The Mage Who Devours Disasters - Chapter 105

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Chapter 105.
Super Luck.
The ultimate power obtained by consuming the Deity of Fortune.
‘Finally, it’s activating.’
I had been curious about what kind of miracle this power would actually bring forth.
If it merely elevated the dice numbers to a higher level, it would be no different from ordinary ‘luck’.
But the modifier ‘super’ was affixed before it.
It meant bringing forth a variable that would twist providence itself and forcibly tear apart even the System’s rules.
Wondering what the result would truly be, I gazed at the System window floating in empty space with eager eyes.
Crackle. Craaackle!
The number 4,444 hovering in empty space began to distort grotesquely.
Noise flickered across it like a virus-infected screen, and then it shattered into fragments.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Notifications erupted like madness.
[‘Luck Dice’ has activated!]
[Jackpot has been triggered!]
[The Wheel of Fate spins!]
[Recalibrating results.]
[‘Overcompensation’ is being granted!]
Fwoooooosh!
A pillar of light cascaded down.
From within that radiance, three weighty objects dropped to the ground—thunk, thunk, thunk.
I stared blankly down at those items.
A sword, a helm, and gauntlets.
All three bore the same material and patterns as the armor and boots I was already wearing.
Black iron dark as pitch, pulsing with patterns like crimson veins.
[Reward (1): Heavenly Demon Sword (Mythic)]
[Reward (2): Heavenly Demon Helm (Mythic)]
[Reward (3): Heavenly Demon Gauntlets (Mythic)]
“Insane….”
A curse escaped my lips unbidden.
Goosebumps erupted across my entire body.
Is this what Super Luck truly is?
The very things I needed most, the things I desired most desperately.
It pinpointed them exactly and delivered them all at once.
‘…Finally, it’s all complete.’
Before regression, countless nations and rankers had fought tooth and nail, desperate to obtain even a single piece of this legendary equipment.
The complete set.
Now, it rested entirely within my grasp.
I picked up the equipment pieces from the ground one by one.
I placed the helmet upon my head and fitted the gauntlets over both hands.
Finally, I gripped the weighty hilt of the Heavenly Demon sword with all my strength.
Clang!
The moment I donned the final piece of equipment.
Uuuuuuuung!
The five components enveloping my body began to resonate as one.
Armor, boots, helmet, gauntlets, and sword.
The separated demonic essence interlocked like gears, turning in perfect synchronization.
Crimson patterns etched like blood vessels trembled in unison, unleashing a blinding radiance.
Ding!
[‘Heavenly Demon Set’ 5/5 equipped.]
[Ultimate set effect activated!]
[Passive: ‘Oppression of the Demon God’ activated.]
[Active: ‘Descent of the Heavenly Demon’ now available!]
A smile spread across my face.
Descent of the Heavenly Demon.
The Heavenly Demon sword technique transcended at 13 stars with the title of Divine Demon, combined with a complete set of equipment.
‘This power is far more tremendous than I anticipated, Deity of Fortune.’
I suppressed my excitement and turned my gaze away.
The boy collapsed on the ground.
Baek-un.
He had poured out the Heavenly Demon’s original soul completely, now sprawled like an empty husk.
The boy’s face was deathly pale as he breathed heavily, unconscious.
Using his body as a vessel to contain a will rivaling the divine was itself a miracle that he survived.
I approached and cradled Baek-un in one arm.
“Let us depart.”
At my command, the Barbarian Four Brothers who had been keeping watch nodded.
Leaving the collapsing ruins of the Heavenly Demon Cult Dungeon behind, we stepped beyond the rift.
* * *
Outside the Orga Kingdom, before the dungeon’s rift.
The King of Orga and hundreds of knights held their breath, swallowing hard.
How much time had passed?
The black demonic essence pouring from the rift showed no signs of subsiding.
The king’s hands trembled slightly.
‘I pray he is unharmed.’
He prayed earnestly.
He tried to think as positively as possible.
But.
‘Rag is, in any case, no mere lower-tier deity.’
The anxiety would not easily fade.
This dungeon was the largest and most ferocious in the recorded history of the Orga Kingdom’s observations.
If we were careless, even Rag might be consumed by the dungeon’s primordial curse.
“Your Majesty.”
The Knight Commander whispered in a low voice.
“If… Lord Rag should fail, what are we to do?”
The King of Orga could not answer.
If he failed?
The kingdom would be finished.
There would be no way to stop the horde of demonic beasts pouring forth from that Rift.
Even if something went wrong with Rag, it would be catastrophic.
Everyone knew he was the Apostle Deity of Heimdall.
But there existed an even more terrifying scenario.
“On rare occasions.”
The Knight Commander’s voice trembled.
“I have heard that Deities who venture to conquer dungeons sometimes lose their reason, crushed beneath the demonic energy, and become the Mad Deity.”
In the worst case.
If Rag were corrupted by the dungeon’s curse and descended into madness.
He could become a far greater calamity than any horde of demonic beasts, reducing the Orga Kingdom itself to ash.
The King of Orga squeezed his eyes shut.
“We have no choice but to trust Lord Rag.”
Then it happened.
Kuguguguguung!
The Ground trembled violently, as if possessed.
The Knights lost their footing and staggered.
“An earthquake!”
“The Rift—!”
The King of Orga’s eyes snapped open.
The Rift, which had been spewing dark demonic energy, was now twisting grotesquely as if screaming.
Crack! Crack!
The sound of space itself splitting, like cracks spreading across a Glass Window.
And finally.
Kwaaaaaaang!
