I Am A Wizard Who Can Travel Between Earth And The Other World-Chapter 31 - 33 The Recipe Heist

"The thief who took the recipe might still have it," Jay said, his voice tense with realization.

"Oh...!"

At that moment, the true gravity of the mission dawned on him.

This wasn't just about retrieving a stolen item—it was about stopping the recipe from slipping into the wrong hands.

"The recipe's been enchanted with anti-copy magic," Joseph continued, his voice steady. "So for now, it won't be spreading. We've kept up the pressure to make sure of that."

But the recipe was not the only copy; backup versions had been stored. In fact, it was the backup recipe that had been stolen.

"It's a recipe we haven't even patented yet," Joseph muttered, the urgency clear in his tone. "We need to sort this out, quickly."

"Leave it to me."

Jay's reply was firm. Joseph nodded and swiftly sent the mission details to Jay's phone, giving him a document outlining the operation.

"Time's short—move immediately."

"Yes, I'll get started right away."

Jay stood up quickly, bowing with respect before leaving the room. The thought of negotiating a fee didn't even cross his mind—just the fact that he had been entrusted with this task was enough to satisfy him.

As soon as Jay left, Joseph dialed a number, his eyes narrowing as he spoke.

"Hey, it's me. Keep the fifth team on standby. I'm not asking them to just sit there. I've got another freelancer handling the task as a test, so keep an eye on them, and if it looks like they're failing, step in. We'll assess their abilities while we're at it."

Trusting an unverified freelancer with something this important was risky, but Joseph had no intention of letting them take the credit. This was merely a chance for Jay to prove himself. If all went well, there might be a new recruit to add to their ranks. But only if the freelancer passed the test.

The Mission

Gin and Jay were heading toward the hideout where the mercenaries were believed to be.

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"Do I really have to go with you?" Gin asked, his voice quiet but direct.

Jay didn't answer immediately, but his frustration was clear. "I've got a few things to take care of. I was thinking of slipping away, but..."

Before Jay could make his move, Gin grabbed his shoulder firmly.

"You're going to guide me."

"Seriously? I'm not some kid who needs a babysitter. You're the one who hired me. Can't you figure this out on your own?" Gin retorted, trying to pull away.

Gin's gaze didn't waver; his eyes remained cold and calculating.

Jay sighed deeply, the weight of Gin's gaze pressing him down. "Fine. Fine! I'll go. But don't leave me to fend for myself once we're in there. Those guys? One wrong move and I'm done. You get it?"

Gin gave a single nod. "I understand. Let's go."

The two of them set off, their steps at odds with the words exchanged. Traveling on foot wasn't even an option—getting to their destination by car would take over 40 minutes. Jay drove, while Gin reviewed the operation details sent by Joseph.

"Is Astra Pharmaceuticals really that big?" Gin asked, his voice neutral.

"Big? It's one of the top five in a city with over 20 million people," Jay replied, glancing at Gin briefly.

"20 million? Really?"

"Yeah, and then some. How do you not know that?"

Gin didn't respond. Why would he care about the population? Figuring out the specifics would be a waste of time when he could be planning his next spell.

Gin glanced at him, his curiosity piqued. "So, where do you live? Last time, you just disappeared."

Gin answered vaguely, "A distant place."

"Distant? Wait, did you come from another city?"

Gin hesitated, then said, "I suppose you could say that."

"Another city, huh? The closest one is... Sermelot, right?"

Gin didn't answer directly. "How far is it?"

"Distance? Hmm, maybe around 120 kilometers from West Ham."

Gin's eyes widened slightly. That was much farther than he expected. "So, what's between here and there?"

Jay laughed. "What do you think? Plenty of monster lairs and zones of strange phenomena. The outskirts are practically hell itself."

Gin's brow furrowed, a sense of unease stirring within him. "So, no chance of getting to other cities, then?"

Before Jay could respond, he turned sharply, his eyes widening as he realized Gin's question. "What? Where are you from? That's basic knowledge. How could you not know that?"

Gin felt a brief pang of embarrassment but shrugged it off. "Is it going to kill me if I don't know?"

"No, no... it's just that even a ten-year-old would know that!" Jay stammered.

"Hey, watch the road. Don't look at me while you're driving!" Gin's sharp tone snapped Jay back to reality, and he quickly focused on the road.

"So, do people travel by plane?" Gin asked, his curiosity piqued.

"Of course. It's safer than ground travel," Jay replied with a grin. "Airborne monsters are still a risk, but planes fly high enough to avoid them."

Gin's mind raced as he processed the strange dynamics of this world, but the conversation shifted again.

"We're almost there," Jay said after a brief pause. "Just a little more."

Jay pulled into a remote area, far from the city's core, where security was virtually non-existent. The deeper into the outskirts they went, the more dangerous it became.

"This place is the outermost part of the city," Jay muttered. "The kind of area where if you don't have power, you're just asking to be taken out."

Gin nodded, his focus sharpening. They were close now.

Jay continued, "You've seen the documents, right?"

"Yeah, I saw that the payment is 10 million Gel. Not exactly a small amount, but still..."

"Forget the money. The connections you build are what matter. Get the job done, and the payout will increase next time."

Gin didn't comment on the money, his attention focused solely on the task at hand.

But even so, he knew the value of keeping his eyes open for future opportunities.

As they approached the warehouse, Gin's magic spread out, gathering information. He'd long since activated his detection magic, and the pattern surged forward toward the warehouse.

"Huh?" Gin's brow furrowed as he noted the odd readings.

"What's wrong?" Jay asked, his voice edged with concern.

"There are three people inside, not two," Gin replied, his gaze narrowing. "And... one of them is a mage."

Jay's eyes went wide in disbelief. "What?"

The revelation hit hard—this mission was about to get far more complicated than either of them had anticipated.