The Mage Who Devours Disasters - Chapter 110

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Chapter 110.
The entire Colosseum froze once more.
That insane sum from just moments ago when Fenrir’s soul was claimed.
Bidder 150’s bid had skyrocketed to ten million Nectar in a single breath.
The Auctioneer’s eyes widened behind his mask.
His lips trembled slightly.
“Bidder 150 has called out 10 million Nectar in one go!”
The Chat Room erupted into chaos.
[Anonymous 9: That bastard again!]
[Anonymous 4: Does he have Nectar overflowing? Who the hell is he?]
[Anonymous 77: Which Divine Faction? Is he one of the Twelve Sovereigns?]
Whispers and gasps intermingled.
But this time was different.
Unlike with Fenrir, he didn’t meekly back down.
Ding!
[Anonymous 1: 11 million.]
A counter-bid.
It was Anonymous 1.
The one who had drawn a ‘1’ and retreated after falling to my reverse dice in the dice competition just moments ago.
This time, he seemed determined to sink his teeth in and hold on.
I let out a soft chuckle.
I placed my hand on the bidding device and pressed without hesitation.
[Anonymous 150: 12 million.]
A counter-attack came immediately.
[Anonymous 1: 13 million.]
So he was going all the way.
A battle of pride.
If I backed down now, Anonymous 1’s face would be dragged through the mud.
The Chat Room was already in uproar.
[Anonymous 12: Insane. 13 million?]
[Anonymous 88: Is the Plague Deity’s divine essence really worth that much?]
[Anonymous 5: Anonymous 1’s pride is wounded. Seems he’s still bitter about losing that dice roll.]
I leaned back comfortably against the chair and watched the screen.
I didn’t think I’d lose in a Nectar war.
The fragments of the shattered Golden Ratio still filled my inventory.
But was there really any need to spend more?
I had a more entertaining and certain method.
I rested my chin in my hand and tapped out letters on the holographic keyboard.
[Anonymous 150: How tedious. Care for another dice roll?]
The Chat Room fell silent.
[Anonymous 1: Getting scared?]
A provocation.
An utterly primal and crude choice of words.
Yet against the arrogant deities of Asgard, no blow could be more effective.
[Anonymous 4: This madman. Provoking so openly.]
[Anonymous 9: There’s no way Anonymous 1 stays quiet about this.]
It unfolded exactly as I anticipated.
[Anonymous 1: …How insolent.]
A thick, murderous intent seemed to emanate from Anonymous 1’s text.
[Anonymous 1: How long do you think that pathetic luck of yours will hold?]
I twisted my lips upward and typed rapidly.
[Anonymous 150: Quite the tongue on you. So, are you in or out?]
[Anonymous 1: Fine. I accept.]
He took the bait.
[Anonymous 1: But this time, I set the rules of the dice.]
[Anonymous 150: Suit yourself.]
[Anonymous 1: We roll ten dice simultaneously. Whoever gets the highest sum takes it all.]
“…Ten dice.”
I stroked my chin thoughtfully.
Probability distribution.
With a single die, an unusually high number might appear by chance.
But with ten dice, the results inevitably converge toward the average.
It was a calculation designed to minimize luck as a variable.
‘Can the Reversed Die handle this too?’
I pulled out the warped, translucent die from my inventory and turned it over in my hands.
An effect that targets a ‘subject’ and diminishes their result.
I wasn’t certain whether the die could interfere with the entire result of my opponent’s roll, regardless of how many dice there were.
But.
‘There’s nothing to lose.’
At worst, I’d break even.
I typed a brief response in the chat.
[Anonymous 150: Call.]
The Auctioneer interjected with an excited voice.
“Excellent! A multi-dice showdown between Anonymous 1 and Anonymous 150! We’ll roll ten dice simultaneously!”
Twenty holographic dice materialized in the empty space above the platform.
Ten for Anonymous 1.
And ten for me.
[Anonymous 1: I’ll roll first. Watch with your own eyes as your pathetic luck crumbles to dust.]
Did he have something to rely on?
