The Mage Who Devours Disasters - Chapter 108

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Chapter 108.
There was no room for doubt.
The proof was complete.
Light flooded my vision in white.
Not a speck of impurity marred it.
It was a radiance of such pristine, crystalline purity that it bordered on the sacred.
Within that brilliant luminescence filling the Divine Temple, suppressed sighs escaped from among the Investigators.
“Ahhh….”
“How can anything be so holy.”
Even to their eyes, this fierce light was overwhelmingly powerful.
The very gem meant to measure a Deity’s essence couldn’t contain its full force, fracturing microscopically under the strain.
Corruption? Dark magic? Signs of the Mad Deity?
There was no room for such profane words to intrude.
And yet.
Abdulla’s eyes trembled without cease.
His lips quivered.
“That’s… impossible.”
Abdulla muttered under his breath.
With trembling hands, he stared at the white gem radiating light.
“This doesn’t… make sense.”
He was in denial.
Confronted with the undeniable result before his eyes, he refused to accept reality.
He couldn’t bear to see his suspicions shattered to pieces.
I slowly withdrew my hand from atop the gem.
“Is this sufficient?”
My voice cut through the temple’s silence with cold precision.
Abdulla’s head snapped up.
His eyes still burned with deep doubt—or rather, something closer to stubborn obstinacy.
I asked him plainly.
I stood at an angle on the steps of the Jade Throne, looking down at him.
“Why do you suspect me so relentlessly?”
It went far beyond mere duty.
It bordered on obsession.
Like a man desperate to pin the label of the Mad Deity on me at any cost.
At my question, Abdulla clenched his teeth.
“Ever since you became the Deity of the Tower….”
Abdulla’s voice dropped low.
“Every anomaly in this Tower has begun.”
“Anomalies, you say.”
“Indeed.”
Abdulla pointed at me accusingly, his finger jabbing through the air.
“The cascading annihilation of lesser deities. Unprecedented actions that shatter existing rules.”
He steadied his breathing and continued.
“Most troubling of all, your every action reeks of contradiction. Your trajectory deviates completely from normalcy. Even with Heimdall’s protection, it’s far too rapid, far too aberrant!”
He wasn’t wrong.
Since I arrived at the Tower, Asgard had been in upheaval.
From his perspective, I must have appeared as the source of all this chaos.
But.
I let out a scoff.
“And?”
“…!”
“Is that the entirety of your evidence for calling me the Mad Deity?”
The result was crystal clear.
Hadn’t the jewel just proven it?
Not a trace of demonic energy or resentment taints my divine power.
I receive Heimdall’s absolute protection.
Beyond that, I’ve even bloomed the World Tree in my territory—something even upper-tier deities struggle to achieve.
Despite witnessing all these miracles with their own eyes, they persist in their stubbornness.
“I am simply that exceptional.”
I smiled faintly and drove the final nail home.
“What takes others centuries or millennia, I accomplish in a single breath. Your shallow understanding cannot fathom my abilities, so you resort to suspicion.”
“That’s, that’s…!”
“Mere jealousy from the incompetent. Or perhaps the obsessive compulsion of a rigid Administrator.”
I lifted my chin.
“If you wish to deny my accomplishments, bring forth clear evidence befitting that claim. Don’t waste my time with this third-rate detective work.”
I’d struck a nerve.
Abdulla couldn’t counter.
His lips trembled, but no words emerged.
My results were undeniably extraordinary.
Any further insistence would only undermine his authority as the Investigation Team’s commander.
He finally withdrew the jewel and tucked it away.
“…I understand.”
His voice grew heavy.
“We shall conclude today’s investigation here.”
The Investigators relaxed their vigilance and slowly retreated backward.
But Abdulla did not fully withdraw.
His gaze remained sharp enough to tear me apart.
“Remember this, Rag.
He met my eyes directly.
“The absence of demonic energy does not preclude one from being the Mad Deity.”
“….”
“I will continue to observe whether you are truly a being that poses no threat to the Tower.”
A warning.
It was an obsession—a refusal to surrender until the very end.
Whether it stemmed from a meager sense of responsibility as the Investigation Team’s leader, or an instinctive fear of me, I could not say.
Abdulla turned his body.
A dimensional gate opened in the empty space.
Just as he was about to step into the portal.
“By the way.”
Without turning his head, he spoke as though tossing the words aside.
“The Palam Kingdom, where Akan serves as the guardian deity.”
Akan.
Skadi’s Apostle.
The one who had lunged at me during the Divine Banquet, only to have his twin blades shattered and his knees buckled beneath him.
“They are apparently planning to launch an expedition toward the Orga Kingdom.”
“….”
“Not a war of deities, but a war of mortals. I pray you will protect your people well.”
Abdulla finished speaking.
Then he and the Investigators vanished completely beyond the portal.
The dimensional gate closed, and silence descended once more upon the Divine Temple.
I stroked my chin.
Abdulla had suddenly hurled premium intelligence at me.
Was it because he felt sorry for the sudden intrusion, or was he spitefully challenging me to try stopping it?
Either way.
‘So it’s Akan.’
Unable to confront me directly, he deploys mortals as his proxies.
He lacks the audacity to invoke a divine war, yet seeks to trample my territory’s people and sully my honor as the guardian deity.
‘His blood must be boiling quite fiercely.’
