The Mage Who Devours Disasters - Chapter 109

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Chapter 109.
The colossal form of a wolf.
A beast’s soul that seemed to roar with primal fury.
A suffocating killing intent pressed down upon the Colosseum.
“The monster that devoured the sun.”
The Auctioneer cried out, spittle flying from his lips.
“It is the soul of Fenrir!”
The arena erupted into chaos.
I too furrowed my brow.
‘Fenrir.’
An unfamiliar name to me.
The Auctioneer continued his explanation.
“As you all know, it was the most formidable and ferocious entity in the fallen World 100. It slaughtered countless Avatars of the Gods, and that was merely the beginning—the monster actually ascended the Tower of Gods itself, reaching an astounding 250th Floor. Alone, I might add.”
Countless deities who had stood in Fenrir’s path were slaughtered and swept away.
Some were so terrified that they declared surrender and opened the way before it.
In short.
It was the legendary soul once called the Demon God.
Even after its death, the Deities scoured the cosmos searching for Fenrir’s soul, yet ultimately never found it.
[Anonymous 12: Don’t lie. How could that soul be in Asgard?]
[Anonymous 77: It’s the item whose whereabouts had been unknown all this time!]
The holographic chat window blazed with activity.
The Auctioneer wiped his brow and answered.
“It was truly discovered by chance. Recently, a massive Rift opened on the Asgard Mainland, and a Dungeon appeared.”
The Deities stirred with unease.
[Anonymous 4: In Asgard? Then Fenrir’s descendants remained on this land?]
“Indeed.”
The Auctioneer raised his voice.
“Not long ago, the path leading to The Other Side opened briefly.”
“….”
“When Angargon, the Dragon of Great Calamity, was summoned!”
Ah.
I let out a hollow laugh.
The chat window erupted once more in frenzied activity.
[Anonymous 21: Ah, that Seed.]
[Anonymous 89: Rag, the Apostle Deity of Heimdall, you mean.]
Everyone knew that I had summoned Angargon in the Selection Chamber.
At that moment, the dimensional barrier shattered, and the path to The Other Side, which had been sealed, opened briefly.
As a result, Fenrir’s descendant, which had been hiding somewhere in Asgard, was detected by the System.
Seizing that opportunity, Fenrir’s soul used its descendant as a conduit to create a Rift in the Dungeon across Asgard.
The butterfly effect.
The small sphere I launched summoned the Demon King’s soul to Asgard.
“There was a tremendous sacrifice.”
The Auctioneer spoke with feigned solemnity.
“After countless sacrifices to conquer the Dungeon, we barely managed to recover Fenrir’s soul.”
A lie.
He wasn’t referring to the sacrifice of gods.
The countless sacrifices had surely been borne by mortals.
“Now, the opening bid is 1 million Nectar!”
The sound of a gavel rang out.
Bidding had begun.
[Anonymous 5: 1.5 million.]
[Anonymous 12: 3 million!]
[Anonymous 77: 5 million!]
Insane.
The speed at which the numbers climbed defied imagination.
Well, it was Fenrir’s soul.
The strongest being in the 100th World, the soul of a monster that had slaughtered gods up to the 250th Floor.
If that were used as material for an Avatar, I could secure overwhelming superiority in this Earth Game.
I too raised my hand on the bidding device.
Nectar was rotting in abundance.
“8 million.”
As I entered the number, the auction house fell silent.
But it was only momentary.
[Anonymous 1: 9 million.]
[Anonymous 9: 10 million.]
Ten million.
A suffocating number.
Only those capable of throwing 10 million Nectar in cash into an auction.
Those were beings of the Highest Realm or higher—the Twelve Chief Deities and above.
Overheating.
The atmosphere began to turn hostile.
[Anonymous 1: I’ve bid. Know your place and withdraw.]
[Anonymous 9: How arrogant. Do you not know who I am?]
[Anonymous 12: Many here seem eager for death.]
[Anonymous 121: Bid again and I’ll burn this entire Auction House to the ground.]
Murderous intent poured from the anonymous chat.
A battle of divine pride had begun.
The Auction House was on the verge of becoming a battlefield.
“Now, now! Esteemed ones, please compose yourselves!”
The Auctioneer cried out, sweat pouring down his face.
Beyond the mask, his bewilderment was unmistakable.