Anonymous 1’s ten dice began spinning violently.
Rrrrrrrumble!
The entire Colosseum held its breath.
Every eye converged upon the spinning numbers suspended in the void.
I gripped the Dice of Reversal silently, whispering inwardly.
‘Target: Anonymous 1.’
Ding!
[‘Dice of Reversal’ activates!]
[Target: Anonymous 1]
[Forcibly reduces all dice values of the target.]
It activated.
Whether the target had one die or ten, it made no difference.
Click. Click. Click. Click.
The dice spinning in the void belonging to Anonymous 1 came to a halt one by one.
And the moment those results appeared on the scoreboard.
“….”
“…?”
The venue froze.
The Auctioneer’s mask trembled violently.
[Anonymous 1: 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1]
[Total: 10]
All ones.
Without a single exception, all ten dice pointed to one.
The Chat Room erupted.
[Anonymous 12: All ten are ones?]
[Anonymous 77: Even bad luck doesn’t work like this!]
[Anonymous 9: That’s statistically impossible! It’s rigged!]
[Anonymous 44: Could that Bidder 150 actually be the Deity of Fortune in disguise?]
The Deity of Fortune.
That name surfaced.
But someone immediately refuted it.
[Anonymous 5: Nonsense! Even the Deity of Fortune cannot directly interfere with another’s dice values.]
That was true.
The Deity of Fortune could maximize their own fortune, but could not forcibly manipulate another’s misfortune to reduce their dice values.
That would be a curse, not luck.
And so the Deities fell deeper into confusion.
[Anonymous 1: ….]
The one most shocked was surely Anonymous 1 himself.
He could not speak.
Only dots appeared in the Chat Room, as if he had forgotten how to even protest.
By his own rules, he had rolled the most pathetic, wretched score imaginable.
I chuckled softly and rose from my seat.
“My turn.”
I extended my hand and spun ten dice.
Clatter, clatter, clatter!
Click. Click. Click.
The dice came to a stop one by one.
And then.
[Bidder 150: 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6]
[Total: 60]
Perfect.
This too was a miraculous probability.
I rested my chin in my hand and lightly tapped the holographic keyboard.
[Bidder 150: It seems my luck is just a bit better?]
Mockery.
A finishing blow.
The Chat Room fell silent as a funeral parlor.
…Was it luck, or mere coincidence?
I could see the Deities gathered in the Colosseum churning through their thoughts in confusion.
My opponent’s ten dice had all locked onto ‘1’.
Conversely, every die I rolled had landed on ‘6’.
Simple luck?
No.
This was the result of simultaneously shaving away someone’s fortune to its absolute minimum while pulling my own luck to its limit.
‘I possess both curse and fortune.’
Was such a thing even possible?
Could such contradictory principles truly be wielded in one hand and shaken within the normal orbit of a deity?
If that were possible.
[Anonymous 9: Bidder 150.]
Someone broke the silence and typed in the Chat Room.
[Anonymous 9: Are you the Mad Deity?]
The Mad Deity.
A monster that had lost reason and twisted the principles of existence.
As that word appeared, the Chat Room that had been frozen began to stir once more.
[Anonymous 77: That’s it! How else could it be!]
[Anonymous 4: He definitely cursed the first bidder’s dice! That bastard is a heretic who violates the rules!]
Suspicion spread into certainty.
When faced with incomprehensible phenomena, their nature was to seize upon the most extreme and easily condemned explanation.
Yes, they were cornering me with accusations that I could only be the Mad Deity.
But I paid them no mind.
[Bidder 150: Losers certainly do talk a lot.]
I typed away at the keyboard with an even expression.
[Anonymous 150: If you can’t understand something, dragging it all to the Mad Deity is truly narrow-minded.]
I taunted with a provocative sneer.
[Anonymous 150: Hahaha! If you’re so wronged, then prove it.]
The Chat Room froze once more.
Prove?
There was no way that could happen.
This Secret Auction House operated under the absolute protection of a System that guaranteed complete anonymity.
