I Am A Wizard Who Can Travel Between Earth And The Other World-Chapter 8 - An Unexpected Request

They had arrived at a wide, unpaved clearing dotted with parked vehicles. People milled about, their mana levels unimpressive—on par with the other recruits from the van. Few, if any, matched Ferrari's strength.

So, this place is full of mediocrities, Gin mused.

His keen eyes swept over the group. And still no cores. Why are there so few mages here with proper cores? And why are so many of them so... unrefined? Is it because of the chaotic nature of the mana in this world?

He had firsthand experience with the effects of this world's mana, so the rough, almost brutish appearance of the local mages didn't surprise him.

As he observed, the crowd began to stir.

A figure entered the clearing, radiating overwhelming mana. This individual's power rivaled the chaotic energy Gin had been carefully spinning within himself.

Unlike the others, the newcomer's mana was refined—concentrated and purified through some unknown technique.

His appearance reflected this control; he lacked the rough edges of his peers, instead exuding a calm and composed presence.

He must be from the Fishmongers Guild, Gin thought.

Sure enough, the brokers quickly ushered their recruits forward, presenting them like offerings. Gin followed suit, stepping closer to the man.

At that moment, a wave of alien mana swept across the clearing. Gin stiffened—it was faint, but unmistakable. No one else seemed to notice.

The guild representative surveyed the group, his gaze sharp. After a moment, he nodded. "Acceptable. This group will suffice."

His tone carried an air of authority, leaving no room for doubt.

The recruits exchanged uneasy glances, feeling the insurmountable gap in power between themselves and the guild representative. None dared to challenge him—it was clear that crossing such a man would mean certain death.

"I am Jaiden, from the Fishmongers Guild," the man announced, his voice cutting through the uneasy murmurs. "Your task is simple: infiltrate Shedim's base and destroy everything you see."

The room grew tense, and one man hesitantly raised his hand. "What if there's a Malice Beast there? It's impossible for us to handle one on our own."

Jaiden shook his head firmly. "There won't be a Malice Beast. Even Shedim wouldn't be foolish enough to keep one at their headquarters. If city inspectors were to raid the place, the organization would be obliterated in an instant."

The questioner nodded, seemingly convinced.

Jaiden continued, his voice steady but commanding. "Shedim is split into two groups: those stationed at their headquarters and those managing the Malice Beast.

The latter is our guild's responsibility. You will focus on the base." His sharp gaze swept across the recruits.

"This will be dangerous, but we've paid you handsomely to face that danger. Earn your keep. That's all."

With that, Jaiden turned to the brokers, silently signaling them to take over.

"Alright, folks, you heard him!" one of the brokers shouted. "Let's get moving. Time to make that money!"

The brokers herded their recruits, pushing them into motion like cattle. As they shuffled forward, Gin glanced back at Jaiden, whose calm demeanor masked an intensity in his eyes.

I don't like that look, Gin thought as he walked on.

As the recruits left, several members of the Fishmongers Guild approached Jaiden. Among them was Chris, the guild's deputy leader.

"Are they all gone?" Chris asked, his voice low and conspiratorial.

Jaiden nodded. "They'll suffice. They should attract enough attention to keep Shedim busy."

Chris chuckled darkly. "Heh. I've got to hand it to you. Shedim isn't an easy group to handle, but this way, we barely have to lift a finger. Brilliant."

Jaiden's expression hardened. "It's not over yet. We've just begun. Things could still go wrong if we let our guard down."

"Relax," Chris replied with a dismissive wave. "We're well-prepared. The team handling the Malice Beast knows what they're doing. Their skills are top-notch."

"Timing is critical," Jaiden reminded him.

"I know, I know. We'll move on the base after they've dealt with the Malice Beast. I've already told them to leave a gap before making their move. They're smart—they'll handle it."

Jaiden frowned but nodded reluctantly. Chris patted him on the shoulder, his grin widening.

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"Don't worry so much. Even if something goes wrong, we'll clean it up. That's what we do, isn't it?"

"Understood," Jaiden replied, though the unease in his chest remained.

The group split into two teams: one heading for Shedim's base, the other toward the location of the Malice Beast.

The recruits were led to a desolate, shadowed part of the city. The air was thick with a nauseating mix of blood and urine, and the streets were lined with dilapidated buildings. Between them, abandoned warehouses and empty lots added to the eerie atmosphere.

Most of the recruits wrinkled their noses, clearly out of their element. For many, this was their first time in the outskirts.

"See that five-story building with the lights on?" one broker pointed. "That's your target."

The building stood out in the darkness, its illuminated windows a stark contrast to the surrounding gloom.

"No streetlights here, huh?" someone muttered.

Jay chuckled bitterly. "Streetlights? In this part of the city? You'd sooner find grass growing in the central districts than a single light out here."

Another broker stepped forward. "Alright, listen up. It's simple: go in, smash everything, and kill anyone you see."

The word kill sent a shiver through the recruits, some visibly flinching. But they were trapped. Backing out wasn't an option—not with the money they needed hanging in the balance.

The brokers shoved them forward, forcing the hesitant ones to stumble toward the building. Resigned to their fates, the group began moving, a mix of determination and dread etched on their faces.

As the recruits advanced, the brokers retreated. Their job was done; they had no intention of sticking around.

All except Jay, who stayed hidden nearby, watching the scene unfold.

"Damn it," he muttered, glaring at the recruits. "Like moths to a flame."

The recruits trudged toward Shedim's stronghold, unaware of the fate that awaited them.