At this rate, the Colosseum itself would be torn apart.
“Currently, we have a total of five bidders at ten million Nectar!”
The Auctioneer hastily proposed a compromise.
“Further escalation benefits no one. Perhaps we should settle this using the most impartial method known to all deities… a dice roll!”
Dice.
An absolute rule of the System that every deity could accept.
[Anonymous 1: Agreed.]
[Anonymous 9: Roll it.]
All five had consented.
One of those five was me—Anonymous 150.
Ding!
A holographic dice materialized before my eyes in empty space.
[Multi-party competition begins.]
[Rolling the dice (1-6).]
[The highest number wins the bid.]
Numbers from one to six.
Elegantly simple.
Perfect odds of one in six.
A fair contest where fortune alone determines the victor.
But.
I smirked quietly.
‘Fair?’
That word doesn’t exist in my vocabulary.
I withdrew a warped, translucent die from my inventory.
That calamitous object obtained after bankrupting the Deity of Fortune.
‘The Dice of Reversal.’
I whispered it to myself.
‘I’ll use it on the other four.’
Ding!
[The Dice of Reversal activates!]
[Targets: Anonymous 1, Anonymous 4, Anonymous 9, Anonymous 12]
[Forcibly reduces the target’s dice result.]
Clatter, clatter, clatter!
Five dice tumbled simultaneously through the empty space.
Silence fell.
Within the suffocating tension, the numbers began to settle one by one.
Click. Click. Click. Click.
[Anonymous 1: 1]
[Anonymous 4: 1]
[Anonymous 9: 1]
[Anonymous 12: 1]
“….”
“…?”
The entire Colosseum froze.
All four bidders had rolled exactly a ‘1’.
It was a miracle.
Or rather, a curse-like probability.
And finally.
My die came to a stop.
Click.
[Anonymous 150: 6]
An overwhelming victory.
I leaned back against the sofa and laughed.
“Auctions are pretty easy.”
When a card sharp sits at the gambling table, this was the natural result.
But still.
‘I never knew it could be used for this.’
Those beings lurking behind those anonymous numbers.
They were almost certainly high-tier deities or even among the Twelve Sovereigns—monsters of that caliber.
Naturally, the base luck and fortune stats they possessed would be incomparable to mortals.
Yet I had forcibly stripped away even that immense fortune.
‘This is an item that shatters common sense.’
It was a cheat key that obliterated the very rules the gods had established.
Ding! Ding!
The holographic chat room began trembling like it had gone mad.
[Anonymous 12: A 1? Are you joking?]
[Anonymous 9: There’s definitely a system error! There’s no way I rolled a 1!]
[Anonymous 77: How pathetic. Everyone’s luck has hit rock bottom.]
[Anonymous 4: Shut up! This is rigged!]
The chaos erupted.
Some deities sneered, while others burst forth with indignation and disbelief.
It made no sense.
No one could have imagined that their own die roll had been forcibly reduced by someone else’s interference.
It was a sacrilegious notion that the gods’ pride would never allow them to even contemplate.
“Ah, ah….”
The Auctioneer standing on the stage was visibly flustered.
Behind his mask, his eyes trembled.
Normally, he would have continued rolling the dice until a winner emerged.
If there was a tie, he would roll again and again, building the tension.
The outcome was decided in a single round.
Four bidders at 1, and a single bidder at 6—an overwhelming and bizarre result.
“Ahem, ahem! Yes! We have a winner!”
The Auctioneer cleared his throat and adjusted the microphone.
“Remarkable fortune! Bidder Anonymous 150 has secured the lot in one fell swoop! My sincere congratulations!”
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The gavel rang out.
Ten million Nectar.
Certainly a substantial sum.
An astronomical figure that even ordinary lower-tier deities could scarcely fathom.
Yet I still possessed far more Nectar in my reserves.
In terms of financial power alone, I was confident I yielded to no one within this Colosseum.
The Glass Chamber was transmitted to my private chamber.
I secured the vessel containing Fenrir’s soul in my inventory.
The Chat Room remained ablaze with activity.
[Anonymous 1: Anonymous 150. Who exactly are you?]
[Anonymous 9: Regardless of which Divine Faction you belong to, you certainly command considerable Nectar.]
[Anonymous 12: A fool who squanders Nectar like sewage.]
