her, were fleeting, nothing more than a brief spark before she moved on.

"You're a menace to men," Michael muttered. "One day, karma's going to catch up to you."

Alberta

laughed. "A menace? I treat them like kings."

Michael shook his head, glancing at Gin with a touch of sympathy.

"Call it cruel hope," he murmured, silently wishing the barista luck in evading Alberta's charm.

Alberta strode confidently to the counter. Her focus was fixed on Gin, ignoring the current barista, Wayn, entirely.

"I'd like to order from him," she said, nodding toward Gin.

Wayn blinked, startled, and turned instinctively to Gin, who had already been watching the pair. His expression remained calm, his sharp eyes quietly observing. Without a word, he rose from his seat and approached the counter.

"I'll handle it," he said simply, his tone carrying an air of authority.

Albert's smile grew sly as Gin took his place behind the counter.

"Two hot Americanos, please."

She slid her card forward, a business card tucked beneath it.

Gin accepted both, his gaze briefly flickering over the card: Alberta– Manager, Special Resource Management Division, Young Corporation.

"What's this?" he asked, his voice neutral.

Alberta's smile deepened. "Call me sometime. I'd love to grab a meal with you. How about it?"

Gin's expression didn't change as he slipped the card into his pocket.

"I'll think about it," he replied evenly.

Satisfied, Alberta nodded and motioned for Michael to follow her to a nearby table.

As Gin returned to his work, an imperceptible shift rippled through the café. The enchantments he had carefully woven into the space—spells to maintain tranquility and subtle order—wavered slightly under the weight of Albert's bold energy.

Gin sighed quietly, his focus sharpening.

From the magical core within his chest, threads of energy unfurled, connecting to the hidden runes etched throughout the café. With a thought, he reinforced the enchantments, restoring the delicate balance of calm.

Meanwhile, Alberta and Michael remained blissfully unaware.

"This is incredible," Alberta murmured, savoring the coffee's complexity.

Even Michael, who usually dismissed coffee as nothing more than bitter water, was stunned.

"Holy—this is amazing," he muttered, the flavors exploding across his palate in a way that felt almost magical.

Michael glanced around, puzzled by the lack of reaction from other patrons.

"How are they not freaking out? This stuff's unreal."

Alberta, lost in her reverie, smirked.

"I feel like I've been cheated out of life. How did I not know about this place?"

But Gin's attention was no longer on them.

For the first time in six years, Gin had found them—other wizards.

Their magical presence was faint, almost imperceptible, yet unmistakable. They were weak, their reserves barely above those of ordinary humans.

But their existence changed everything.

If wizards like Alberta and Michael existed, then surely stronger ones did as well.

The realization sent a ripple through Gin's mind.

His peaceful sanctuary, carefully maintained for years, was on the brink of transformation.

As the two continued to sip their enchanted coffee, Gin's thoughts raced.

Their inexperience showed—unlike him, they left traces of magic wherever they went.

He could follow those traces easily.

Alberta ordered another coffee to go, her confidence undiminished as she locked eyes with Gin one final time.

"Don't forget to call—or text if that's easier. I'll be waiting," she said before striding out of the café, leaving Gin to watch her retreating figure.

Moments later, Gin addressed his staff.

"I'm not feeling well.

I'm heading out early."

Leslie and Wayn fretted, urging him to rest and take care of himself.

Gin offered a faint smile and stepped out into the crisp evening air.

Alberta and Michael were gone, but their magical energy lingered faintly in the air.

Gin followed the traces with deliberate steps, his expression calm, though his thoughts were anything but.

For years, he had searched for others like himself. Now, the hunt had begun anew. And if weak wizards existed, it was only a matter of time before he encountered something far more dangerous.

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