I Am A Wizard Who Can Travel Between Earth And The Other World-Chapter 35 - 37 Unveiling the Recipe

Gin absorbed the recipe's intricacies at once, committing every process and material to memory. With its principles clearly recorded, he could easily substitute unknown ingredients with alternatives—or even source them from this world's unstable magic.

Not that he'd decided to brew the potion yet, but having the knowledge at his fingertips was a satisfying power in itself.

As Gin tucked the recipe away, the warehouse door creaked open, and Jay emerged, his face twisted in frustration.

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"Damn it, not a single thing worth taking," Jay muttered.

He had been hopeful that, with a mage involved, the place would yield something valuable—money, artifacts, anything. But it had been a fruitless endeavor. All he managed to recover were three plane tickets tucked away in a drawer.

Jay stomped over to Gin, shaking his head vehemently.

"Nothing. Not a damn thing!"

Gin, however, seemed unfazed. While Jay had come up empty-handed, Gin had gained far more than expected: magical artifacts and the recipe itself.

"Time to make the call," Gin said.

"To Joseph?" Jay asked hesitantly. "Do I tell him everything? About the mage too?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't you?" Gin replied, his tone calm yet firm.

Jay studied Gin for a moment. The man's abilities were no longer in question—he'd taken down two mana-enhanced mercenaries and a mage singlehandedly. While Jay hadn't seen the fight firsthand, the results were indisputable.

"You're sure about this?"

Instead of answering, Gin waved dismissively, signaling Jay to proceed. Reluctantly, Jay pulled out his phone and dialed Joseph.

Calden Pharmaceuticals: Joseph's Crisis

Joseph almost dropped his coffee when his secretary delivered the latest report.

"What? A trap? They were wiped out? What the hell are you saying?"

"The entire security team was caught in an explosion," the secretary stammered.

"An explosion? Wiped out? My security team?"

"It was a deliberate, well-prepared trap. The explosion was triggered by a magical device."

Joseph's face turned pale, his confidence shattered.

"What about the recipe? What about Lorien Vareth?"

"The investigation team confirmed that Lorien wasn't among the bodies. All the individuals at the site were decoys."

Joseph's knees buckled as he stumbled backward, collapsing onto his office sofa.

"We've been completely outplayed," he muttered, his voice hollow.

He stared blankly at the floor, the enormity of their failure weighing heavily on him. Meanwhile, his secretary stood silently nearby, nervously awaiting further instructions.

"What about the other targets?"

"All... all compromised," the secretary admitted hesitantly.

Joseph let out a bitter laugh, tinged with despair. "Unbelievable. We were so sure we'd win, and now we're the ones caught in his web."

His voice turned cold and resolute. "He's trying to escape to another city. Send someone to the airport."

"We don't have the resources," the secretary replied, lowering his head.

Joseph rubbed his temples, the mounting pressure nearly unbearable. The recent obliteration of the security team had left Calden scrambling to regroup, with all efforts focused on damage control.

"Lorien Vareth must be stopped," Joseph growled. "Find a mercenary group. Someone we can hire immediately."

The secretary was about to respond when Joseph's phone began to vibrate, rattling against the table.

The name on the screen: Jay .

Joseph groaned audibly. Of all the moments for this low-tier broker to call, it had to be during this catastrophe.

Still, he couldn't ignore the call. After all, he had entrusted Jay with an important mission. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he answered the phone.

"What is it? Is the job done? Just make it quick—I'm in no mood for this."

Despite his irritated tone, Jay's response made Joseph sit bolt upright.

"What... what did you just say? I must have misheard. Repeat that!"

― "The situation here is resolved. There was a mage—a Lorien Vareth, right? We secured the recipe and captured the two mercenaries with him."

"Lorien ? He was there? And you captured him? You?"

― "Not me. It was Gin. You remember the freelancer I mentioned? He's the one who handled it."

"Get here immediately! Bring everything—especially the recipe!"

― "What about the ones here? Should we leave them?"

"Absolutely not! I'll send someone to take over. Hand them off and come to the company at once. Don't forget the recipe!"

― "Understood."

As the call ended, Joseph let out a long, shaky exhale.

"Finally, some good news."

The destruction of the security team was still a massive failure, but it was a burden he could share with others.

The capture of Lorien Vareth and recovery of the recipe, however, were victories he could claim as his own.

Lorien Vareth had proven to be far more dangerous than anticipated, and Astra's initial strike team had been doomed from the start. Yet somehow, this freelancer had achieved the impossible.

Joseph slumped back into his sofa, his body heavy with both exhaustion and relief.

"All I have to do now is wait," he muttered, eyes fixed on the door, anticipation building for Gin 's arrival.

Desmond pulled a folded parchment from his coat and slid it across the polished table toward Eddington. The man opposite him, a figure of authority veiled in an air of calculated cunning, picked up the recipe and examined it carefully. A slow, satisfied smile crept across Eddington's face, one that seemed both genuine and tinged with surprise.

"Ah... remarkable," Eddington murmured. "I never expected such a clean resolution to this mess. Rest assured, the reward will be commensurate with the deed."

His sharp eyes flitted between Desmond and Jay, as if trying to pierce through their intentions. Joseph had braced himself for negotiation or even manipulation—men like these rarely parted with something so valuable without a steep price. If he were in Desmond's shoes, he would have leveraged the recipe for new, more favorable terms. Such risks, after all, came with enticing rewards.

Jay's voice broke the contemplative silence. "It seems things didn't quite unfold as you planned. Are you alright with how it turned out?"

Joseph chuckled bitterly and nodded. "Yes, Lorien Vareth

has salvaged it."

The recipe was safe, and the thief who dared to steal it now sat bound and interrogated by the remaining security team. Joseph had no illusions—such audacity had to be orchestrated by someone. Discovering the mastermind behind the plot was now of utmost importance. Whoever it was, they had essentially declared war on Astra Corporation. If the enemy's backing proved too vast, retreat might be the only option, but if the shadowy adversary could be challenged, there was an opportunity to strike back decisively.

Joseph's gaze lingered on Desmond, studying him as one would appraise an artifact of immense rarity. Without the mask that typically concealed his face, Desmond's features were almost dazzling in their perfection.

"I don't think I've ever met someone as striking as you," Desmond admitted.

Desmond responded with a faint smile, a reaction he had perfected after years of enduring similar compliments. They never ceased to please him, even if they had become routine.