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I Am A Wizard Who Can Travel Between Earth And The Other World-Chapter 67 - 69 The Unseen (Part 2)
Their eyes, filled with doubt and anxiety, turned to Gin for guidance.
"What if those things move before the test is complete?"
Marcus asked nervously.
Gin's response was straightforward, almost bemused.
"Then we run."
"Ah…!"
Marcus swallowed hard, still visibly uneasy. Could they truly escape if those monstrous creatures pursued them?
"Let's not lose our nerve just yet.
We'll handle it one step at a time," Gin reassured him before turning to his work.
He began crafting his magic circles, meticulously forming 36 overlapping durability-weakening spells—far more than usual, just to be safe.
Once the formations were complete, he addressed the team again.
"The moment the test succeeds, launch your attacks immediately.
Assume their physical strength is about twice what we faced before.
Their elemental abilities are three times as potent.
Plan your strikes accordingly," he instructed.
Marcus nodded, swiftly dividing the ability-wielders into three groups and finalizing their battle plan.
Having already experienced combat with these creatures, there was little need for elaborate strategy.
The goal was clear: exploit the trolls' weakened defenses and end the fight quickly.
Tension thickened as they prepared for the confrontation.
The three giant trolls loomed in the distance like immovable guardians, but for Gin , they were merely another challenge to overcome.
Just as the relics were nearly packed, dozens of workers flooded into the chamber.
They moved with swift efficiency, carrying large storage crates to meticulously organize and store the artifacts.
The entire process was a blur—an overwhelming wave of activity as they swept through the space and vanished almost as quickly as they had arrived.
The chamber was left barren.
Even the bodies of the giant chitinous trolls had been taken, likely including those stationed in the passageways leading to the main chamber.
Gin stood amidst the now-empty ruin, his eyes drifting once more to the five mysterious symbols suspended in the air. What were they? If they were truly some kind of cipher, what purpose did they serve?
'Does this mean there's something in these ruins that corresponds to those symbols?'
He activated his domain magic again, meticulously scanning the area for any hidden clues. But there was nothing—no suspicious objects, no concealed mechanisms, nothing to suggest a connection to the enigmatic script.
"Not leaving yet?"
Gin turned to find Owen approaching, a cordial smile on his face.
"I'm leaving now," Gin replied, nodding.
Thus ended the first expedition into the ruins.
Back at his hotel, Gin wasted no time. After exchanging brief farewells with the others, he returned to reflect on the day's battles and evaluate his performance.
There were spells he wanted to refine, tactics to improve.
The rest of the logistical matters were now in Jay's hands. Gin had already contacted him beforehand, and by now, Jay was likely negotiating compensation with the Tree Guild.
The base payment was five billion gel, but with Gin's contributions, they might secure more.
Money was always useful. The more he accumulated, the more he could invest in acquiring magical artifacts or other rare resources. After a quick shower, Gin lay on his bed, intending to rest.
However, his thoughts drifted back to the symbols hovering in the ruin—ancient letters that refused to form any coherent meaning.
They reminded him of prime numbers, unique and indivisible, standing apart from any pattern or system.
The symbols lingered in his mind, haunting him like an unsolved puzzle. Gin sat up abruptly, shaking his head to clear his thoughts.
At that moment, his phone rang. Unsurprisingly, it was Jay—the only person from the Shadow Realm who regularly contacted him.
"Yeah, what's up?" Gin answered.
— "Hey! What the hell is this about?"
"What do you mean?"
— "The monster! The armored troll! They're giving you one!"
"What?"
— "You heard me! That mage from the Five Great Houses left one of the trolls for you. What do you want me to do with it?"
Gin blinked in disbelief.
"They're giving me a troll's corpse? Just accept it. What's the problem?"
— "Well, I was thinking of selling it. I know a guy who could pay good money for it."
"Sell it? If they just wanted to give me money, they wouldn't have handed over a troll. There's a reason they gave it to me instead of cash."
There was a pause on the other end. Jay knew Gin was right. Selling a gift from a member of the Five Great Houses could lead to trouble.
— "So… what should we do?"
"Simple. Store it somewhere safe."
— "You think keeping a monster like that is easy?"
"You're a broker. Isn't handling stuff like this part of the job?"
— "Broker, not miracle worker."
"You'll figure it out. I'm hanging up now—I'm busy."
Without waiting for a response, Gin ended the call and tossed the phone aside.
"A troll's corpse… What's Owen playing at?" he muttered. It was clearly an act of goodwill, but Gin knew better than to trust kindness without motive.
Still, the opportunity to study the troll's body was too valuable to ignore.
He suspected the trolls were bio-engineered weapons—artificial constructs. The signs were evident during the battle.
Parts of their anatomy bore deliberate modifications: dulled pain receptors, energy absorption methods that bypassed traditional food intake, and other abnormalities.
'If I can unlock their secrets, I could make huge strides in bio-magical research,' he thought, excitement briefly flickering in his eyes.
Letting out a long breath, he lay back down and began methodically replaying the day's events. His mind drifted to the elite ability-wielders from the Five Great Houses. Could he defeat them if they all attacked at once?
A simulated battle unfolded in his thoughts.
He analyzed everything he had observed in the ruin—their elemental affinities, how they wielded their powers, the interplay between their magic and physical abilities.
'Still a long way to go,' he admitted to himself. freēnovelkiss.com
Fighting opponents of their caliber—comparable to or even stronger than Alaric—would not be easy. Virtual battles could only account for so much. Real combat was unpredictable, full of variables that simulations could not replicate.
Consumed by these thoughts, Gin spent the night in deep focus, running through countless scenarios until he finally drifted off to sleep.
His dreams were filled with echoes of the battles yet to come.
The next morning, a loud pounding on his door jolted him awake.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
"Hey! Open up! I've got a job for you!"