The Mage Who Devours Disasters - Chapter 112

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Chapter 112.
A concentration of vitality.
A branch of the World Tree rotted and crumbled to dust in merely ten seconds.
Not even a trace remained.
What did this signify?
Ordinarily, curses, corruption, and plague—powers of the Biological Faction—were not considered formidable forces in Asgard.
The reason was simple.
‘They required time.’
Harming and sickening an opponent demanded patience.
During that interval, the opponent could resist, detoxify, or even turn the tables and slay the caster.
It was a skill specialized for attrition warfare—something one could always counter if sufficiently prepared.
But.
This ‘black plague’ unfolding before my eyes was different.
‘Overwhelming speed.’
I could not help but marvel.
Everything within the domain decayed and vanished at a terrifyingly rapid pace.
Of course, it had limitations.
The domain’s range was narrow.
Barely fifty meters in radius.
Too confined to truly qualify as an area-of-effect ability, yet that very constraint became an advantage.
‘The power is concentrated into such a narrow space.’
Furthermore.
This category of attack possessed another lethal advantage.
“Physical defenses and magical resistances are utterly useless.”
No matter how thick one’s armor, it avails nothing.
Coating oneself in magical resistance proves futile.
Plague seeps through such primitive barriers, indifferent to them.
Immunity to curses and disease.
Most critically, it correlates directly with the target’s ‘regenerative capacity as a living being.’
Should regeneration fail to match the plague’s corrosive rate, the target simply rots away.
And I.
Caressed the dark iron blade at my waist.
‘The Heavenly Demon Sword.’
Its special effect: ‘Demonic Aura Release.’
Upon striking, it infuses the target with demonic essence that permanently diminishes their regenerative capacity.
My lips twisted upward into a smile.
Could anything be more perfect?
“The compatibility is insane.”
I slash the opponent with the Heavenly Demon Sword, eroding their regeneration.
Then I trap them within the black plague’s domain.
My opponent wouldn’t even have time to resist before melting away in an instant.
It’s not a wide-area massacre ability.
Rather.
“It’s more suited for direct confrontation.”
It’s more than adequate to use as a trump card.
It will truly shine when facing enemies stronger than me—especially avatars of the Highest Realm deities or the Twelve Chief Deities with absurdly high defense and vitality.
The experiment was successful.
I’ve perfectly understood the mechanism of this power.
I stepped out from behind the Training Chamber’s veil.
That’s when it happened.
Ding!
A notification window materialized in the empty space.
[Superior Deity Reinhardt requests entry to the 61st Floor.]
“…Hm?”
I stopped in my tracks.
Reinhardt.
That beast called the Dragon Emperor—why has he come again?
He already delivered the Heavenly Assembly’s magic stone before, so what business could he possibly have now?
‘Well, there’s no reason to refuse.’
I poured my will into the acceptance button.
Whoooosh!
The space at the entrance of the Golden Temple warped.
A half-face covered in scales.
Reinhardt, a man radiating the weighty aura of a dragon, walked inside.
There were no guards following behind him.
He came entirely alone.
I reclined casually upon the Jade Throne to receive him.
“What brings you here?”
Reinhardt approached with long strides and stopped beneath the Jade Throne.
He opened his mouth with a heavy voice.
“The Heavenly Assembly will be convening soon.”
“Convening?”
“Yes. After the Twelve Chief Deities’ grand declaration of descent, the board has become far too expansive. Our side has reached consensus that we need information exchange and strategic discussions.”
He fingered a black magic stone from his breast—identical to the one I possessed.
“When the stone glows red, log in with your avatar and inject mana to enter without fail. This conference will be quite significant.”
Indeed.
It seemed the Heavenly Assembly was preparing to respond in earnest to the movements of the Twelve Chief Deities.
For me, this would become invaluable intelligence.
However.
I tilted my head in puzzlement.
“But why would you go out of your way to come all the way here to tell me that?”
“….”
“You could have sent word through a magic stone. There must be a reason why a busy Upper Realm deity would personally ascend to the 61st Floor.”
Reinhardt faltered at the pointed question.
His serpentine eyes slid sideways.
Toward the object of his gaze.
Beside my Jade Throne, rolling about on its back, playing without a care.
“Kyaaang?”
A small creature with black scales, or rather.
Angargon, the calamitous dragon.
Reinhardt’s eyes transformed in an instant.
The serious atmosphere from moments before vanished without a trace.
His breathing grew ragged, and both his hands began to tremble.
“Aah….”
He exhaled in rapturous admiration.
“Those lustrous scales….”
He unconsciously took a step toward Angargon.
His gaze grew sticky, almost viscous.
‘This guy.’
I let out an exasperated cough.
‘A truly incurable dragon fanatic.’
The assembly summons were merely a pretext.
He had climbed all the way here with that absurd excuse simply to see Angargon’s face once more.
Like a deranged fan who had come to see their unrequited idol in person.
Grrrrr….
Angargon, finding his gaze unsettling, scurried behind my legs and growled.
I tapped the floor with the Sage’s staff.
“If you’re done here, leave. You’re frightening the child.”
