I Am A Wizard Who Can Travel Between Earth And The Other World-Chapter 30 - 32 Whispers of the Arcane

Jay Recoiled in shock at Gin's suggestion.

"Of course not! How do you expect me to survive here if I cross the Fishmongers Guild?!"

Gin's lips curved into a faint smirk, his calm demeanor only heightening Jay's panic.

"Relax. I'll make sure it's just a knockout. Watch closely."

Gin wasn't finished refining his technique—it was far from perfect—but what he had was more than enough for now. A rough imitation would suffice.

Drawing power from his core, he redirected his mana into his legs, reinforcing the muscles and joints.

The ideal version of this technique would involve weaving threads of mana directly into each muscle fiber, exponentially enhancing strength and precision.

For now, he relied on brute-force reinforcement—crude but effective, and still leagues beyond what most ability users of this world could achieve.

Crack!

His foot dug into the ground as he launched himself forward. The sheer force left a dent in the pavement, his body blurring with speed.

Crack!

A second impact followed as Ban came to an abrupt stop, another shallow crater forming beneath his foot.

Thud!

Jay blinked, barely able to process what had just happened. One moment, Gin was standing next to him; the next, he was at the end of the alley. All Gin could make out was a figure crumpling to the ground ahead.

As Gin strolled back toward him, his steps unhurried, Jay's mouth hung open.

"What... what did you just do?"

"You saw it," Gin replied casually. "Ran up, tapped their chin, and knocked them out. Concussion. Done."

Jay's hand instinctively went to his pocket, pulling out his phone.

"I'll call them right now," he said hastily, his tone a mix of awe and fear.

As Jay typed, Gin seemed to remember something and spoke nonchalantly.

"Oh, right. I don't have a phone. Get one set up for me, will you?"

"What?" Jay froze, staring at Gin in disbelief.

Gin's expression remained neutral, as if his request were the most reasonable thing in the world.

Jay sighed heavily, realizing he had no choice.

Moments later, the two of them were on their way to a phone store.

"Good day, sir. It's been a while."

Jay bowed so low his head nearly touched the floor. It was only natural—he was standing before a director of Astra Pharmaceuticals, one of the top five pharmaceutical companies in West Ham.

West Ham, a sprawling metropolis with a population of 20 million, housed over twenty pharmaceutical companies. Astra's position among the top five made it a titan in the industry, wielding influence that few could match.

The director, Joseph, reclined on a plush sofa, his expression a mask of smug superiority as he studied Jay with barely concealed disdain.

"Sit."

Jay cautiously lowered himself onto the sofa, the weight of Joseph's gaze making him uneasy.

Joseph, on the other hand, was intrigued. He hadn't expected Jay to reach out. Their connection was tenuous at best—a small favor Eddington had once extended to Jay's father had indirectly solidified his own position at Astra Pharmaceuticals. It was a minor debt, but one that had somehow brought Eom into his orbit.

Years ago, Joseph had casually told Jay to contact him if he ever needed assistance, even providing his personal number. He hadn't expected the man—now a broker scraping by on the fringes of society—to actually take him up on the offer. Yet here they were.

"So," Joseph began, his tone laced with feigned indifference. "Do you need something? Just so we're clear, my influence is limited—I can only help with small matters."

He leaned back slightly, a deliberate move to maintain control of the conversation. If things went well, he could later take credit for magnanimity.

"Well then,"Joseph said with an air of impatience, "what brings you here?"

Jay, carefully gauging Joseph's mood, spoke hesitantly.

"I've recently partnered with a freelancer—a highly skilled ability user."

Joseph raised an eyebrow but didn't look impressed.

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"You're here to see if there's work available, aren't you?"

"Yes, that's correct," Jay replied quickly. "A company like Astra must have plenty of jobs that require... specialized skills."

"Oh, we have no shortage of tasks," Astra admitted. "And we're always short on manpower.

But that doesn't mean I'll hire just anyone.

If the job goes wrong, it can create all sorts of complications. I'd rather leave things undone than deal with that kind of mess."

"Their skills are solid," Jay insisted, leaning forward slightly.

"Very well. Let's try this."

Jay's eyes lit up—those words meant an opportunity was within reach.

"There's a mage by the name of Lorien Vareth," Joseph said, his expression darkening with clear distaste.

At the mention of "mage," Jay's eyes widened. A mage? Surely Joseph wasn't asking them to confront one?

"No need to look so alarmed," Joseph added with a wry smile. "He's a novice—a fledgling who's only just awakened to his magical abilities."

Even so, Jay's unease didn't dissipate. A mage, no matter how inexperienced, was far more dangerous than an ordinary ability user.

"Recently, our new drug development team came up with a revolutionary potion formula," Joseph continued, his tone growing colder. "That bastard Lorien stole it and ran."

He shook his head, visibly frustrated. "We took him in despite his lack of experience, treated him better than he deserved, and this is how he repaid us. Turns out he joined us with the intent of stealing from the start."

"You're already tracking him, then?" Jay asked, trying to steady his voice.

"Of course," Joseph replied. "He's slippery. He's recruited several competent ability users as both bodyguards and decoys. That's the current situation."

"Are you asking us to eliminate the mage?"

Joseph's lips curled into a faint smirk. "Don't be ridiculous. Even a novice mage is too dangerous to leave to a freelancer. What I need are the ability users he's hired. Specifically, two of them."

Joseph paused, scrutinizing Jay's reaction. If Jay showed any signs of hesitation, he'd drop the matter entirely. To his surprise, Jay remained composed.

"How many are there in total?" Jay asked.

"Ten. You'll be responsible for two of them," Joseph replied.

"Two?"

"They're working in pairs. If you take on a pair, it will reduce the burden on my security team."

Joseph paused for effect before continuing.

"We've already pinpointed Vareth's location. My security team will handle him. The issue is his mercenaries."

"Won't capturing the mage end this?"

Joseph let out a small, condescending laugh. "If it were that simple, we wouldn't be having this conversation. The mercenaries he's hired aren't just protecting him—they're likely involved in transporting and distributing the stolen formula.

Even if we capture Lorien , loose ends like them could create problems down the line."

Jay nodded, his expression neutral as he absorbed the information.

"I'll provide you with all the details you need," Lorien continued. "Handle this cleanly, and I'll make sure you're well compensated."

Jay hesitated briefly, then gave a slow nod. "Understood. I'll take care of it."