I Am A Wizard Who Can Travel Between Earth And The Other World-Chapter 45 - 47 The Warning Signs

Michael raked his fingers through his hair in frustration.

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"Then how do we get access to a better black market?"

Alberta crossed her arms and spoke firmly.

"You build trust. Earn a reputation. Strengthen your power and influence."

Alberta's expression hardened.

"So that's why you accepted this job?"

Alberta nodded.

"Astra Pharmaceuticals likely has ties to a legitimate black market. If we succeed, we might gain entry."

Michael frowned deeply.

"Wouldn't it have been more beneficial to side with Merentil? They're stronger and more stable."

"Merentil wouldn't trust us. They'd see us as outsiders, maybe even disposable. Fishmongers Guild has worked with Astra before. That's why our guildmaster, Anderain, chose this path."

Alberta's voice sharpened with resolve.

"Remember this—your life comes first. If the mission fails, fine. Just don't die."

Everyone nodded solemnly, their faces grim.

Silence fell over the van as they each braced themselves for what was to come. Alberta remained vigilant, her eyes constantly scanning their surroundings. She had learned long ago that when a bad feeling gripped her like this, danger was never far behind.

Her instincts screamed at her as she glanced out the window. Her eyes widened.

Someone was sprinting toward them at inhuman speed—a figure crackling with power. There was no mistaking it. This was an ability user, and they were about to crash into the van like a living projectile.

"Everyone, brace yourselves! Activate your magic!" Alberta shouted.

Without hesitation, the passengers channeled protective auras around their bodies. No one questioned her command. When Alberta gave an order, they obeyed.

Alberta enveloped herself in magic and turned to shield the driver just as a deafening BOOM shattered the night.

The van shook violently, but she felt no impact on her back. Confused, she spun around to see the assailant hurtling through the air, repelled as if by an invisible force.

"Pull over," she commanded the driver.

The van slowed to a stop, and the other vehicles in the convoy followed suit. No one was willing to press on without understanding what had just happened. Alberta and the others quickly exited the vehicle and took in the scene before them.

"They're too many," she muttered under her breath.

The enemy force was twice their number. Regardless of individual abilities, sheer numbers made this an uphill battle.

But retreat was not an option. Not without a fight.

'They've seen our strength now,' Alberta thought, recalling the earlier incident.

The attacker had been no amateur. His speed alone proved his skill, yet he had been flung away in an instant. She didn't need to ask who was responsible. It had to be Gin, the hidden blade of their side.

Magic flared across the battlefield as enemy forces gathered. Their power surged like a storm, making it difficult to gauge the exact strength of each individual.

"We defend the trucks. Stick to the plan," Alberta ordered.

The group quickly formed a defensive formation, encircling the five trucks.

The enemy was approaching from a single direction, which gave them a temporary advantage. If there were a flanking maneuver, they would deal with it when the time came.

As Alberta stood at the front, Jaiden and Brayan approached her. Brayan grumbled under his breath.

"This job would be better suited for Krast. Damn it."

Chris was another sub-master of the Fishmongers Guild, renowned for his defensive prowess. Brayan, by contrast, was an offensive specialist. Unfortunately, Chris was away on another mission, leaving Brayan to fill the role.

Odis spoke hesitantly.

"Are we sure we can hold them off?"

Brayan's eyes blazed with defiance.

"Don't start doubting before we even fight! We'll make it work."

Despite the absurdity of his words, Brayan's confidence was infectious. Alberta added with a smirk,

"We've got a pretty impressive hidden ace. Might as well put some faith in him."

Brayan had also witnessed the earlier incident.

"It's a mage," he muttered.

"A mage?" Jaiden echoed, disbelief creeping into his voice.

"Yeah. I can't think of another explanation for how that guy was sent flying. There are a few ability users with similar powers, but it didn't look like that to me."

"Couldn't they have used a magical artifact?" Jaiden suggested.

Brayan scowled. He hated Jaiden's tendency to dampen morale with pessimistic remarks.

"Shut up and focus on stopping those bastards."

The conversation ended as Brayan stared ahead with a fierce gaze. Flames erupted in the distance, illuminating the advancing enemy ranks.

"Damn it. Definitely a mage," he muttered darkly.

Gin lay on the roof of the last van in the convoy, his body relaxed but his senses heightened. There was no need to watch with his eyes.

His information field extended outward in all directions, feeding him detailed awareness without effort.

He thought back to the time when he had relied solely on magical fog to gather intelligence. The difference was staggering.

Information fog had been like having his senses dulled by a layer of thick gel.

But now, with his field spread wide, he could monitor everything within a kilometer's radius by focusing his magical resources on specific conditions: identifying ability users, their magical capacity, and their elemental affinities.

As the convoy advanced, Gin identified a prime ambush site. The area was devoid of bystanders and offered ample cover—perfect for an assault by a numerically superior force. Sure enough, multiple enemies entered his information field, their presence lighting up like beacons.

He sat up slowly, narrowing his focus on the enemy cluster. More data streamed into his mind.

'A mage,' he thought, his eyes narrowing.

One among the enemy stood out—a third-circle mage with three energy cores. Gin adjusted his information field to gather more details.

"Not bad," he muttered, impressed. This one was leagues beyond Rigen, a mage Gin had previously defeated. The cores in this mage's magic cylinders were denser, indicating higher magical reserves and better control.

Unlike ability users, identifying a mage's specialization purely from their core structure was difficult. But Gin was ready. He stood, his aura sharpening like a drawn blade.

The battle was about to begin.