I Am A Wizard Who Can Travel Between Earth And The Other World-Chapter 54 - 56 The Ashden Guild part 2

Gin scanned his surroundings, his eyes sharp and calculating. He needed to determine which city he had arrived in.

hoped it was West Ham, though he knew the odds were slim. Perhaps it might be Summerot, a neighboring city to West Ham, but even that seemed unlikely.

He recalled a conversation with Jay, a fellow wanderer of the hidden world. Gin had once asked him how many cities existed in this shadowed realm. Jay had merely shrugged and guessed there might be thousands. With such countless cities scattered across the world, what were the chances he'd land exactly where he wanted?

Gin made his way to the main street, his footsteps measured and purposeful. As he observed the stores lining the road and the street signs overhead, a thought struck him.

"Right... I should power on my phone."

He retrieved his enchanted smartphone, built specifically for those adept in magic.

The screen flared to life as he activated it, and soon the map application opened, displaying the roads and buildings nearby. With a few quick gestures, Gin zoomed out, revealing the full layout of the city on his screen.

There, in bold crimson letters, was the city's name.

"West Ham?"

He blinked in disbelief.

The sheer improbability of it left him momentarily stunned.

He had defied fate once more and found himself in the very city he had desired.

"This doesn't make any sense... There's no way it was just luck."

Gin frowned. This was the third time. Such a pattern could not be dismissed as coincidence. Something was guiding him—or perhaps his own subconscious had played a role.

He replayed each instance of his portal travel, searching for a clue. The first time, he had crossed without any conscious intention. The second? He wasn't sure. And now, this third time…

Could it be that his will had somehow influenced the portal's destination? The notion wasn't impossible. In the world of magic, intent—the power of will—was a critical component, a force known as Ideum.

It was the trigger that activated magical circles, and its mastery determined the strength and precision of one's spells.

"If that's the case..." Gin mused aloud, "then perhaps this portal can connect to multiple cities."

The thought intrigued him. He wanted to test the theory. If he could travel to a different city by altering his intent, it would confirm his suspicion.

Otherwise, he would have to accept the mind-boggling odds that fate had aligned in his favor.

Resolving to return to the portal, he stepped toward the road to hail a taxi. Just then, his phone buzzed. The caller ID flashed on the screen: Jay.

Gin hesitated for a moment before answering. He hadn't seen Jay in some time, and it felt rude to ignore the call.

"Hey! Keep your phone on for once!" Jay's voice burst through the line, irritated. "Why do you always have it off?"

"What do you want?" Gin asked calmly.

"What do you think? It's about a job."

"Another job already? That was fast."

"Fast? You've gotten famous, man. Your last gig put you on the map."

"Good. I need that reputation to grow," Gin replied. His goal was clear: gain the trust and contracts of the highest echelons in this secret world. His ultimate ambition lay with the ruins—ancient sites shrouded in mystery, their secrets guarded by powerful factions.

He needed access to those places to decipher the ancient scripts hidden within.

"So, what's the job? Is it from Astra again?" he asked.

"Astra? Nah, he's tied up right now. Looks like he's about to clash with Merentil.

It's gonna be a mess. He might offer something later, but not yet."

"Then who's it from?"

Jay chuckled mischievously. Gin narrowed his eyes at the sound.

"Spit it out," he demanded.

"You're going to like this one. It involves ruins."

The sharp retort Gin had been preparing died on his lips. His interest was piqued.

"I thought access to ruins was controlled by the top-ranking guilds," he said.

"Usually, yeah. But this time, there's an offshoot job tied to a ruin exploration."

"What kind of job?"

"Ever heard of the Tree Guild?" Jay asked.

Taesu shook his head. "No. What's their deal?"

"They're one of the top three guilds in the city. Way above mid-tier guilds like Fishmongers Guild.

They've even got branches in other cities."

Gin listened in silence, absorbing the information.

He knew there was still much he didn't understand about the underworld of hidden cities and their power structures.

Conversations like this were invaluable.

"They've got an exploration request and need more mages. Apparently, word got around about how you handled things between Astra and Merentil. The Tree Guild specifically asked for you."

"And what's my role supposed to be?"

"Same as any mage in a ruin expedition. Combat when necessary, analysis of magical traps and structures... the usual stuff."

Gin nodded to himself. It was exactly the kind of job he excelled at.

"Where are you? Let's meet," he said decisively. The experiment with the portal could wait. For now, this opportunity was too important to pass up.

The wheels of destiny turned once more. Gin was prepared to face whatever lay ahead.

The ruins awaited.

"Here! Over here!"

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Jay waved enthusiastically, his arm stretched high above the heads of cafe patrons. Gin stepped inside, his eyes narrowing in irritation at the man's boisterous display.

In an instant, every gaze in the room shifted toward Gin.

Whispers rippled through the crowd as curious onlookers assessed the stranger who had just entered.

Gin strode forward, his footsteps steady and deliberate.

As he approached Jay, he reached up and removed his mask. The effect was immediate.

The attention on him dissolved like smoke in the wind, the onlookers slowly returning to their own affairs.

Jay, however, froze in place.

His face twisted with a mixture of confusion and disbelief.

Rising awkwardly from his seat, he scratched his head and muttered, "Uh... I think I must've mistaken you for someone else."

He tilted his head, still scrutinizing Gin as though searching for a trace of familiarity.

"Why did I get it wrong?" he mused.

It didn't make sense. The man in front of him had a completely different face—distinct eyes, unfamiliar features.