The Mage Who Devours Disasters - Chapter 102

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Chapter 102.
“Krraaaaaaagh!”
“Enemy… annihilate them…!”
The undead warriors and demonic beasts were swept away helplessly.
Limbs were torn asunder, incinerated by flame, frozen solid, shattered into fragments.
The Barbarian Four Brothers had no chance to even swing their greatswords.
It was one-sided slaughter.
Baek-un stared blankly at the spectacle unfolding before him.
His mouth hung open, unable to close.
‘This is… the power of The Deity.’
Baek-un’s eyes trembled with awe.
No matter how divine one might be, a mortal rarely—if ever—witnesses such overwhelming authority unleashed at such proximity.
And should such an opportunity arise, it invariably meant the mortal’s death.
No living being survives the wrath of The Deity.
Yet this moment was different.
From the safest vantage point, shielded by divine protection, I beheld that devastating power with my own eyes.
It was wondrous.
It was miraculous.
But simultaneously, a powerful question bloomed in Baek-un’s mind.
‘Something is amiss.’
Asgard is the land of The Deities.
A realm ruled and dominated by them.
Even Baek-un, an orphan immigrant, had heard countless legends, myths, and tales of The Deities since childhood.
Yet.
‘I have never heard of a Deity wielding multiple powers simultaneously.’
Even Kartal, the Dharma Protector they revered, commanded only ‘earthquakes.’
The God of Fire wielded fire, the Frost Deity wielded frost alone—such was the divine order.
But what spectacle did Rag now display?
Fire and water, earthquakes and collapse.
And sharp, cutting winds besides.
Multiple calamities of entirely different natures poured forth simultaneously from a single Deity’s fingertips.
As though grasping and wielding calamity itself.
‘Not yet a Dharma Protector, and yet he conquers the Dungeon…’
Baek-un swallowed hard, watching Rag’s silhouette.
He had not yet given his word to become the Dharma Protector of the Orga Kingdom.
He had neither accepted tribute nor demanded blood sacrifice.
And yet he pressed forward through the Dungeon steadily, without condition or hesitation.
No trace of divine arrogance or shallow calculation emanated from him.
“We advance.”
As Rag’s calm voice fell, the Barbarians surged forward, carving a path ahead.
Baek-un hurried after him.
How much deeper had they ventured?
At the edge of the sheer cliff.
It was when they reached the plaza before the collapsed grand palace.
Boom!
“…!”
Something heavy plummeted from the sky.
The ground caved inward.
As dust settled, a towering figure radiating a ferocious aura emerged.
A man with horns sprouting from his head, clad in crimson armor.
In his hand, he wielded a massive crescent blade as tall as a man.
A Dharma Protector.
He was on an entirely different level from ordinary undead warriors.
A former executive who once guarded the Heavenly Demon Divine Sect, now resurrected and consumed by demonic energy.
“You who defy the will of the Divine Church.”
The Dharma Protector raised his crescent blade, the metal shrieking.
“Atone through death!”
Crash!
The Dharma Protector kicked off the ground and charged forward.
Turan raised his greatsword to meet him.
At the same moment.
Screeeech!
Baek-un’s mind split with a piercing wail.
“Ugh!”
Baek-un clutched his head and collapsed to his knees.
That voice—the one he’d heard every night for days.
As he ventured deeper into the dungeon, the Heavenly Demon’s voice grew more intense and vivid, clawing through his consciousness with brutal clarity.
-Accept it.
The voice reeked of blood.
Resentment.
Rage.
An endless murderous intent toward the monsters that had dragged his world into ruin.
-Accept me. My descendant.
-Join me in slaying those arrogant Deities!
Baek-un gasped for breath, his eyes clenched shut.
-Do not be deceived by that one’s appearance!
The Heavenly Demon’s vengeful spirit shrieked, pointing at Rag.
-That one is also a Deity! A vile predator who uses mortals as pawns and discards them! That Deity merely seeks to exploit you as well!
“No, that’s not… that person is different….”
Baek-un groaned, trying to resist, but the voice would not cease.
—Behold how our world was annihilated!
In an instant.
Baek-un’s vision went dark.
The dungeon landscape of reality vanished, and a forceful vision began flooding into his mind.
“Ahhh….”
A world of unimaginable horror.
A place of ruin.
The landscape of his hometown, already stripped of all traces.
An endless tableau of atrocities that mortal eyes could scarcely bear to witness.
The sky was torn asunder, raining blood like a deluge, while the earth split open with boiling magma surging forth.
Colossal demonic beasts devoured people alive, grinding them between their jaws.
Cities had become ash, and mountains rotted into putrid ruin.
A perfect land of death where no living thing could survive.
And at the epicenter of this devastation.
Entities hovering arrogantly above the sky, laughing.
The Deities.
Each time they flicked their fingers in amusement, fragments of the world shattered and fell.
A realm ravaged by The Deities, brought to its end by The Deities.
—Did you see?
The Heavenly Demon’s voice wailed as if coughing blood.
—They destroy worlds merely for entertainment.
—They feign hope while stealing light, robbing us of our very existence.
—Do not be deceived by their hypocrisy.
—It is nothing but an attempt to blind our eyes.
—Therefore, accept me. Take my power and sever their necks!
Baek-un’s pupils began to lose focus.
The Heavenly Demon’s resentment began crushing Baek-un’s sense of self.