These creatures made no effort to conceal their regret.
Messages flooded in from those curious about my identity.
But this was a place where anonymity was guaranteed.
No matter how they struggled, there was no way for them to uncover who I truly was.
Soon, those who sought to diminish Fenrir’s significance appeared.
[Anonymous 4: So what, take it then. Fenrir? That ancient phantom is hardly worth consideration.]
[Anonymous 1: Precisely. The world of the 100th cycle was different from now. Our divine power has grown far more formidable than it was then.]
[Anonymous 121: Even if Fenrir were resurrected now, it couldn’t breach the 150th Floor. A waste of Nectar.]
Typical mental gymnastics of the defeated.
“Well, well! Let us maintain the momentum and proceed directly to the next lot!”
The Auctioneer shouted, attempting to restore the atmosphere.
The lift rose once more from the Underground.
“This time, it is not a soul. The second item is an object!”
Whoosh.
The black cloth was removed.
“….”
I narrowed my eyes.
What lay upon the Platform was a weapon.
A peculiar dagger that emanated a blood-red luminescence.
‘A Divine Artifact.’
I recognized it at once.
An object of the same caliber as the ‘Staff of the Tempest That Tears Apart and Slays’ that Heimdall had once bestowed upon me.
An absolute divine artifact imbued with the full power of a deity.
I clicked my tongue inwardly.
They’re actually putting something like this up for auction.
I can devour divine artifacts and their powers alike.
I felt the golden rune on my right palm tingle ever so faintly.
Soon after, the Chat Room erupted into chaos once more.
[Anonymous 31: A divine artifact?]
[Anonymous 55: Wait, that’s a divine artifact without an owner. Why does a dead deity’s artifact still exist?]
[Anonymous 2: This makes no sense. When a deity dies, their power scatters. A divine artifact should become ordinary scrap metal.]
Their doubts were justified.
Originally, divine artifacts are connected to their master’s divinity.
When a deity perishes, the weapon serving as their medium naturally loses its power.
I had believed the same.
The Auctioneer smiled knowingly.
“As expected of such esteemed individuals—your discernment is truly keen.”
He carefully pointed to the dagger.
“I’m sure you all find this puzzling. However, this item is a very special exception.”
The Auctioneer steadied his breath and lowered his voice.
“Long ago, there existed a ‘Plague Deity’ in this Tower. This is the divine artifact he left behind.”
The Plague Deity.
“Despite his disappearance ages past, this contains the formidable ‘power of the Plague Deity’ in its entirety. A miraculous divine artifact where the power clung to the blade like a grudge itself!”
In that moment.
The atmosphere of the Colosseum transformed entirely.
The flow of the Chat Room froze instantaneously.
And then.
[Anonymous 1: Plague, you say?]
[Anonymous 9: A divine artifact of the Biological Faction…!]
[Anonymous 12: Insane. Something like that is actually for sale.]
The atmosphere began heating up beyond control.
I rested my chin in my hand and watched their reactions with intrigue.
I understood.
Natural calamities.
Physical disasters like typhoons, earthquakes, and volcanic eruptions provide considerable entertainment in the early stages of the game.
They excel at destroying cities, toppling civilizations, and instilling overwhelming despair.
But once the game progresses to its middle phase, everything changes.
After civilization lies in ruins.
When the survivors who endure gather in the wreckage and begin their resistance.
That’s when ‘plague’ becomes the most devastating force.
An environment where sanitation has collapsed.
Shelters where immunity has bottomed out.
If I simply cast a single plague-type calamity into that place, humanity would rot and crumble of its own accord without me lifting a finger.
A power specialized in mass slaughter—the most efficient and terrifying authority imaginable.
Moreover, deities of calamity related to plague were so scarce in Asgard that they could be counted on one hand.
The rarity was extraordinary.
“The opening bid is 1 million Nectar!”
The moment the Auctioneer’s cry fell silent.
[Anonymous 4: 2 million.]
[Anonymous 12: 3 million!]
[Anonymous 88: 4 million!]
The numbers began updating frantically.
I gazed quietly down at the blood-red dagger.
The authority of plague.
A category I did not possess.
If I were to consume it, my combination of authorities could evolve in a dimension far more terrifying.
I leisurely raised my finger to place a bid.
[Anonymous 150: 10 million.]
“….”

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