I Am A Wizard Who Can Travel Between Earth And The Other World-Chapter 50 - 52 The Shock

'They'll discover me eventually,' Gin mused.

Unless he secluded himself to focus solely on magical research, his presence in the world of ability users would eventually be revealed. It was an inevitability he had accepted since the day he became entangled with the dimensional portals.

Still, he aimed to delay that moment until he had built sufficient power.

For now, he refined his new defense system. The enhanced shock dispersion differed from Frostin's version. Gin could redirect impacts internally and discharge them in any direction he chose, rather than simply letting them flow outward.

Exhaling deeply, Gin stood, stretched, and flopped onto the bed.

"Just five minutes," he murmured to himself. His mind and body were exhausted, but his work wasn't finished. There was still the matter of analyzing his battle with Ruben.

As he lay in contemplation, Gin reflected on how he had altered Asen's magic. Manipulating another mage's spell was no small feat. It required deconstructing the formula embedded within the spell circle—a process that demanded exceptional precision. Fortunately, Ruben's calculations had been sluggish, giving Tae-soo ample time to intervene.

His modification had been straightforward: he altered the spell's targeted coordinates, redirecting its effects toward Ruben's own position.

To maintain unpredictability, Gin had repeatedly adjusted the spell's structure, ensuring each iteration followed a unique path to the same conclusion.

This experiment had yielded a crucial discovery.

If his opponents could defend against external interference, Gin could bypass their defenses by constructing his own magic circle in an alternate phase of reality.

This concept, though born of improvisation, was grounded in his extensive studies of mathematical and magical theory. It had allowed him to create a hidden circle that Ruben couldn't detect or disrupt.

'He must have been utterly baffled,' Gin thought with a smirk. Ruben would never have understood how his spell's coordinates had changed without any visible alteration.

The secret lay in Gin's phase-shifted magic—a technique that could become a powerful safeguard against enemy interference.

The more Gin pondered, the clearer his understanding became.

His mind expanded, assimilating his knowledge of biological enhancement, dimensional phases, and magical theory into a cohesive whole.

Concepts twisted and reshaped like molten clay, coalescing into a perfect sphere of comprehension within his mental landscape.

A wave of exhilaration washed over him. With his eyes closed, Gin reveled in the intense clarity and satisfaction of his newfound mastery.

Then, he felt it—thick, black liquid oozing from his pores. Though the quantity wasn't large, the stench was overwhelming. Gin winced involuntarily, his nose crinkling at the acrid odor.

"Ugh... this smell is next-level," he muttered, grimacing. He had encountered this phenomenon before. Each time he broke through a significant barrier, impurities and toxins were expelled from his body. However, this time the stench was far worse than anything he had experienced before.

Looking down at his clothes, Gin sighed.

"Guess these are ruined," he said, shaking his head. He would have to dispose of them.

Despite the discomfort, Gin couldn't suppress the triumphant feeling coursing through him.

He clenched his fist, savoring the moment.

He had overcome yet another wall.

And with each step forward, his power grew ever closer to the heights he sought.

Gin decided to switch rooms. The hotel room key he currently held wasn't exclusive—Jay also had a copy. Since Jay could easily unlock any door with his magic, Gin figured it would be simpler to let Jay keep this room and move to the other one Jay had booked.

But first, a much-needed shower.

Moments later, Jay entered the room and immediately gagged, clutching his nose.

"Ugh! What the hell is this smell?!"

It was indescribable—like every vile odor in existence had combined into a single, unbearable stench. No amount of covering his nose helped.

"Urgh... I'm gonna throw up!" he gasped, fighting the urge to vomit. Desperately, he searched the room for Gin.

"Where are you, you bastard?"

Even after checking the bathroom and other areas, Gin was nowhere to be found. Despite all the windows being wide open, the stench remained overwhelming.

Gin's eyes narrowed as a horrifying realization struck him.

"Don't tell me... no, no, no!" he muttered, bolting out of the room.

