I Am A Wizard Who Can Travel Between Earth And The Other World-Chapter 65 - 67 The Unveiling of Power

Outwardly, he was a thriving café owner, yet in truth, he was an isolated figure, immersing himself in arcane research and concealing his talents from the world.

Solitude suited him; he found far more comfort in the quiet of study than in the chaos of external life.

But after encountering the hidden dimension—the Shadow Realm—he had come to a startling realization: all of his assumptions about himself were wrong.

Caution? Reluctance to act without certainty? None of it remained true. Now, he embraced impulsive, dangerous ventures.

He relished the thrill of combat, and shockingly, he had even begun to crave battles fought with his body as much as his mind.

'How did I ever suppress all of this?' he wondered.

Had the door to his true self finally opened, unleashing all that he had once kept buried?

Contemplating this, Gin approached Marcus, who greeted him with a mixture of caution and resignation.

"We've got five chitinous trolls ahead," Marcus said. "Getting past them won't be easy. And judging by their appearance, they all seem to be mutated versions."

"Then are we turning back?" Gin asked calmly.

Marcus nodded. "Yes. We'll take the one we defeated earlier and return.

As much as I hate it, it's better to retreat now than suffer heavy losses trying to force our way through."

"What if there was a possibility we could succeed?" Gin inquired, his voice laced with quiet confidence.

Marcus's eyes widened in surprise. "A possibility…?"

"I'll take a more active role. With my support, we can handle the five trolls," Gin said.

"Are you serious?"

"You saw what happened with the last one. Surely you don't believe the Tree Guild defeated it on their own," Gin replied with a grin.

Marcus glanced at him, astonished. "So it was you… You were the one who turned the tide."

With Gin's confirmation, the tension in Gin's shoulders eased, replaced by renewed determination.

It wasn't in his nature—or anyone's here, for that matter—to abandon an opportunity if there was even a sliver of hope.

"If you're really going to help, could you explain your plan?" Marcus asked. "It'll make it easier for us to coordinate."

"I'll start by weakening their durability," Gin said.

"Their durability?"

"Yes. Chitinous trolls can absorb and disperse the shock of most physical attacks throughout their bodies," Gin explained.

"Ah… That explains a lot!" Several ability-wielders nodded in agreement, recalling how their previous strikes had been blunted.

"Not only are their bones and muscles incredibly strong, but their cores enhance their resilience. That's why we need to weaken them with magic first. Once their defenses drop, your attacks will connect," Gin continued.

To weaken five trolls simultaneously, Gin would need to conjure and sustain 25 magical circles at once—a feat that would have been impossible for him before.

He had previously been limited to controlling 12 circles simultaneously, but since breaking past his former limitations, he had ascended to a new level. Now, he could maintain up to 36 active magic circles in tandem.

When Marcus expressed his doubts, Gin responded with an unwavering nod. "It's possible."

His confidence lifted the spirits of everyone present. Gin continued, "Once their durability drops, I'll use frost magic on their joints and send shockwaves to damage them internally.

You can fight as you did before, but split into smaller groups to focus on the trolls weakened by debuffs.

It won't take long to finish them off."

Vogel, who had been observing the discussion with a perplexed expression, finally spoke. "This... this sounds impossible," he muttered under his breath.

Vogel was a respected mage in his own right, skilled in elemental magic—lightning, fire, ice, and wind—but he had never encountered anyone capable of controlling magic on Gin's level. He stole a glance at Owen, who watched the exchange with great interest. Vogel knew Owen by reputation. Stories of Owen's unparalleled mastery were well-known in the magical community. If even someone of Owen's caliber found Gin fascinating, that was a testament to the mage's extraordinary abilities.

With the group now committed to pressing forward, Vogel reluctantly acknowledged that he, too, had to contribute.

Yet he found himself at a loss.

He knew no spells designed to debilitate enemies, and such magic was rare to begin with. Despite this, he resolved to make himself useful.

"Is there anything specific you'd like me to do?" Vogel asked, his voice tinged with both doubt and hope.

"Just avoid using fire," Gin replied. "I'll be freezing the trolls' joints, so fire magic could interfere. Use something with wind or lightning instead, and make sure your spells activate where the trolls are without obstructing the movement of our fighters."

Vogel nodded slowly, his mind racing. Positioning his spells to avoid interfering with the others would be tricky, but with only four or five fighters engaging each troll, it seemed manageable. "Understood. I'll do that."

With the plan finalized, Marcus stepped forward, his face set with determination. "Alright, let's begin."

Gin moved swiftly, conjuring 25 magical circles in rapid succession.

The trolls remained motionless, their towering forms eerily still.

The simultaneous activation of the magic sent waves of disruption coursing through their armored bodies, significantly reducing their durability.

The trolls' cores could no longer fully disperse the force of incoming attacks.

"Now!" Gin shouted.

The ability-wielders charged forward, their movements synchronized.

Above them, Vogel's spells roared through the air—shockwaves of wind-based magic that slammed into the trolls with deafening force.

BOOOM!

Explosions of power erupted as countless attacks struck the trolls. Gin quickly completed a frost spell, targeting their joints.

Ice spread, locking their limbs in place. Not satisfied with merely immobilizing them, he continued to unleash shockwaves, shaking their very foundations.

The chamber echoed with thunderous impacts and shattering ice.

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The trolls staggered, their attempts to retaliate growing clumsy and ineffective.

Then, with a ground-shaking rumble, the creatures began to move—not in coordinated attack, but in desperation to escape the relentless assault.

The battle had begun in earnest.

The five chitinous trolls, realizing they could not defend their position, began to shift. Yet it was already too late.

Gin's relentless assault continued.

He ensured that the durability-weakening magic never waned, while simultaneously unleashing bursts of frost to freeze their joints and shockwaves to disrupt their internal structure.

The battle turned into a one-sided onslaught.

One by one, the trolls fell with resounding crashes.

A surge of exhilaration swept through the team as they stood victorious.

They regrouped and organized the fallen trolls, using the moment to catch their breath.

Amidst the scattered sounds of celebration, Owen approached Gin, who had seated himself on the stone floor to rest. Despite witnessing the entire fight, Owen had not intervened even once.

"You are far more formidable than I had imagined," Owen remarked with quiet admiration.

Gin offered a modest smile.