I Am A Wizard Who Can Travel Between Earth And The Other World-Chapter 46 - 48 The Mage’s Gambit

Thin strands of magical energy spun outward from the core, weaving into a complex spell circle. Mages typically drew these formations externally, which made it difficult to identify their primary specialization without observing the way they crafted their spells.

For now, Gin had confirmed both the mage's presence and the structure of their core. The next step was simple—continue monitoring their magic and be ready to counter any move.

As Gin distributed his magical resources across his information field, one of the enemy ability users suddenly charged forward.

'Amateurs,' he thought. Such attackers were hardly a challenge anymore. Gin's recent battles had honed his instincts and sharpened his combat experience.

While weak opponents still provided valuable lessons, relying too heavily on these encounters could dull one's senses when facing a stronger adversary.

To stay prepared, Gin often visualized intense combat scenarios in his mind—a habit he planned to develop further upon his return to Earth.

But here, in this hidden world, there were tasks only he could perform.

Gin quickly constructed a spell circle, his calculations flowing effortlessly. His speed had improved with every battle, and a simple shield would be more than enough to handle this reckless attacker.

He deployed a magical field infused with dual properties: physical repulsion and rebound force.

There had been a time when he would have struggled to integrate two attributes so swiftly.

Now, it felt almost too easy.

If the charging enemy were attuned to the flow of magic, they might have sensed the field and slowed their advance.

'I'll have to fine-tune the timing next time,' Gin noted.

His capacity to calculate and deploy spells was accelerating. He could feel it—this battle would push his abilities even further.

With a resonant THUD, the enemy collided with the field and was violently repelled, their body flung through the air. Gin observed the aftermath. The assailant had lost consciousness, their magical energy scattering chaotically. They wouldn't be able to fight again in this encounter.

Finally, the mage among the enemy forces stirred, activating their core. Gin's eyes gleamed as he adjusted his information field to track the spell's development.

This mage was skilled, extracting energy from their core at a disciplined pace. Moreover, they had positioned themselves strategically, surrounded by loyal protectors who would defend them with their lives.

'Impressive,' Gin admitted, watching the unfolding spell. He quickly analyzed the structure, deducing its nature.

'A fireball spell. Starting at the circle, using a magical rail to guide it to its target.'

The rail extended, cutting a direct path toward Alberta's location. No—Jin-hee wasn't the intended target. The spell aimed for the core leaders of the Fishmongers Guild standing near her.

'Why are mages in this world so reckless with their tactics?' Gin wondered. He needed only minimal interference to counter this attack. If he disrupted the magical rail, the fireball would be redirected.

Swiftly, Gin channeled energy from his core.

Speed was crucial. His spell circle flared to life, and he infused the rail with his own magical particles. The rail bent gently, twisting back toward its origin like a serpent turning on its master. The enemy mage's oversight had been in leaving the rail incomplete near the target, making it all too easy for Gin to seize control.

The new rail formed rapidly, absorbing surrounding magic.

In seconds, it outpaced the enemy's original spell by a factor of three.

The fireball surged forward with terrifying speed, racing along the rail.

Its velocity was designed not just for precision but to overwhelm any potential defense. The enemy mage, Rigen, had tailored the spell with a single purpose: to ensure that by the time the fireball was seen,

it would already be too late to react.

Jadiden and Brayan, standing at the forefront, froze in terror as they saw the incoming inferno. Their eyes widened to the point of near agony. Even Alberta went pale, her body instinctively stiffening as the wave of heat roared toward them.

It was a force they could not block. The fireball was upon them in an instant, leaving no time to respond.

The searing air surged forward, suffocatingly hot and filled with the promise of destruction.

Gin stood atop the van, watching the chaos unfold through his information field. The enemy had underestimated him. Magic rippled through the field as his modified rail directed the fireball's trajectory. Gin's fingers flexed, and with a final surge of focus, he activated the next phase of his counterspell.

The fireball twisted sharply, its infernal core collapsing inward as it hurtled back toward the enemy forces.

Panic erupted as the enemy ability users scattered in all directions. Even the mage, Ruben, was caught off guard. He hastily attempted to reassert control over the spell, but Gin's modifications had severed his influence entirely.

The fireball detonated in mid-air, engulfing a wide area in a blast of fire and shockwaves. Enemy combatants screamed as the explosion rocked the battlefield. Gin's spell had not only neutralized the threat but turned it into an overwhelming counterattack.

Alberta exhaled shakily, her senses returning to her. She glanced toward the source of salvation, her eyes narrowing in suspicion and awe.

'Gin… What are you?'

Jaiden and Brayan exchanged glances, their expressions a mixture of fear and grudging admiration.

The tide of the battle had shifted, but the fight was far from over.

From his vantage point, Gin assessed the situation. The enemy mage was still standing, though visibly shaken. Gin smirked coldly. The next move was his to make.

Ruben meticulously wove his spell with expert precision. The massive fireball roared down the magical rail, its speed blinding.

He observed the scene with satisfaction, nodding to himself. Every calculation had aligned perfectly.

Without pausing to admire his work, he immediately began preparations for the next spell.

A true mage could never afford to rest after a single cast. Constant anticipation and preparation—that was the mark of a master.

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'Mages like Rigen aren't worth the title,' Ruben thought dismissively.

Just as he extracted new threads of mana from his core, his eyes widened in disbelief. What he saw defied all reason. His fireball, which had nearly reached the enemy line, suddenly reversed course, performing a sharp U-turn.

It blazed back toward him with terrifying speed—far faster than when he had first launched it.

WHOOSH!

BOOM!

The fireball detonated violently, engulfing the battlefield in a sea of flames. The deafening roar of the explosion and the crackling of fire filled the air. Rudel Asen stood frozen, his thoughts in disarray. The carefully drawn mana threads unraveled and dispersed into the void.

Slowly regaining his senses, Ruben turned to survey the aftermath. The fireball had struck the area where their own ability users were most concentrated.

Though no one had died outright, many lay gravely injured, their bodies covered in severe burns.

The scene sent a cold shiver down his spine. He had caused this.

Grinding his teeth, Ruben forced himself to focus. Mana threads surged from his core as he hastily constructed a new spell circle. This time, the process was swift—etched into his memory from countless repetitions.

A spell to absorb flames.

The fires scattered across the battlefield converged toward the circles Ruben deployed.

As he walked through the sea of fire, he placed additional circles at strategic intervals, methodically extinguishing the blaze.

The flames vanished quickly, but the damage remained. The injured groaned in agony, and the survivors' morale had been shaken.

Ruben turned to the security commander of Merentil Pharmaceuticals, the leader of their defense.

Unlike the others, the commander had deflected the flames with his own mana, emerging unscathed.

Despite Ruben's earlier misstep, command now rested with the security leader. Ruben would follow his orders—so long as they weren't absurd.

He wasn't about to charge recklessly into the frontlines at anyone's behest.

The commander's gaze darkened.

"Does this mean the enemy has a mage?"