The Mage Who Devours Disasters - Chapter 103

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Chapter 103.
Clang! Kaaaaang!
The Holy Sword Abriel and the Heavenly Demon’s qi blade clashed.
Sparks erupted in all directions.
I was driven back two steps.
My wrist tingled.
It wasn’t a matter of insufficient strength.
I was completely overwhelmed in the weight carried by the blade, the trajectory, and the technique of wielding it.
Yet.
‘This is a rare opportunity.’
I twisted my blood-stained lips into a smile.
This chance would never come again.
An opportunity to cross blades directly with the founder himself—one who had reached the ultimate pinnacle of the Heavenly Demon Divine Art.
Moreover, in actual combat.
There existed fragments of true martial prowess that could only be stolen within a life-or-death struggle.
-How audacious!
The Heavenly Demon’s brow furrowed.
Had he sensed my intention?
Or did he find it ridiculous that a mortal dared to imitate his swordsmanship?
A dark sneer played across his lips.
-Did you truly believe you could surpass me with such clumsy imitation?
Kwaaaang!
The Heavenly Demon’s qi blade surged forward again.
Fast.
Far faster and sharper than before.
I raised Abriel and desperately defended against it.
Clang! Screech! Zzzzzt!
Block, deflect, evade.
I strained to read the trajectory and intent of the Heavenly Demon’s strikes.
I pushed the ‘observation’ and ‘calculation ability’ I had honed throughout my life as a Mage to their absolute limits.
I sought the meaning within each sword path.
Why twist the wrist here?
Why plant the foot there?
I analyzed meticulously, missing not even the slightest movement.
That was it.
I was being taught the Heavenly Demon’s swordsmanship directly by the Heavenly Demon himself.
It was like receiving private tutoring through actual combat, carving away blood and flesh in the process.
“…!”
My side was slashed open.
My shoulder was torn.
Blood sprayed as armor shrieked in protest.
But I did not stop.
Instead, I pursued his trajectory with even greater tenacity.
As time elapsed.
As our blades clashed more frequently.
As wounds accumulated across my body.
‘I can see it now.’
I was gradually catching up.
The formulas I once understood intellectually, my body was beginning to internalize.
The Grand Sage’s staff amplified my proficiency by 200%.
The hidden trait ‘One Who Transcends’ shattered its limits.
Every passive ability was amplifying my growth monstrously.
Ding! Ding!
[Your proficiency in ‘Heavenly Demon Swordsmanship’ has increased!]
[‘Heavenly Demon Swordsmanship’ has reached 7-stars.]
[‘Heavenly Demon Swordsmanship’ has reached 8-stars.]
The system notifications exploded like fireworks.
I tightened my grip on Abriel.
At last.
-…?!
Shock flooded the Heavenly Demon’s eyes.
My sword strike had transformed.
It was no longer crude imitation.
I was reading his blade path perfectly, meeting it with identical trajectories.
No—blended with the holy sword’s sacred power, I was now pressing him with even more lethal momentum.
As if I myself had become the Heavenly Demon.
Clang!
Demonic and holy blades collided, locked in a tense contest of strength.
-How is this possible….
The Heavenly Demon’s voice trembled.
-How can a mere Deity…!!
His gaze was one of incomprehension.
The Deities cared nothing for mortal martial techniques.
They preferred to simply crush with their divine authority.
Yet this Deity before me wielded his own swordsmanship.
More than that.
Why was he learning and growing stronger using his techniques against him?
The fact that he was deceiving the Heavenly Demon by using him as a teacher struck a nerve.
-How dare you imitate me, you wretched creature!
The Heavenly Demon roared.
—Don’t you dare sully my martial prowess with the Deities’ petty amusement!
His emotions poured into the blade.
The sword swelled pitch-black, scattering a ferocious killing intent.
Resentment.
Despair.
The helplessness of failing to save his own world.
Endless hatred toward the Deities.
All those negative emotions crystallized on the blade and crashed down upon me.
Kwaaaaaaah!
A colossal black tempest swept forward.
But.
“….”
I didn’t evade.
Lowering Abriel, I accepted every ounce of his emotion head-on.
Because.
‘In the end, he is already dead.’
He is a lingering grudge.
A mass of regret that found no rest even in death.
The reason he never released his blade even after the world’s destruction.
Because he never fully unleashed his remorse, his rage, his bitter injustice.
No one had ever heard their despair.
The Deities only mocked and ridiculed them.
Clang!
The sword bit deep into my shoulder.
Blood erupted.
But I didn’t avert my gaze—I met his eyes directly.
I am different from the other Deities.
I was the same as them.
I watched the world burn with my own eyes.
Earth.
Those horrific days when my loved ones were torn apart and slaughtered.
I ground my teeth, cursing the Deities.
I traveled the world, drawing magic circles.
In the end, I even tried to shatter my own heart for vengeance.
So.
“I understand you.”
That profound, anguished fury.
That bitter, searing regret.
—Bullshit!
The Heavenly Demon’s voice shook the Dungeon.
Whoosh!
Black flames erupted from both eyes.
-How dare a wretch like you, a pompous and repulsive Deity, presume to understand my despair!
The demonic energy pouring from the Heavenly Demon’s blade grew even more dense.
A murky aura cascaded down like a waterfall.
It was madness incarnate.
