I Am A Wizard Who Can Travel Between Earth And The Other World
Chapter 88 - 90 The Selection of Artifacts

As soon as they entered the private reception room, Owen offered Gin an apologetic bow.

"I must apologize for today. The elders of my family have never acted like that before."

"It's fine. Honestly, I found it rather entertaining," Gin responded, his tone relaxed.

He truly meant it.

How often did one have the chance to experience such a spectacle? Throughout the conversation with the Owen elders, a hidden force had continuously tested the magical barrier encasing his body.

Gin found it unexpectedly enjoyable to both fend off those subtle probes and maintain a polite discussion at the same time.

The content of the conversation had also intrigued him. The entire affair had been driven by their concern for Owen.

Gin didn't know what the elders ultimately decided,

but he could make an educated guess.

'They'll probably watch me even more closely from now on,' he mused.

While Gin pondered this, Owen returned holding a finely crafted box.

"Here, this is for you," Owen said, offering the open case.

"A gun?" Gin noted, his eyes widening slightly.

Inside the box, nestled in soft padding, was a sleek handgun. The craftsmanship was impeccable.

"This is no ordinary weapon," Gin muttered, sensing the latent power within.

Owen smiled. "You're correct. It's an artifact.

I noticed your interest in firearms, so I arranged for this."

A spark of excitement lit up Gin's eyes. "Thank you. I'll accept it gladly."

This wasn't just any artifact.

It was one of five legendary guns rumored to have been discovered within ancient ruins. Gin had long desired one of them.

"I'm glad it pleases you," Owen said, watching Gin's reaction with satisfaction.

A profound sense of fulfillment welled within him, one he had never experienced before. It was strange but also exhilarating—and a little terrifying.

"I feel like I'm receiving too much," Gin remarked with a faint smile.

Owen shook his head gently. "Think of it as rightful compensation. You have no reason to feel burdened."

"Very well. But if you ever need my help, please let me know," Gin said earnestly.

Owen's expression brightened, and he nodded firmly. "I'll remember that."

With those words, their meeting concluded.

Later, Gin examined the gun meticulously, turning it over in his hands.

Its design was simple, without any ornate engravings or decorative embellishments. Yet it was unlike any ordinary firearm.

There was no visible chamber or magazine, no slot for inserting bullets. Still, the trigger mechanism was intact.

When he pressed it lightly, he noticed a faint internal click, suggesting that some hidden magical process would activate upon firing.

His curiosity piqued, Gin began probing the gun's structure with his magic.

The first thing he encountered was a formidable security spell—far more advanced than any he had ever encountered.

The barrier was so intricate that he couldn't immediately see a way through. It was as though the artifact's very essence resisted intrusion. Still, Gin wasn't deterred.

He focused, letting his mind work through every possible angle to decipher the protective layers.

Hours passed in intense concentration. Finally, after three exhausting hours, he unraveled the outermost layer of the security enchantment—only to find another, even more complex barrier beneath it.

This time, it wasn't just a pattern. It was composed of ancient runes.

'Ancient script... used to form a security spell?' Gin thought, astonished.

At first, he struggled to comprehend it. However, as memories of his studies in ancient magic surfaced, he began to piece things together.

These were not ordinary symbols. They were constructs designed explicitly for harnessing and manipulating magical energy.

'How fascinating...'

The runes covered the entire magical structure of the artifact like a dense web.

To his further surprise, the symbols matched ones he had seen in an ancient ruin not long ago—holographic characters that had floated in midair.

Realization struck. Gin carefully traced the familiar runes and channeled a precise stream of magic into them.

The moment he did, the remaining runes rearranged and vanished like a puzzle falling into place. The security spell had been broken.

'Those five floating runes from the ruin... they were the key to this artifact's lock,' Gin realized.

But questions flooded his mind. Why had he been the only one to see those runes in the ruin? Why were they the key to this weapon?

A long-buried truth surfaced—one Gin had tried to avoid confronting. He had no memory of the first seventeen years of his life. When he awoke from that void, he possessed inexplicable magical abilities.

'Could I be someone else entirely? Did I take over this body from whoever lived in it before?'

Shaking his head, Gin dismissed the unsettling thoughts.

It was too soon to draw conclusions.

He needed more information, and he suspected that the truth lay scattered across the hidden corners of the world. Perhaps the intense pull he had felt toward the portal in the warehouse was connected to this mystery.

For now, he set his musings aside and refocused on the artifact. The security spell was gone. All that remained was to examine the core of its magic. His heart raced in anticipation of the secrets he would uncover.

Meanwhile, Walter, head of the Runewright Workshop, struggled to steady his breath. His heart pounded relentlessly as he stood on the training grounds where today's artifact selection test would take place.

The workshop's survival didn't hinge on the city government's decision.

Even without the contract, they were overwhelmed with orders.

However, securing the military contract would allow them to expand exponentially—perhaps tripling their size. It would provide time and resources to develop new enchanted artifacts and solidify their future.

He scanned the crowd gathering around the training field. Officials from the city government mingled with representatives from Shine Workshop, Runewright's rival. Other spectators, including military personnel and dignitaries, observed the scene with keen interest.

Walter's gaze hardened as he noticed Shine Workshop's representatives conversing with city officials. It was clear they had spared no effort in preparing for today.

The fact that Shine had stolen both the sulsik and schematics for Runewright's shield was evidence of their determination.

Still, Walter felt reassured knowing that the final, critical portion of the sulsik remained secret—known only to Gin.

After the sabotage, he had sought Gin's advice, and the mage had provided a solution: simply add one additional type of test to the evaluation.

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