I Am A Wizard Who Can Travel Between Earth And The Other World

The great halls of power buzzed with whispers, the air charged with unseen currents of fate. Word had spread like wildfire, and now Gin's name echoed through every corridor, from the city gates to the sprawling towers of West Ham.

Yet fame alone could not shield him from the intrigues that simmered beneath the surface.

In the shadowed corner of a private chamber, a cloaked figure leaned in with a knowing smirk. "One might think with such renown, she'd have no need for other work," the man—Jay—mused, his voice steeped in mystery. "But not this woman. She runs an enterprise called Sync, a formidable IT company."

"A company?" Gin raised an eyebrow, skeptical.

"Yes. She's the CEO, though her own stake is modest—just about ten percent. The Willex family holds the majority, around fifty percent. A gift from the house she belongs to."

Gin's eyes narrowed. "And this has what to do with the job?"

Jay chuckled, his gaze playful but inscrutable. "She's seeking a partner. For a gathering."

"A partner?" Gin scowled. "You're joking."

"Not at all. It's a direct request. And she's chosen you."

"Chosen me? When did she ever lay eyes on me?"

"She was present at the last tournament. You left quite an impression."

Gin chuckled darkly. "And you think I'll just agree?"

"Why not? It's hardly a challenge.

All you have to do is attend a high-profile charity event. The city's most influential figures will be there."

Gin's grin widened mischievously. "Oh, and there's more. She's offered a relic as payment.

You know how mages prize relics… And there's also a reputation surrounding her—she's said to be… extraordinary."

"A relic?" Gin's interest piqued. "Forget the woman. Tell me more about this relic."

Jay's eyes twinkled with amusement.

"Ah, so now you're interested. Unfortunately, the details are scarce.

But it's rare enough to lure you, isn't it?"

"Fine. I'll go. Anything I should watch out for?"

"Nothing special.

Just play your role as her escort. I mean, why wouldn't she be drawn to you? It's that face of yours.

Damn, if I were to change mine, I'd make it rougher—at least it'd be intimidating. But no, you had to make yourself even prettier."

Gin chuckled slyly. "Better than before, wouldn't you say? Honestly, walking around with my old face was a hassle."

Jay groaned. "Ugh, I can't stand you sometimes." He waved Gin away like one swatting a fly. "The party's in a week.

In the meantime, you should attend to that beast hunt. Spots are filling fast, and I've already pulled some strings."

"Understood. Where do I report?"

"City Hall."

A week later, in the briefing room of West Ham's grand civic center, the tension was palpable. Gin found a seat among twenty others, warriors and mages alike, all gathered at the enormous, circular table.

Eyes were drawn to the massive screen ahead, which displayed a creature of terrifying proportions—a behemoth marching relentlessly toward the city.

A ten-meter-tall colossus lumbered forward, wielding a massive, azure-glowing club. Its form, though vaguely humanoid, was alien and grotesque.

Thirteen eyes were scattered across its featureless face, their eerie glow like scattered stars in the void.

The rest of its body bore neither hair nor skin, only rows of needle-like protrusions shimmering with an unnatural light.

The city official stepped forward and cleared his throat.

"This is a Class 2 Giant Beast, commonly referred to as the 'Needle Giant.'"

The others listened without much reaction, as though such horrors were routine. But Gin leaned in, studying the screen with curiosity. 'Needle Giant?' he thought. There had to be a reason for the name.

The image zoomed in, revealing the truth—what appeared to be harmless bumps on its skin were, in fact, razor-thin spines, each pulsing faintly with magical energy. Gin exhaled slowly. "So that's why."

The official continued, "This creature maintains a steady pace, but it may begin to charge if provoked.

Its attacks come in three forms: physical strikes, magical bursts from its club, and a deadly barrage of its spines.

These spines are manifestations of overflowing magical energy, hardened into physical form."

The room grew heavier as the briefing unfolded.

The creature's club was no ordinary weapon; each swing could obliterate anything in its path, radiating waves of destruction.

The spines, when unleashed, could rain down like a storm of needles, capable of piercing armor and flesh alike. The key to survival was maintaining distance and exploiting weaknesses.

"Engage from a distance whenever possible," the official warned.

"Those with ranged attacks should keep moving in a wide formation. Melee combatants must distract the creature and draw its focus."

As the meeting concluded, tactical plans were transmitted to their devices. Gin examined his assignment.

His role placed him within the lightning mage unit, a group of five mages supported by a squad of twenty ability-users capable of manipulating electricity.

Gin's specialty was unique—unlike others who simply projected lightning in wide arcs, he could summon bolts with pinpoint accuracy, calculating trajectories in real-time. It was a skill honed through countless battles, and one he intended to refine further.

'This will be interesting,' he mused, a faint grin tugging at the corner of his lips. Preparing for the hunt was as exhilarating as the hunt itself.

And with a giant beast like this, victory would not come easily. But Gin relished the challenge.

The hunt was on.

The hunting party assembled at dawn, their figures silhouetted against the rising sun. Outside the grand civic center, warriors, mages, and specialists gathered in disciplined lines, each belonging to their assigned group. The mission ahead was one of peril and honor—the hunt for a giant beast.

Vehicles awaited them, towering buses unlike any found in the heart of the city. Each was a marvel of arcane engineering, specially designed for expeditions beyond the protective borders of civilization.

Runes glimmered faintly across the metallic frames, the handiwork of master enchanters. Inside, the buses were equipped with essential magical tools: sound-dampening artifacts to cloak their presence and vibration-dispersing charms to mask their movements from the sharp senses of wild beasts.

Once everyone had boarded, the convoy rumbled to life.

Engines imbued with both technology and sorcery roared softly as the buses moved in formation, a caravan of hunters.

They rolled steadily through the city's outskirts, eventually leaving behind the towering structures and paved streets.

Gin sat by a window, quietly observing the world beyond. At first, the scenery stretched into vast, unbroken plains. Rolling fields of grass shimmered like waves under the early light.

Far in the distance, jagged mountains rose like sentinels, their peaks brushing the heavens. In other directions, the plains gave way to a seemingly endless horizon—a realm untouched and raw.

Though Gin appeared calm, his senses were anything but idle.

From the moment he boarded, he had expanded his domain—his magical territory—a skill that required immense focus. Invisible to others, the field extended several kilometers around him, allowing him to detect any disturbance in the environment.

Every subtle change in wind, sound, or movement registered like ripples in his mind.

He reflected on this particular skill, one he had long neglected. Domain expansion was a vital technique, requiring steady cultivation over time. In truth, he had been lax, distracted by other priorities. But with this hunt, he had resolved to refine it once more. His recent breakthroughs had come easier than expected, as though crossing a hidden threshold within himself. Now, he could stretch his domain up to five kilometers—a feat impressive even among seasoned mages. However, he knew there were limitations.

Expanding the field to its fullest range diluted the clarity of information he could gather.

Still, for now, the radius he maintained was sufficient. He continued scanning the vast landscape as the convoy pressed onward. Soon, the wilderness would reveal its dangers, and every skill he had honed would be tested.

The hunt had begun, and the shadow of the giant beast loomed ever closer.