I Am A Wizard Who Can Travel Between Earth And The Other World
Chapter 96 - 98 Unleashing the Storm

Though Gin had analyzed the relic's intricate magical structure, replicating it was another matter entirely.

The enchantments engraved within it were nothing short of madness—an arcane masterpiece beyond comprehension.

It employed a series of interconnected dimensional spaces, each housing distinct spell patterns. These patterns were then synchronized and woven together to create extraordinary effects.

Even now, Gin had only begun to scratch the surface of its mysteries.

He couldn't yet fathom how such complex magic had been inscribed within a single object.

Yet, undeterred by the challenge, he had been experimenting with similar magical devices. While he couldn't fully recreate the relic's power, he could imitate it—though his versions were ten times the size of the original.

Still, it was progress. Through this rigorous training and practice, his goal was clear: to one day craft a magical artifact indistinguishable from a true relic.

As he pondered his progress, Kyrie Lynchfield's voice cut through his thoughts.

"Why are you smiling like that? Do you think I'm joking?"

Gin shook his head slightly. "It's not as impressive as you say. Certainly not worthy of being compared to a relic."

She raised an eyebrow, her confidence unwavering. "You're too modest. From what I've seen, it's more than impressive."

Gin met her gaze. "Have you ever seen a Runewright Shield up close?"

"Of course. It was one of the most fascinating sights I've encountered since arriving in Craketon," she replied with a warm smile.

"Were you there for the competition?" Gin asked, surprised.

"I was," she admitted with a playful grin. "I disguised myself and watched from the crowd. You were quite the spectacle."

"And after seeing that, you still think it's comparable to a relic?"

She nodded firmly. "Yes. I do."

Gin knew better. Not all relics were of legendary quality, and some artifacts he had excavated with the Tree Guild were inferior even to the Runewright Shield.

However, the relic he now possessed was leagues above anything he had encountered before—a fact he had yet to fully grasp.

"At the very least, thanks to those shields, this hunt should be easier," Kyrie continued. "We'll likely suffer fewer casualties."

Gin agreed silently. The Needle Giant's most fearsome attack involved a barrage of razor-sharp needles.

Avoiding such an onslaught was near impossible; defending against it was the only viable option. With the Runewright Shields, however, the team stood a fighting chance. So long as the needles didn't surpass the shields' limit, and with multiple shields dispersing the force among themselves, they could endure the beast's assault.

A sudden shift in the distance caught Kyrie's attention.

"It's starting," she murmured.

Gin glanced toward the battlefield.

The bait team had begun to move, drawing the Needle Giant's focus. He nodded to his group. "Let's begin as well."

As leader of the lightning team, Gin commanded both mages and ability-users. While some had grumbled about his authority, no one dared defy the city's decision.

At his signal, the ability-users unleashed streams of lightning. Gin summoned a glowing sphere of blue mana and suspended it in midair ahead of the group.

"Target that sphere with your spells," he instructed the mages. "Timing is everything. Stay focused."

The mages channeled their power, threads of mana weaving intricate spell circles.

When their preparations were nearly complete, Gin pointed to the sphere. Numbers appeared within it, counting down.

5... 4... 3... 2... 1.

The spells fired in unison, lightning arcing through the air like serpentine bolts.

The energy converged on the mana sphere—most of the attacks struck true, though a few narrowly missed. One bolt veered wildly off course, but it didn't matter. Gin had accounted for such deviations.

His magic activated.

A blinding column of lightning surged skyward, coiling and twisting as it grew in size and intensity.

The amplified bolt descended like divine judgment, crashing down on the Needle Giant with a deafening roar.

The monster staggered, its enormous frame trembling under the impact.

The mages stared in awe at the sight, momentarily stunned by their success. Meanwhile, the ability-users collapsed to their knees, gasping for breath as if their very life force had been drained.

"Hah... hah..." They panted heavily, feeling as though the strike had siphoned their magic completely.

"Move. Now. Before the giant regains its senses," Gin ordered, his calm voice cutting through their exhaustion.

His words snapped the group out of their stupor.

The ability-users pushed themselves to their feet, and the mages regained their composure. Gin led them swiftly along the pre-planned route, circling the battlefield to maintain their tactical advantage.

In the distance, a massive explosion of fire engulfed the Needle Giant, another team's attack adding to the chaos. Gin observed the inferno, calculating the time it would take to wear the beast down.

'This might take a while,' he thought grimly.

But he knew they would prevail. Together, they would bring the giant to its knees.

In the high chambers of West Ham's city hall, the deputy mayor sat rigidly on a plush sofa, his posture betraying the tension beneath his composed exterior. His gaze darted nervously toward the figure seated at the head of the room. It was a young man—yet despite his youth, there was an undeniable aura of power surrounding him.

Owen.

His reputation alone could freeze the blood of most officials in the city. The deputy mayor swallowed hard as Owen's cold, penetrating eyes locked onto him.

"I couldn't make sense of the situation," Owen began, his voice smooth yet edged with steel. "After much deliberation, I decided to come here myself. If my visit disrupts your work, I apologize."

The word apologize sounded anything but sincere. In fact, Owen delivered it with a calm authority that conveyed quite the opposite: this was not a courtesy call but a summons for answers. The deputy mayor's throat tightened as he scrambled to maintain his composure.

"I... I'm not entirely sure what issue you're referring to," the deputy managed, forcing a thin smile. "But if you could explain what I might have missed, I assure you I'll correct it immediately."

Owen's gaze remained unrelenting. "I'm talking about the recent magical artifact competition."

At those words, the deputy mayor's mind raced, lightning flashing in the recesses of his thoughts. The competition. Of course. He hadn't grasped the significance of it at the time, but rumors had reached his ears afterward. Representatives from the Five Great Families had attended, including not only the Freeden house but also envoys from the Willex and Lynchfield families. Their presence had been entirely unexpected for what should have been a routine local event.

Why did they care so much? The realization of his oversight caused a cold sweat to run down the length of his spine.

"Th-The competition was conducted with complete transparency," the deputy stammered. "Every selection was judged fairly, under my personal supervision. I can vouch for its legitimacy."

He swallowed again, his throat dry as parchment. "Of course, if there's any advice or feedback you wish to provide—"

The words hung in the air, an unspoken plea for mercy. Perhaps the Freeden family wanted to invest in the project, or perhaps they sought influence over the supply contracts for West Ham's military. If so, the deputy mayor would gladly make accommodations.

But Owen's expression darkened, his brow furrowing in displeasure. He leaned forward ever so slightly, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop.

"You think our house—the Freeden house—is here to siphon off profits from West Ham's military artifact contracts?" Owen's voice, though measured, carried a weight that pressed down on the deputy's chest like an invisible hand.

The deputy mayor felt his heart skip a beat. He had made a grave mistake.

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