He sprinted to the other hotel room he had reserved. Swiping his key card and throwing the door open, he found Gin lounging on the bed, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. Tae-soo greeted him with a grin.

"Oh, you're here. Can you go buy me some clothes?" he said nonchalantly.

Jay could only stare, dumbfounded.

After changing into fresh clothes, Gin noticed that Jay still looked incredulous.Jay let out a few awkward chuckles before shaking his head.

"Anyway, it's done. We handed over the prisoners to Astra Pharmaceuticals.

We've received the basic payment of 300 million gel for now. They said the additional fee will be paid soon. They're also looking for a suitable magic artifact as promised."

"What about the artifact we agreed on earlier?" Gin asked.

"They're having trouble finding something both effective and affordable. It'll take more time."

After a brief pause, Jay continued.

"Speaking of which, don't you think it's time you got an ID?"

"An ID?"

"Yeah. You can't keep collecting payments in cash or golden checks forever.

The sums are going to get larger. Wouldn't it be better to open an account?"

"You think that's possible?"

"Of course! There's nothing money can't solve," Jay replied with a smirk.

"Plenty of greedy officials in this city. Just grease a few palms, and you'll get a perfect ID. This place is famous for identity laundering, you know."

"Identity laundering? Seriously?" Gin raised an eyebrow, incredulous.

"Hey, I'm not joking! It's practically a specialty here.

Other cities even call it that. It's not like we advertise it, but the reputation is real."

Gin considered the implications. If true, he was fortunate to have come to this city—creating a new identity would be much easier here.

"You're not going to ditch me once you have an ID, are you?" Gin teased. "I'm a damn good broker, you know. You'll still need me."

Gin suspected Jay had safeguards in place to protect his interests. The man didn't look worried at all.

"How much is this going to cost?"

"We'll use the money from this job. You're not expecting me to pay for it, right? For 50 million gel, you'll get a perfect identity—and a shiny, fresh ID as a bonus."

"Fifty million? That's a bit steep, don't you think?"

Jay sighed and explained.

"A perfect ID means your existence is recorded in the city's central database. Any official inquiry will confirm you're a real person.

That kind of record manipulation doesn't come cheap."

"Is it really that difficult to create an identity?"

"Of course! Otherwise, people living in the outskirts wouldn't be struggling without one."

"Maybe they don't bother because they don't really need an identity out there."

That comment momentarily silenced Jay, but he quickly recovered.

"Still, without a proper ID, you can't get work from the city government.

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They don't trust undocumented people."

"Is government work necessary?"

"It is here. Most of the job contracts come from the city government. Corporate disputes like this one are rare."

Jay nodded, understanding that establishing a working relationship with the government was essential if he wanted steady opportunities.

"Sure, you can pick up small-time jobs, but you're better than that—right, Mr. Mage?" Jay teased.

Gin chuckled. Word of his magical abilities had likely spread far and wide after today's events.

"Alright. Let's do it," Gin agreed.

Gin suddenly leaned in, his voice conspiratorial.

"So... what's your real story? You're clearly not just some wandering mage without a past.

You didn't... run away after causing trouble somewhere, did you?"

Tae-soo smiled calmly.

"Are we close enough to share secrets like that?"

Jay clamped his mouth shut. Gin continued with a hint of warning in his tone.

"Let's keep things professional. Don't overstep. You're not the only one with contingency plans."

Jay's face paled at the mention of 'contingency plans.'

"Anyway," Gin waved dismissively, "I'm going to sleep. You can leave now."

"Leave? At this hour? Where am I supposed to go? I can't even check into a new room right now!"

"There's another room, remember?"

"You mean that reeking hellhole? What the hell did you do in there?! You want me to sleep in that stink?!"

Tae-soo didn't answer. With a casual flick of his hand, he manipulated his magic.

Click.

The door opened, and the room key card floated out of Jay's pocket. Invisible force pushed him toward the exit.

"H-Hey, wait—!"

The door slammed shut, leaving him outside. Gin stretched out on the bed, feeling utterly satisfied. Exhausted from the day's events, he fell into a deep sleep almost instantly.