I Am A Wizard Who Can Travel Between Earth And The Other World-Chapter 6 - The Forgotten Mages

Most importantly, this portal was not the only one.

As the final mage stepped through the portal, Gin made his decision. This was not his usual approach—he preferred thorough research and careful planning before taking action. Yet now, an unrelenting impulse urged him forward. Was it the portal itself calling to him, or the instincts of a true mage?

He didn't know, but it didn't matter. He was going.

Gin vaulted over the railing, descending from the fifth floor to the first in a single leap. His distortion magic cloaked his presence, creating only a ripple of visual dissonance. No sound escaped him, but his anomaly was quickly noticed in the brightly lit atrium.

"There's something there! Stop it!" someone shouted from above.

The mages below turned, startled, but it was too late. In a single motion, Gin dashed into the portal, vanishing into its glowing blue light.

A narrow alley between towering buildings shimmered with faint light before Gin appeared, seemingly from nowhere. He pressed himself against the wall, scanning his surroundings. The alley was empty, though the faint murmur of life came from its far end, where people bustled about.

Emerging cautiously, Gin stepped into the open. A sprawling city unfolded before him—modern and vibrant, indistinguishable at first glance from Earth. If someone claimed he was still in London, he might have believed them.

But there were differences. Subtle currents of magic pulsed through the air, faint but unmistakable. He felt it in the cars, in the buildings, and even in the passersby. This was no ordinary world.

Gin's journey into the unknown had only just begun.

Gin studied the man who had approached him. The stranger's mana was immense—nearly thirty times greater than Alberta's.

By Earth's standards, he could be considered a novice mage, but here, his strength was undeniable.

The man smirked, his tone casual but loaded with intrigue.

"You've got some skills. Interested in taking on a job?"

"A job?" Gin repeated carefully. The word was simple enough to pronounce, and he managed it without issue.

Pointing a finger at Gin's body, the man chuckled. "That power you're radiating—pretty obvious you're letting it flow on purpose.

Judging by how much I can sense, you're way stronger than me, but you're not even trying to hide it."

So, he had noticed the swirling mana Gin kept circulating within. It wasn't surprising; though Gin had prevented the mana from leaking outward, its turbulence was perceptible to anyone sensitive enough.

He's sharp, Gin thought. But like the others, he has no core.

This man's mana was evenly distributed throughout his body, with no central source.

"Anyway," the man continued, jerking his chin toward a side street. "The job's simple. If you're interested, follow me."

Without waiting for a reply, he turned and swaggered off, his gait reminiscent of a street thug. Gin hesitated briefly before deciding to follow.

He'd hear the man out and decide from there.

His life had been quiet and methodical on Earth, but this new world was anything but. The constant activity and uncertainty felt strangely invigorating, as if his senses had been sharpened by the chaos around him.

The man led him to a lavishly decorated bar, its entrance adorned with vibrant lights. Just past the doors, a spiral staircase descended into the ground, its steps crafted from layered marble slabs.

Even the stairs exuded opulence.

As they descended, the air grew cooler. At the bottom lay a narrow corridor that twisted and turned like a labyrinth.

Doors lined the walls at irregular intervals, and the man navigated the maze with practiced ease.

Gin followed, memorizing the path effortlessly.

He even reconstructed parts of the corridor they hadn't traversed, forming a mental map of the underground establishment.

Despite its grandeur, the bar was eerily quiet. A handful of people moved about, far too few for a place of its size. The man glanced back and grinned.

"Feels empty, doesn't it? It's a night business. Place gets packed once the sun sets—standing room only. We're kind of a big deal around here."

His tone was smug, almost boastful. Gin gave him a mechanical nod, humoring him.

"Here we are."

At the end of the corridor, the man opened a door and gestured for Gin to enter. Sensing others inside, Gin prepared himself, mana coiling defensively within him. His heart quickened, not from fear but from an unfamiliar excitement—a fierce, almost primal anticipation.

Since when do I enjoy conflict? he wondered, surprised by his own reaction. He forced his emotions under control and stepped through the door.

The room fell silent as all eyes turned to him. But the violent confrontation he had braced for did not come.

"Alright, let's do some introductions," the man announced cheerfully. "We'll be working together, after all."

The oldest man in the room, a stout figure seated at the back, spoke first. "Ferrari."

Despite his unassuming appearance, Ferrari's mana was twice as powerful as the man who had brought Gin here, making him the most formidable presence in the room.

One by one, the others introduced themselves, each possessing mana levels slightly higher than their recruiter. Finally, they turned to Gin, who gave the name he had prepared.

"Gin."

With that, the introductions were complete.

The man who had brought Gin grinned and gestured to himself with his thumb. "I'm Jay. Weird name, right?"

Gin's eyes brightened. A British name? The pronunciation was unmistakably authentic. This suggested one of two possibilities: either Britishers had a presence in this world, or people from Earth had been crossing into it for some time.

Jay looked around at the group and clapped his hands. "Alright, let's get moving."

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"Moving?" Ferrari asked, narrowing his eyes.

Jay grinned, his tone dripping with mockery. "What, you thought the job was nearby? High-class work stays in the city center. Guys like us—outcasts—get sent to the outskirts. It's only natural."

"The outskirts?" Ferrari scowled. "You didn't mention that."

"Relax," Jay said dismissively. "It's not like we're leaving the city entirely. And besides, this is a request from the Fishmongers Guild.

That's all the protection we need."

The mention of the Fishmongers Guild silenced the room. Even Gin's eyes narrowed in surprise. So, it all ties back to them.

Jay smirked at the reaction. "Now, come on. We'd better leave before the girls who work here show up. Don't need them getting distracted."

He glanced pointedly at Gin, whose striking appearance had already caught attention in the bar.

"Got a mask?" Gin asked.

"Of course. Everyone wears one." Jay fetched black masks for the group.

Gin donned his, though even concealed, his features radiated an air of refinement.

"Alright," Jay said, waving them toward a waiting van. "Let's move. I'll explain on the way."

As the group climbed into the vehicle, Jay's grin widened.

The Fishmongers Guild had tasked him with finding "bait" for the outskirts—a role perfect for expendable yet promising recruits. Today's haul was extraordinary: four new hires, including Ferrari and Gin, whose mana levels were staggering.

Jay leaned back in the van, confident in his ability to manipulate these newcomers into playing their roles perfectly.

"Outskirts work can get messy," he began. "There are rumors of beast-like entities—'Malice Beasts.'"

"Malice Beasts?" Ferrari's face turned pale. The others shifted uncomfortably, while Gin's interest sharpened.

Beasts imbued with malice? Now this is worth investigating.

"Don't worry," Jay said with a grin. "It's nothing you can't handle... probably."