At my command to depart, Reinhardt bit his lip.
“Rag.”
He called out to me in a plaintive voice.
“Surely you won’t refuse to sell?”
“I’m not selling.”
“Ten million… no, twenty million Nectar! It’s all the Nectar I have!”
The madman.
He would spend his entire fortune to purchase Angargon?
“Get out.”
I refused flatly.
Reinhardt shuffled his feet in disappointment, unable to tear his gaze from Angargon even as he backed toward the dimensional portal.
Boom.
Only after the door closed did I let out a laugh, shaking my head.
“…I’ve seen every kind of madman out there.”
But soon, I wiped the smile from my face.
The Heavenly Assembly’s convocation.
At last, I was stepping into the gathering of Asgard’s true monsters.
‘Information on the avatars of the Twelve Sovereigns.’
Perhaps I could finally obtain the clues I had been searching for so desperately in that place.
* * *
After Reinhardt departed, I logged out.
Just as he said, the Heavenly Assembly’s convocation would come soon.
A grand declaration of descent by the Twelve Sovereigns.
Within that immense tide, it was absolutely essential to discern what movements this Avatar Alliance would make.
‘Yamamoto of Japan.’
Perhaps that bastard would be present at this Heavenly Assembly.
Uuuuuuuung!
Before long, the mana stone began to vibrate.
Like a living heart, it exhaled crimson light and grew intensely hot.
I retrieved the pitch-black mana stone I had stashed in a corner of my inventory.
A small stone dimly glowing in the palm of my hand.
This was my admission ticket into the lair of those monsters.
‘The Heavenly Assembly’s convocation.’
Reinhardt’s words had proven true.
I grasped the mana stone and poured my mana into it.
At the same moment.
Fwooosh!
My vision flooded with crimson.
The sensation of my body floating weightlessly into empty space.
Not a physical translocation.
Only my consciousness was being sucked through the Dimensional Gap into the virtual realm.
I closed my eyes.
When I opened them again.
‘Where is this?’
…I found myself seated in an endless darkness.
A long, colossal circular table.
Around it, figures were scattered in their seats.
No, their forms were too ambiguous to call them people.
Pitch-black shadows.
All of them wore identical black robes pulled completely over their heads.
Their physiques, genders, even the texture of their mana signatures—all were perfectly concealed.
There was only one way to distinguish them.
All that marked the white mask covering my face were numbers.
[1]
[4]
[10]
I reached up to touch my own face.
A white mask covered it, and I could feel crimson numerals carved into its surface.
‘Number 33, then.’
The number Reinhardt had mentioned for me.
The newest member to join this gathering, the lowest in the hierarchy.
I leaned back quietly against my chair.
My eyes swept across the room.
‘Not all 33 are here.’
Several seats sat empty.
Either they were too busy to attend, or they were Deities who hadn’t yet felt the true necessity of the Heavenly Assembly.
Time continued to pass.
When a heavy silence pressed down upon the space.
“It seems we’re all here.”
At the head of the table.
The figure wearing [1] on their mask spoke.
The voice was distorted in an eerie, mechanical way.
A perfectly anonymous tone—devoid of inflection or emotion.
And yet.
The weight contained in those few words stole my breath.
The mere act of speaking seemed to warp the space itself.
‘Formidable.’
My instincts screamed a warning.
Number One.
This being was almost certainly one of the Twelve Sovereigns.
The true mastermind who had established this vast Heavenly Assembly and moved the higher Deities like chess pieces.
“Let me be direct.”
Number One interlaced their fingers on the table as they spoke.
“The next episode begins soon.”
The shadows of all present tensed in unison.
Episode 6.
The second calamity—when the board would truly expand after Earth’s elevation to S-rank.
“And.”
Number One’s eyes flashed with intensity.
“The Heavenly Assembly will unleash a catastrophe upon Japan the likes of which will never be seen again.”
Catastrophe.
The table stirred at that word.
Number One continued speaking.
“I will summon a calamity of an entirely different caliber.”
Conviction saturated his voice.
“By concentrating all the resources of the Heavenly Assembly, I intend to manifest a true annihilation that will twist the very limits of the System itself.”
It was madness.
Multiple higher deities pooling their strength deliberately to unleash calamity upon a single region?
I couldn’t even fathom what manner of catastrophic beast would be summoned.
‘Why Japan specifically?’
I narrowed my eyes.
What possible reason could there be for targeting Japan in particular?
“Therefore.”
Number One declared.
“All avatars belonging to the Heavenly Assembly must converge in Japan before the next episode begins.”
A forced mobilization order.
He was orchestrating a grand scheme and proposing to divide the rewards with the Heavenly Assembly.
And in the process, he intended to sweep away all the avatars of other deities who stood in the way.
Only the avatars of the Heavenly Assembly would survive in Japan.
It would be an absolute hellscape of carnage and chaos.
I ran my hand across my jaw.
‘This is….’
I couldn’t afford to stay away.
No—I absolutely had to go.
To identify the avatars of the Heavenly Assembly and seize rewards beyond imagination.

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