I Am A Wizard Who Can Travel Between Earth And The Other World-Chapter 64 - 66 The Relics Expedition Part 2

He calculated rapidly, crafting a new series of spells.

This time, his target was the troll's joints—elbows, wrists, knees, and ankles.

Eight frost-enhanced magical circles shimmered into being around the thrashing beast.

The placement had been pre-determined; all that remained was to strike at the perfect moment.

He waited, observing the troll's erratic movements, then unleashed the spells in sequence.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

The frost magic took hold, encasing the troll's knees and ankles in solid ice.

This wasn't merely superficial; the weakened structure of its joints allowed the magic to infiltrate deeply, immobilizing them from within.

CRACK! CRACK!

The left arm's elbow and wrist froze next.

CRACK! CRACK!

Finally, the right arm followed.

The troll's movements became sluggish and imprecise, its attacks faltering.

The tide of battle shifted decisively.

The ability-wielders launched a relentless offensive, overwhelming the crippled creature. Even Vogel's lightning spells, ineffective at first, now wreaked havoc within the troll's vulnerable interior.

The combined onslaught soon brought the beast crashing to the ground.

Owen approached, admiration gleaming in his eyes. "Remarkable work," he said, his voice calm yet sincere.

"These mutated chitinous trolls are notoriously difficult foes within the ruins, and you dispatched it so efficiently."

It seemed Owren had known about the troll's abnormal nature all along, though he had offered no prior warning.

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Gin merely took a step back, deflecting the praise. "The team performed admirably," he replied.

Indeed, Imakir had been instrumental in the fight.

His versatility shone through as he absorbed attacks, provoked the troll's focus, and exploited every opening with surgical precision.

Owen, however, gave a knowing smile. "I wasn't referring to them, Mage Gin. I wonder if they even realize how much of the outcome was shaped by your unseen magic."

"It doesn't matter," Gin replied. "What's important is that we advance further into the ruins."

"Perhaps," Owen mused, "but unresolved recognition often leads to future conflicts. I would keep that in mind."

They began walking forward together.

Around them, the team rested briefly near the fallen troll. Imakir soon approached with a small drone in hand.

"We'll send this ahead to scout," Marcus announced, launching the drone.

It hovered silently before darting deeper into the ruins, transmitting footage to his device. As he examined the feed, Marcus's expression darkened.

"This… is going to be complicated," he muttered.

Owen leaned in to view the screen.

"More chitinous trolls," he noted, his tone neutral.

The camera revealed a vast chamber farther inside the ruins, where five more trolls stood motionless.

The drone halted its progress—venturing further would invite certain destruction.

"We can't gauge the full scope of this place," Marcus said grimly. "If there are more sections like this, our current team won't suffice for further exploration."

Defeating even one troll had been a monumental effort. Facing five at once seemed impossible. Owen turned to Marcus with a calm inquiry.

"Do you plan to abandon the expedition, then?"

Owen's demeanor was devoid of concern.

If the Tree Guild chose to retreat, others would take their place.

Arranging new access through the Five Great Houses would be swift—perhaps within two days.

Marcus hesitated, glancing at the team.

Though weary, no one seemed willing to forfeit the ruins entirely. Such heavily-guarded sites often concealed priceless relics.

After a moment of contemplation, Owen suggested, "Let's at least reach the next chamber. We can reassess our options then."

"Agreed," Marcus replied.

The expedition resumed.

As they advanced, Gin refined his domain pattern, narrowing its focus to extend his perception farther ahead.

The limited scope allowed him to gather more detailed information.

His magic traversed beyond the five trolls, revealing the structure of the corridor ahead.

'This isn't going to be easy,' he thought.

Past the five trolls lay another challenge—three even larger trolls with immense magical reserves.

Beyond them stood a massive, sealed door. Gin's domain faltered there, unable to penetrate the door's arcane defenses.

'It didn't reflect back... It's just blocked completely.'

Frustrated yet curious, Gin pondered his next move.

Could he overcome these trolls without revealing too much of his true power? Would it be worth the risk?

As these thoughts swirled in his mind, the team arrived at the entrance to the chamber where the five trolls awaited.

"Let's do this," Gin resolved, his decision made. The expedition would press on.

He couldn't turn back now—not when the ancient script that might lie at the heart of the ruins beckoned to him.

He had to see it for himself.

Moreover, the allure of uncovering and analyzing the artifacts hidden within intrigued him deeply.

But to achieve that, he would need to reveal more of his power.

The team, led by Marcus, needed to see that victory against the chitinous trolls wasn't just a desperate hope—it was a real possibility.

He had to demonstrate that his magic was capable of turning the tide.

'I've really changed,' Gin mused, a trace of wonder in his thoughts.

His memories prior to the age of seventeen were a blank void.

He knew almost nothing about who he had been before the incident that robbed him of those years.

Through careful investigation, he had managed to uncover fragments of his past actions—vague, disconnected facts that offered little insight.

But what had he thought during those years? What choices had shaped him in moments unseen by others? Those answers eluded him entirely.

There was no clear way to define who he had been back then.

The best he could do was extrapolate from the life he had lived since—guessing that perhaps, even before the memory loss, his nature had been aligned with what it was now. Still, those were only assumptions.

The truth of his past remained shrouded in uncertainty.

Yet here and now, he was certain of one thing: he could not walk away from this challenge.

He had come too far.

Whatever secrets the ruins held, they were within his grasp, and he would face any danger necessary to claim them.

Through six long years, Gin had built a quiet life shaped by caution.

He never acted unless certainty was in his grasp.