Who could possibly uncover my identity and definitively claim I was the Mad Deity?
“Please, everyone, settle down!”
The Auctioneer cried out urgently, wiping sweat from his brow.
“The results of the dice competition are guaranteed by the System! It is a perfect outcome with absolutely no manipulation!”
The Auctioneer’s declaration.
With that, the situation was concluded.
“13 million Nectar! The divine artifact of the Plague Deity has been sold to Anonymous 150!”
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The gavel rang out.
The Glass Chamber was transmitted to my room once again.
A divine artifact imbued with the power of plague.
I casually stored it in my inventory.
Afterward, countless more items passed through the auction.
The Deities raised their bids with eager fervor.
But.
Nothing that followed captured my interest.
My equipment was already complete with the Heavenly Demon set, and my powers were more than abundant.
The moment the auction ended, I quietly slipped out of the Auction House.
* * *
The number “Anonymous 150” burned itself into the minds of every Deity gathered there like an indelible brand.
“….”
Teya, the Deity of Light.
One of the Twelve Chief Deities, she sat upon the Jade Throne, her brow furrowed.
The brilliant radiance that enveloped her flickered with displeasure.
‘How dare they provoke me?’
Anonymous 1.
That was the number Teya had been assigned at the Secret Auction House.
Teya’s eyes grew cold and sharp.
Anonymous 150.
Who in the world could this person be?
They had spent vast amounts of Nectar without hesitation, as if it were water.
That much was possible, certainly.
But the bizarre result displayed in that dice confrontation was utterly incomprehensible.
He is the Deity of Light.
One of the most noble Twelve Sovereigns, illuminating all life and presiding over prosperity.
His ‘Fortune Correction’ operates on an entirely different dimension than other deities.
And yet.
All ten of his dice had rolled ones.
Meanwhile, that bastard’s dice all showed sixes.
“…There exists an anomalous presence in this Tower.”
Teya murmured low.
It was no coincidence.
Someone had forcibly suppressed her fortune and cursed her into the abyss.
It had to be the Mad Deity.
The Mad Deity truly existed within this Tower.
And at quite a high layer at that.
‘To lose the Plague Deity’s dagger.’
It was regrettable.
‘I had planned to unleash a true catastrophe in the next episode.’
Teya took Earth’s entertainment seriously.
She had sculpted the body of the great hero Heracles and sent him down as an avatar.
Yet her rank in the Hall of Fame was merely second place.
She had suffered the humiliation of being overwhelmed by NONAME with double the points.
So she had planned.
The next episode.
She needed the power of a devastating plague that would twist the authority of light and life itself.
By fusing these two opposing forces, she intended to unleash a catastrophe that no one could stop.
Thus she would have trampled over NONAME’s record in a single stroke.
But then.
It was stolen from her.
Grrrrgh!
Teya ground her teeth.
Was it one of the Twelve Sovereigns?
Was this a scheme by Hod, the Dark Deity, attempting to check her?
She could not tell.
The anonymity of the Secret Auction House exists under the System’s absolute protection.
Even if she, a member of the Twelve Sovereigns, were to intervene directly, there would be no way to uncover Bidder 150’s identity.
But.
It was not entirely impossible to discover it.
‘One who wielded that much Nectar and divine power.’
They had to be either Supreme Tier Deities or one of the Twelve Sovereigns.
And now that they possessed the Plague Deity’s staff, they would surely use that power somewhere before long.
“All I need to do is watch.”
A fierce killing intent blazed from Teya’s eyes.
By observing them and finding the moment their power manifests, that will suffice.
“Once I find it.”
Teya’s grip tightened around the armrest of the Throne.
[Anonymous 150: Got cold feet?]
[Anonymous 150: Looks like my luck is running better than yours?]
[Anonymous 150: Hehehehe! If you’re so aggrieved, why don’t you prove it?]
That arrogant bastard’s mocking tone wouldn’t leave my mind.
Crack!
The marble shattered, crumbling into dust that scattered through the air.
“…I will make you pay dearly for daring to mock me.”

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