I Am A Wizard Who Can Travel Between Earth And The Other World-Chapter 60 - 62 Ruin Expedition (2)

Before Marcus could answer, Gin stepped forward and extended his hand. "That's correct. I'm Gin."

Vogel's eyes glimmered with interest.

"Are you really a mage?"

In this world, having a surname was a privilege reserved for nobles or recognized mages.

Gin's lack of a surname was unusual.

Most mages introduced themselves formally with both names unless they had reasons to conceal their identity or had not yet earned a surname.

"Do I not look the part?" Gin asked with a light grin.

"Oh no, that's not what I meant!" Vogel waved his hands apologetically.

"It's just rare to meet a mage who doesn't use a surname."

Gin didn't know how to respond. He wasn't even aware of this custom. He silently cursed Jay for failing to mention something so important.

Everyone I've met so far had a surname, Gin thought, sighing internally. He wondered if he should adopt one but decided against it for now. It wasn't worth the hassle until he fully understood the rules surrounding it.

Sensing Gin's reluctance to discuss the matter, Helmut tactfully dropped the subject.

At that moment, the entrance doors swung open, and a new arrival strode inside—the final member of the expedition.

"That's the representative from the Five Great Houses," Vogel murmured, his voice tinged with both awe and trepidation.

The atmosphere shifted. Unlike Helmut's respectful reverence, Marcus's reaction was more complicated.

Though he masked it well, Gin noticed traces of unease and defiance in the guild master's eyes.

Is it because they're both mages? Gin wondered, instinctively expanding his domain magic.

His recent improvements made it easier to extend his domain, even within the guild's enchanted walls.

He effortlessly scanned the surrounding area, his senses honing in on Vogel first.

Vogel's magical core comprised five cylindrical circuits—a sign of a fifth-circle mage. His mana was dense and concentrated, likely capable of producing exceptionally resilient mana threads and precise control. Gin compared him favorably to Ruben, the mage he had defeated in a previous encounter.

As Gin processed this, his domain encountered resistance—a strong, reactive barrier surrounding the newcomer.

The magical pattern disrupted Gin's probe and sent his mana threads bouncing back.

The man's gaze shifted immediately, locking onto Gin with keen interest. Without hesitation, he altered his course and walked directly toward him.

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Gin carefully observed him, checking for any subtle signs of a magical offensive.

Yet, the man made no such move. He likely understood that any attempts to gather information inside the guild's fortified building would be futile.

Standing before Gin , he extended his hand.

"Owen. A pleasure to meet you," he said.

Gin shook the offered hand without hesitation. "Gin," he replied simply.

A ripple of astonishment spread through the room.

The other participants stared in disbelief.

Owen Freeden, known for his cold demeanor, had taken the initiative to greet someone with a handshake—and was even smiling faintly.

Only two people in the room had ever seen Owen smile before, and even then, it had been more of a smirk or sneer than anything resembling warmth.

But Owen paid no mind to their reactions. His full attention remained fixed on Gin.

"Once this expedition is over, I'd like to formally invite you to visit my family estate. Would you be interested?"

Gin's mind raced, weighing the implications of such an invitation.

Ultimately, his curiosity won out.

"I would be honored," he said with a nod.

Internally, Gin marveled at how much he had changed.

In the past, he might have fled at the mere suggestion of such an invitation, disappearing without a trace and abandoning anyone tied to him.

I suppose it's not too late to run if I change my mind, he mused with a wry smile.

For now, his focus remained on the imminent ruin expedition.

Owen Glanced around at the gathered group and spoke in a commanding tone. "Let's move out."

There was no objection. Though Marcus was technically the expedition leader, Owen's presence and authority were unquestionable. The team of twenty, comprising both mages and specialists, filed out of the Tree Guild, ready to face the secrets hidden within the ancient ruins.

The group traveled to the ruins aboard a large, luxurious bus. The vehicle had a maximum capacity of twenty-five passengers, though fewer people boarded than expected. The extra space was used to accommodate various comforts and amenities.

Every seat was a high-tech massage chair, designed to provide a relaxing journey. Mini fridges were installed beside each seat, stocked with chilled drinks. Next to the fridges, compartments held a selection of snacks for the passengers.

Attached to each seat was a sizable tablet offering a variety of entertainment options, including movies and other media. The bus glided smoothly along the road with such precision that there was barely any sensation of vibration or movement.

Ban Taesu leaned back comfortably, pulling a cold can of soda from the fridge beside him. As he took a sip, his gaze wandered out the window. The scenery passed at a steady, unhurried pace. Trees, buildings, and distant landscapes blurred by, tranquil in their motion.

For a moment, Taesu found himself lost in thought. The peaceful atmosphere felt almost surreal. He could have been on a bus in Seoul, crossing through familiar urban landscapes—but subtle reminders broke the illusion.

Occasionally, signs and billboards flashed past, their writing composed of foreign, arcane symbols rather than British. These glyphs served as a quiet reminder: this was not the world he once knew. He was deep within the hidden, magical realm known as the Other World.

He smiled faintly and took another sip of his drink, letting the surreal blend of worlds wash over him as the bus continued on its journey toward the unknown secrets of the ruins.

The urban scenery outside the window was so reminiscent of London that Gin found himself momentarily disoriented.

"Could this place be somehow connected to London?" he mused with a faint smile. Of course, it was a ridiculous notion, yet the thought amused him enough to warrant a chuckle.

After about thirty minutes of travel, the bus began to slow, eventually coming to a smooth stop. Like the district surrounding the Tree Guild, the area was enveloped by a forest of towering skyscrapers. Steel and glass structures stretched high into the sky, creating a landscape that felt both familiar and foreign.

Directly in front of the bus loomed a building at least fifty stories tall, casting a long shadow across the road. It stood like a silent sentinel, its presence both imposing and awe-inspiring.

The bus doors hissed open, and Marcus was the first to step off. One by one, the other passengers followed, descending in orderly fashion. Gin remained seated for a moment longer, watching as the crowd thinned. He turned his gaze toward the scene beyond the window, taking in the towering architecture and the strange energy that seemed to pulse through the air.

This was no ordinary cityscape. Beneath the surface, ancient secrets awaited discovery. Soon, he would step into the unknown once more.