The Rift collapsed inward upon itself.
Dust erupted in a tempestuous storm.
As the wind subsided and vision cleared.
“…Ah.”
A sigh escaped from the King of Orga’s lips.
Massive shadows emerging from the dust.
Rag stood at the forefront.
Carried upon one of his shoulders was Baek-un, the young immigrant who had been dragged into the dungeon.
And following silently behind them were the Barbarian Four Brothers.
Everyone had returned alive and unharmed.
“The Dungeon… has collapsed!”
“We’ve conquered it! Rag has annihilated the demonic beasts!”
The knights struck their shields and cheered.
It had been miraculously brief.
So swift and flawless—they’d even managed to rescue the boy, whom they’d written off as dead weight, and bring him out alive.
But then.
“Ugh…!”
Everyone’s eyes filled with dread in an instant.
Rag was approaching.
Yet the atmosphere was unmistakably different from before he’d entered the Dungeon.
From Rag’s entire body, a suffocating killing intent and demonic aura cascaded forth like a waterfall.
‘The oppressive might of a Demon God.’
That overwhelming pressure bore down upon everyone’s shoulders.
The King of Orga swallowed hard.
He was afraid.
What if, as the Knight Commander had warned, Rag had been consumed by the Dungeon’s primordial will and become the Mad Deity?
Rag came to a halt.
Their eyes met.
“R-Rag….”
The King of Orga’s legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground.
Then Rag’s voice cut through the air.
“King of Orga.”
The King of Orga held his breath.
He feared what words would come, what judgment would be passed.
But then.
“I shall.”
Rag spoke with cold indifference.
“become your Guardian Deity.”
“…!”
Ahhhhh…!
The King of Orga trembled violently.
Rag had not been consumed by madness.
He had conquered the Dungeon cleanly and returned to declare himself their Guardian Deity.
In that moment, fear transformed into ecstasy.
The King of Orga struck his forehead against the ground repeatedly, weeping with joy.
“Your grace is boundless! Great Rag!”
* * *
Before the grand Divine Temple at the heart of the Orga Kingdom.
I entered the heart of the Divine Temple, escorted by the King and his Knights.
Upon the Altar lay a colossal monolith inscribed with geometric magical formations and the emblem of The Tower.
The System’s conduit for binding the covenant of the Protector Deity.
“You need only place your hand upon it, my lord.”
The King guided me with a trembling voice.
I stood before the monolith and slowly extended my hand.
The cold metallic surface of the Heavenly Demon gauntlet made contact with the stone.
Uuuuuoooong!
The monolith vibrated with golden radiance as a System Message materialized.
[Will you register as the new Protector Deity of the Orga Kingdom?]
[As a Protector Deity, you will periodically acquire Nectar in proportion to the faith of the corresponding territory.]
[You are granted the right to lawfully demand tribute from the Kingdom.]
[In exchange, a portion of your divine authority and power will be inscribed as blessings throughout the entire Kingdom.]
As expected.
There is always a price for gain.
The structure seemed clear: the Deity receives Nectar and resources from the state, while the state receives the Deity’s blessings and protection from natural disasters and the threats of demonic beasts.
Kartal, whom the Orga Kingdom once served, was the Deity of Earthquakes.
So when Kartal was the Protector Deity, the entire Orga Kingdom would have benefited from effects that mitigated earthquake damage.
I smiled faintly and channeled my will into the accept button.
“I accept the registration.”
Whooooooosh!
A pillar of light erupted from the monolith.
The pillar pierced through the Divine Temple’s ceiling and stretched toward the sky, then began to spread across the airspace above the Orga Kingdom like a colossal umbrella.
Ding!
[Registration as Protector Deity is complete!]
[The divine authority of Protector Deity Rag is inscribed across the entire Orga Kingdom.]
[Your power bestows miracles upon the Kingdom’s earth and people.]
And then.
Before my eyes—and before the eyes of every citizen of the Orga Kingdom—a message appeared.
[Blessing 1: ‘Suppressor of Calamity’]
-The probability of all types of disasters (earthquakes, tsunamis, volcanic eruptions, typhoons, etc.) occurring throughout the Kingdom is drastically reduced.
-The frequency of new Dungeon generation is reduced to an extreme degree.
-Lower-tier demonic beasts cannot easily invade.
“…Gasp!!!”
The King of Orga stood slack-jawed in stunned silence.
The Knight Commander and the Priests bore expressions of disbelief.
They had offered such tremendous blood sacrifices merely for Kartal’s single earthquake suppression.
Suppression of all types of disasters.
And a blessing that even drastically reduced the frequency of Dungeon generation—the Kingdom’s greatest source of suffering?
It was unthinkable.
It was a blessing that even most high-ranking deities could not receive, even if they became guardian deities of a nation.
It was essentially no different from permanently guaranteeing the security and peace of an entire kingdom.
But the real miracle lay elsewhere.
[Blessing 2: ‘Fortune’]
-Fortune descends upon the entire Orga Kingdom.
-The soil becomes fertile, and agricultural productivity skyrockets explosively.
-The people’s recovery from illness increases dramatically.
-Fortune manifests in countless other circumstances.
-However, for ‘Fortune’ to take root, blind faith in ‘Rag’ is required.
Perhaps it was the sight of a miracle beyond imagination.
Thump!
The King of Orga’s legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground.
His expression was strangely flushed, as though he were dreaming.
Then, with tears glistening in his eyes, he gazed at me.
“Your… Your Majesty!”
“Come to your senses, Your Majesty!”
And then he lost consciousness entirely.

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