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“In the name of the Heavenly Demon!”
“Annihilate the enemy!”
Boom! Crash!
The number of Temple Guardians continued to swell.
From atop the cliff, between the collapsed palace structures, reinforcements poured in without end.
Massive warriors clad in crimson armor, wielding crescent-moon blades.
Turan and his brothers were cleaving through them with their great swords, but there seemed to be no end.
I observed the surging enemy forces calmly, my staff resting casually across my shoulder.
‘They are attacking us as invaders, certainly.’
Yet something felt off.
This was not the movement of hunting players who had entered the dungeon.
It was far more desperate than that.
As if there were something behind them that needed to be protected.
They formed ranks, and when the front fell, those behind trampled over the corpses to reinforce the defensive line.
‘Perhaps.’
I narrowed my eyes, watching the scattered bodies of the Temple Guardians.
‘This might be a recreation of their final moments.’
The last stand of the Heavenly Demon Divine Sect, crushed beneath The Deities.
The day the world perished.
The memory of a desperate, resolute resistance—fighting against The Deities’ armies to protect their faith and sacred grounds.
Each time the Barbarian Four Brothers’ great swords pierced through a Temple Guardian’s chest.
“Heavenly Demon, save us…!”
They coughed blood and cried out the name of their god, the Heavenly Demon.
Desperately hoping for salvation.
But.
Their god could not save them.
The Heavenly Demon too crumbled before The Deities, and the world turned to ash.
The unsaved believers became the dead.
And they have wandered eternally since, fighting still.
It is resentment.
It is obsession.
And it must be regret.
This is the world’s end.
The conclusion of a game The Deities created as mere amusement—the most tragic and desolate final image of existence.
“….”
I swallowed bitterly.
Earth too would have met the same fate as them, had I not shattered the Sage’s Stone.
Then it happened.
Kwaaaaaang!
Tremendous demonic energy exploded right beside me.
With a sound like the atmosphere tearing, a black vortex swept through.
“Master! Behind you!”
Turan shouted urgently.
I turned my head.
It was Baek-un.
The boy’s body was already suspended in empty space.
His eyes were pitch black, even the whites consumed by darkness, and blood vessels bulged as if about to burst, releasing a crimson aura.
The Heavenly Demon’s resentment had finally consumed Baek-un’s consciousness.
-Abominable deity.
From Baek-un’s mouth came a voice not his own.
The Heavenly Demon’s voice.
-I shall punish you. I will burn away every shred of your divinity!
Demonic energy coalesced, sculpting the form of a colossal energy blade.
Killing intent.
Pure hatred and murderous will directed at The Deity crashed through my chest like a blade.
Truth be told, I already knew.
The deeper we ventured into the Dungeon, the more Baek-un was being consumed by the Heavenly Demon’s obsession.
I had noticed it from the moment the Boy complained of headaches and broke into cold sweat.
But I let it be.
If I forcibly stripped away the demonic energy or tried to wake him midway, there was a grave risk that Baek-un’s brain would burn out, killing him instantly.
More than anything else.
‘I wanted to see.’
The Heavenly Demon.
The overwhelming power of the supreme being who once dominated an entire world.
I wanted to witness with my own eyes the true form of that legendary demon god who had made even The Deities tremble in fear.
Most Deities would have removed the core before the Dungeon’s master appeared.
Had it been Kartal, he would have killed Baek-un long ago and scattered him at the entrance.
But I am not like them.
I do not adhere to their methods.
I simply pierce through, head-on.
A deep, resonant hum!
A colossal black shadow rose behind Baek-un’s back.
The shadow of a great demon god, manifested from the Heavenly Demon’s aura.
Synchronized with Baek-un’s movements, that shadow came hurtling toward me with ferocious intensity.
“My lord! This is dangerous!”
Kalak and Barkan gripped their greatswords and moved to shield me.
But I raised my hand to stop them.
“Fall back.”
A firm command.
“Deal with the Temple Guardians instead.”
“But, my lord…!”
“Did you not hear my order?”
The Barbarian Brothers bit their lips and retreated.
Following my command, they turned their bodies toward the Temple Guardians surging forward once more.
I slowly reached toward my waist.
A sharp metallic whisper.
I drew Abriel, the holy blade of Kwon Cheonsa.
Brilliant holy power illuminated the dark Dungeon with radiant clarity.
The Heavenly Demon’s obsession growled even more fiercely upon seeing the blade’s light.
-Filthy playthings of The Deities! I shall destroy you!
A thunderous crash!
The Heavenly Demon leaped across space as if folding distance itself, closing in before my very eyes.
A sword strike aimed at my throat flew horizontally toward me.
Fast.
And heavy.
It wasn’t merely a mass of energy, but a perfect trajectory that only one who had comprehended the ultimate essence of the blade could unleash.
If this were merely a contest of swordsmanship, I could not win.
After all, I am a mage.
My fundamental nature differed from the Heavenly Demon’s.
Of course, that doesn’t mean I cannot win.
If I wielded a primordial-grade power—’the Living Primordial Flame’—the situation would be different.
I could incinerate Baek-un along with it effortlessly.
But I did not use my powers.
I had withdrawn all of them.
In that state.
Gripping the Holy Sword Abriel.
-…This swordsmanship is?
Just like the Heavenly Demon, I deployed the ‘Heavenly Demon Sword Technique’.

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