I understand.
He surely received a severe rebuke from his superior deity, Skadi.
“Master….”
Seria approached.
Her face was filled with concern.
“The Palam Kingdom is the most bellicose realm in the Northern Territory.”
Seria bit her lip.
“I have heard that under Akan’s blessing, their Knight Order possesses overwhelming military might. The Orga Kingdom alone will struggle to withstand them.”
The disparity in strength was vast.
The Orga Kingdom was impoverished.
A nation that had declined to the point of ruin.
If the Palam Kingdom pressed forward with intent, the city walls would crumble in an instant.
But.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“…What?”
“If war breaks out, I’ll simply crush them beneath my heel.”
“B-but, it’s an unwritten law that the Deities do not directly intervene in mortal wars.”
“When did I say I would intervene?”
“Then….”
“I’ll strengthen the Orga Kingdom’s military power itself.”
I possessed far more Nectar than Akan could ever dream of.
I would sponsor talented individuals and purchase everything necessary for war at this Secret Auction.
Moreover.
The Palam Kingdom lay in the north.
The Orga Kingdom was situated in the south, in treacherous terrain prone to frequent earthquakes.
The soldiers would be accustomed to such geography, meaning defense would be far more advantageous.
If they were still in the preparation phase, an invasion would take considerable time.
‘This attack is aimed at me. I must help as much as possible.’
An appalling disparity in military strength.
To reverse it and achieve victory, I needed a decisive strategy.
Since I had become the Guardian Deity, I had to decisively crush them and break their very will to attack.
I could seek Heimdall’s aid, but….
That was a last resort.
I had to strengthen the Orga Kingdom itself.
And I couldn’t rule out the possibility that the means to do so lay within the ‘Secret Auction House’.
My resolve solidified.
‘I won’t spare the Nectar.’
I would actively participate in this Secret Auction.
Of course, risks accompanied such a decision.
Though complete anonymity was guaranteed, perfect secrecy was a myth.
What would happen if I poured vast amounts of Nectar into the auction house?
I would inevitably draw attention.
‘Who is this entity with such insane financial power?’
‘Track the purchased items.’
It wouldn’t be just Investigator Abdulaman.
Every Deity in Asgard would sharpen their suspicions.
But.
I chuckled softly.
There was no opportunity to be gained without taking any risks.
Greater risk brought greater reward.
To aid the Orga Kingdom, break Akan’s pride, and ultimately face the avatars of the Twelve Sovereigns, strengthening my forces was essential.
“I’ll be going.”
I rose from my seat and spoke.
Seria and the Barbarian Four Brothers all bowed their heads in unison.
“We wish you fortune, Master.”
“We shall defend the Territory with our lives.”
I nodded in acknowledgment.
Then I retrieved the invitation from my inventory.
I poured my will into the accept button.
Whoooooosh!
A violet-blue mist enveloped my body.
* * *
The light faded.
I found myself seated on a plush sofa.
Below my gaze sprawled an enormous circular Colosseum.
It was my Private Room, thoroughly isolated from the outside world.
Ding!
A small holographic window materialized in the empty space.
[Your identification number is ‘Anonymous 150’.]
“…150, then.”
I stroked my chin thoughtfully.
The corners of my mouth twitched upward.
The conditions for entry into the Secret Auction were stringent.
Only those who possessed a Divine Temple of S-rank or higher could receive this invitation.
Yet the number assigned to me was 150.
This number was no random assignment.
It had to be either the order of entry or the number of the allocated room.
Which meant…
‘Every Deity capable of participating has crawled their way in here.’
Even across all of Asgard, there would be scarcely more than 150 Deities possessing S-rank Divine Temples.
All of them had gathered in this Auction House.
Not only the Supreme Tier Deities, but even the Twelve Chief Deities were likely seated somewhere in this anonymous chamber, holding their breath.
The descriptor ‘unprecedented’ was no exaggeration.
Whoosh!
Blinding illumination cascaded onto the Platform at the center of the Colosseum.
A man emerged from the darkness.
He was an Auctioneer wearing an ornate mask that concealed half his face.
“Welcome, noble and magnificent rulers!”
The Auctioneer threw both arms aloft and cried out.
His voice, riding upon mana, resonated thunderously throughout the entire Colosseum.
“Incredible! All 150 rooms are filled to capacity! This is a historic moment—the first time since we began operating this Auction House!”
Behind the mask, his excitement was unmistakable.
More participants meant only one thing: Nectar would pour out like a deluge.
“As you all know, this auction is extraordinary. Is this not a momentous occasion, commemorating the divine proclamation of leisure by the Twelve Chief Deities themselves?”
The Auctioneer spun in a slow circle, building the atmosphere.
“Befitting such grandeur, the items and souls we have prepared today transcend imagination. We have curated only the most authentic treasures, salvaged from the very depths of the cosmic abyss!”
At his gesture, the Platform’s floor split open.
A massive lift began rising slowly from the Underground.
“I shall not waste words. Time is precious, and Nectar is life itself!”
The Auctioneer pointed to the object atop the lift, shrouded in black cloth.
“Allow me to present the first item of the evening!”
Whoosh.
The black cloth fell away.
“…Ah.”
I gazed down through the glass, my eyes narrowing.
The very first item was more than sufficient to completely dominate the atmosphere of the hall.

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