I Am A Wizard Who Can Travel Between Earth And The Other World-Chapter 55 - 57 Beneath the Veil of Power

No simple mask should have fooled him. But as he pondered, Jay began to realize what had misled him: the unmistakable presence Gin carried, a signature aura that transcended mere appearance.

"You didn't mistake me for someone else. Sit down," Gin said with a smirk, easing into the seat across from him.

Jay hesitated, his eyes still wide. He remained standing, unable to fully comprehend the transformation before him. " Gin? Is that really you?"

"Who else would it be?"

"But your face... it's... different," Jay stammered.

"Yeah," |Gin said with a casual shrug, "I made a few adjustments. What do you think? Does it suit me?"

"A few adjustments? That's putting it mildly! You look like a completely different person!"

Gin chuckled softly, stroking his chin. "Exactly. That's the point."

"You're not kidding," Jay muttered, shaking his head in disbelief.

"I'll be using this face from now on. It'll draw less attention."

Jay crossed his arms and frowned.

"Less attention? Maybe compared to before, sure. But you're still going to stand out."

Despite the changes, Gin's refined features still carried a certain charm.

His physique and the commanding aura he exuded hadn't diminished.

Though less conspicuous than before, he would still draw second glances—especially among those attuned to the subtleties of magical presence.

Gin didn't seem bothered.

For him, the only people he needed to deceive were those from Earth.

As long as they were fooled, the rest didn't matter.

"This works well enough," he said with quiet confidence.

"I'm walking around without a mask, and no one's paying me any mind."

"Well... that's true," Jay admitted reluctantly, glancing around the cafe.

No one seemed to notice them anymore.

"But still—"

"Relax," Gin cut him off with a grin. "I've got this under control."

Jay's gaze lingered on Gin, his expression laced with doubt. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

Gin, unfazed, pulled out both his ID card and smartphone, placing them firmly on the table.

"Call me," he said simply.

Jay raised an eyebrow but complied, dialing Gin's number.

The classic chime of a phone ringing echoed from the device on the table.

To remove all doubt, Gin answered the call, his voice unmistakable on both ends of the line.

"Convinced now?" Gin asked coolly.

The voice was undeniably his. Jay sighed, resigning himself to the truth.

"Alright, fine. Let's get to the mission briefing."

Gin's tone shifted, sharper now, a voice ready for business. Jay gave him a wary look.

"You're even altering your voice now?"

"It's nothing special. Just makes things easier. Get used to this one—it's what I'll be using going forward."

Jay shook his head in disbelief. He knew mages had their quirks, but this level of transformation was unsettling even for him. Still, he let it go.

"Alright, check this out," he said, sending Gin a document from his phone.

Gin skimmed through the file quickly.

It detailed the basics of their upcoming mission.

To his surprise, the ruins they were meant to explore were located within the city itself.

"There's a ruin inside the city?"

"Apparently, they just discovered it. You done reading already?"

"Almost."

Gin finished scanning the rest of the document in moments. The job seemed straightforward: survey the ruins, excavate if necessary, and report any findings. The expedition would begin in two days, with a team of twenty participants.

"I learned something new with this mission," Jay remarked. "Turns out you need at least three mages for any ruin exploration."

"Is that why this job came my way?"

"Pretty much. They're short on mages."

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"There's not much written here about what I'm supposed to do."

"That's because it's obvious. Just like the other specialists—nothing is listed for them either."

"Combat, exploration, disabling traps... that sort of thing?"

"Exactly. Oh, and maybe lending your magical expertise if the situation calls for it." Jay smirked. "Not that you have much to offer in that department."

Gin narrowed his eyes, but Jay shrugged, unbothered. To him, Gin often seemed like a man from another world—one unfamiliar with even the basics of this realm's lore and magical threats. It was baffling, yet somehow Taesu always managed to surprise him.

"Anyway," Gin continued, "don't try anything reckless, like pocketing relics.

Just focus on the job and the pay. Realistically, getting your hands on any artifacts won't be easy."

"Are artifacts really that valuable?"

"That depends on the artifact," Jay said, scratching his head.

"I've only heard rumors. The upper ranks control all the information, so most of what we know is hearsay.

Supposedly, some artifacts are powerful enough to destroy entire cities."

"Interesting."

"Just rumors, though," Jay repeated, emphasizing the point.

"And the payment?"

"Five hundred million gels. It's decent, though low for a ruin job. Most mages get twice that."

"Because I'm an unknown?"

"Exactly. No matter how much noise you make down here, the higher-ups won't acknowledge you right away."

That didn't bother Gin. Recognition would come in time. For now, his goal was to access the ruins, not chase money.

"There are performance bonuses too," Jay added. "If you do well, the base pay might end up looking like pocket change."

Jay seemed energized, as though brushing shoulders with the upper ranks had given him a newfound sense of importance.

Gin eyed him with mild amusement and said in a flat tone, "Don't screw this up."

"What?" Gin blinked in surprise, caught off guard by the warning.

"Don't do anything reckless. If you get yourself killed, it'll be a pain for me."

"Hey, come on. Do I look like someone who'd mess things up? I've survived in this game for ten years."

"And how much do you think the next ten years will resemble the last?"

Jay opened his mouth to retort but found himself at a loss for words. The truth was, he didn't know.

Gin stood, giving Jay's shoulder a few firm pats. "Think carefully. If you want to stick around, don't lose sight of where you started. Were you like this when you first entered this world?"