Beyond rage, a murderous intent flowed forth from one who had completely lost all reason.
That frenzy spread through the Dungeon’s atmosphere like a plague.
Shhhhh.
Soon, a colossal halo materialized behind the Heavenly Demon’s back.
But it was no sacred light.
A blood-soaked, ashen aureole.
‘The divine essence has revealed itself.’
I narrowed my eyes.
The Heavenly Demon was mortal.
Yet having consumed countless resentful spirits and coiled within Asgard, he had ultimately come to harbor fragments of a twisted divine essence within himself.
Transformation into the Mad Deity.
Ah.
Only then did I understand.
Why the Deities feared the Mad Deity so deeply and kept their distance.
Why they had fought so desperately to seal and destroy the Mad Deity.
‘Madness is contagious.’
Like a disease, like a virus, it spreads to the Deities.
The resentful spirits of the Destroyed World, their despair and agony, corrupt the divine essence of the Deities.
Thus robbing them of reason, ultimately transforming them into monsters that hate and devour one another—a terrible poison.
Uuuuuung!
The Heavenly Demon’s madness became thick fog and engulfed me.
My vision flashed crimson.
The Barbarian Four Brothers’ bodies went rigid.
Their eyes had already rolled back completely white.
Exposed to the madness, their reason had been paralyzed.
They stood motionless like statues, unable to move even as they fought the Temple Guardians.
‘Dangerous.’
Had I been an ordinary lesser Deity, my mind would have already shattered into insanity.
The Heavenly Demon’s aura burrowed into my skin and began piercing my consciousness.
Kill the Deity.
Tear the Deity apart.
Destroy everything.
Vile whispers circled my ears.
But.
“Ha.”
I burst into a bitter laugh.
Madness? Resentment?
“Did you really think such things would work on me?”
They don’t work.
I cannot be corrupted.
Because.
‘I already despise The Deity.’
My very essence already aligned perfectly with that madness.
There was no need to brainwash me.
I myself was brimming with the venom to devour and annihilate every last one of the Tower Gods.
That’s why I didn’t evade the Heavenly Demon’s madness.
Instead, I opened my chest wide and accepted it head-on.
“Is that all?”
I tightened my grip on Abriel and sneered in return.
“The fury of one who claims to slay The Deity amounts to merely this? How disappointing.”
I provoked him.
“Come at me with everything. Let’s see if your pathetic despair can even graze my feet.”
-You insolent wretch!
The Heavenly Demon lost all reason and surged forward.
The Mad Deity’s blade poured down upon me in a frenzy.
Crash! Clang! Screech!
Flesh tore away and blood sprayed.
Yet the framework remained that of the Heavenly Demon.
No matter how wildly he thrashed, his foundation was the Heavenly Demon Swordsmanship.
I did not retreat.
Instead, I sublimated his madness through my own blade technique.
I read his fury and stole his trajectory.
Ding! Ding!
[Heavenly Demon Swordsmanship proficiency surges explosively!]
[Heavenly Demon Swordsmanship has reached 9-Star!]
[Heavenly Demon Swordsmanship has reached 10-Star!]
I advance.
Drenched in blood, I took one step forward.
Crash!
Blade met blade.
Madness clashed with madness.
My madness was no less than the Heavenly Demon’s.
I severed and overwhelmed the raw resentment he unleashed.
[You break through your limits!]
[The Heavenly Demon Sword Technique has reached 11 stars.]
-…!
The Heavenly Demon’s energy blade trembled.
I could see his pupils wavering.
He had read it.
The killing intent pouring from the tip of my sword.
My madness.
‘Whose madness is stronger.’
Who is the greater lunatic.
Aren’t you curious.
So then.
“Hahahaha!”
I laughed.
Because I was genuinely enjoying myself.
And then.
My madness began to suppress the Heavenly Demon’s madness instead.
Kaaaaang!
My blade pierced through the Heavenly Demon’s defense.
His energy blade shattered into fragments.
And.
[You have reached the Ultimate Principle.]
[The Heavenly Demon Sword Technique has reached 12 stars!]
12 stars.
The perfection of sword technique.
In that moment.
Thud!
-…Cough.
The holy blade pierced deep into the Heavenly Demon’s chest.
The Heavenly Demon’s movements ceased.
And at the same time.
Uuuuung!
The Heavenly Demon’s soul and my soul collided violently.
Our spirits began to resonate deeply through the blade as a conduit.
My vision flickered white.
And then.
…The Heavenly Demon saw it.
Fragments of indelible memories carved deep within the soul.
A colossal magic circle that engulfed Earth.
The Sage’s Stone, forged by offering the corpses of comrades as sacrifice.
Before the Absolute Deity Irresistible Force, a heart that burst and turned the planet Earth itself into ashes.
A Mage’s form.
-….
The Heavenly Demon’s eyes widened as if they might tear apart.
His gaze trembled violently.
The illusion shattered.
Without even glancing at the holy sword embedded in my chest, the Heavenly Demon stared up at me in a daze.
He had comprehended it.
-You, are….
The source of that crushing murderous intent contained within my blade’s edge.
The depth and magnitude of the hatred I harbor toward The Deities!
And.
This man before his eyes—someone so insignificant that he couldn’t even present his calling card.
…How utterly, devastatingly mad he truly was.

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