The Mage Who Devours Disasters - Chapter 113

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Chapter 113.
I currently face two major tasks.
First, I must repel the invasion of the Palam Kingdom threatening the Orga Kingdom.
Second, I must cross over to Japan, where Episode 6 will soon unfold on Earth—where the Heavenly Assembly’s grand scheme is being woven.
I must accomplish both simultaneously.
Even ten bodies would not be enough for this situation.
‘Time is the critical factor.’
I rested my chin on my hand and began my calculations.
The Palam Kingdom, blessed by Akan’s favor.
I had already received word that they had mobilized their armies to strike the Orga Kingdom.
But the Continent of Asgard is vast.
The two kingdoms are geographically separated, one in the north and one in the south.
‘No matter how massive a force they transport through warp gates.’
This is a full mobilization at the kingdom level.
Moving supplies, military provisions, and massive siege weapons inevitably consumes time.
By my estimates, a minimum of thirty days.
I reached the conclusion that such time would be required.
Moreover.
‘It will not be a total offensive.’
Akan is no fool.
He would have determined there is no need to commit his entire force merely to crush the Orga Kingdom.
His true purpose is to evade direct divine conflict and ravage my people, scratching my pride.
If that is the case, the solution is simple.
I must reinforce the Orga Kingdom.
But conventional methods will not suffice.
‘I must pursue quality over quantity.’
One Holy Knight is worth a hundred soldiers.
I must produce talents capable of performing extraordinary miracles like a Saint.
I needed elite forces that could intercept the enemy’s vast armies with minimal numbers and break their will to fight.
The right person for this task was already decided.
“Seria.”
At my call, Seria, who had been patrolling outside the Divine Temple, approached immediately and knelt.
A cross pattern gleamed in her eyes.
The Bow Ghost of Frozen Chains.
Her presence had now completely vanished—so thoroughly that even I would miss her without concentration.
“You called for me, Master.”
“I need you to lead the Frost Tribe Elves and depart for the Orga Kingdom.”
Seria’s shoulders tensed slightly.
But she did not ask for reasons and simply nodded.
I added an explanation.
“The armies of the Palam Kingdom are descending. From their route, they must traverse the treacherous Mountain Range to reach the outer territories of the Orga Kingdom.”
The Mountain Range.
That was the exclusive domain of the Frost Tribe Elves.
A hunting ground where their specialized abilities—concealment, precision strikes, and trap-craft—could be maximized to their fullest potential.
In terrain where regular armies couldn’t maintain tight formations, the Elves’ prowess was assured victory.
“Moreover, you hail from the Northern Territory, do you not?”
I turned my gaze toward Seria and spoke.
“You would know the Palam Kingdom’s tactics and military systems better than anyone.”
“…Yes.”
Seria answered carefully.
A subtle emotion colored her voice.
“Master.”
Seria lifted her head.
Her azure eyes pierced through me with an unwavering gaze.
“Are you truly sincere about the Orga Kingdom?”
“What do you mean?”
“We Frost Tribe Elves are your retainers. But the Orga Kingdom is different, is it not?”
Perhaps I had devoted too much attention to the Orga Kingdom of late.
Should I call this jealousy?
She bit her lip slightly.
“I ask whether they are worthy of your protection—worthy enough to dispatch us and pour vast quantities of Nectar into their defense.”
A rational question.
The Deities typically obsess only over their own strongholds—their territories within the Tower.
Kingdoms beyond the Tower are merely treated as expendable resources for tribute and Nectar.
The care I invested in the Orga Kingdom must have seemed excessive to her.
I chuckled softly and rose from my seat.
“Of course I am sincere.”
Seria’s eyes widened.
“They will become my most valuable assets.”
I tapped the floor lightly with the Staff of the Great Sage.
“Seria. The system of this Tower is ultimately a struggle for faith, territory, and influence.”
The greater my forces grow and strengthen, the greater my standing becomes.
The Holy Knights and Holy Maidens that will emerge from the Orga Kingdom.
Those exceptional talents can be brought into the Tower and used as my direct forces.
There was no reason to dismiss mortals simply for being mortal.
Rather, they could become the sharpest spear to pierce the Deities themselves.
And furthermore.
“When the tutorial on Earth concludes.”
I lowered my voice.
Seria might not fully comprehend the hidden meaning in my words, but she would feel their weight through every fiber of her being.
“The Tower’s gates open.”
Earth’s Awakeners climb the Tower.
A bloody conquest begins.
“Judging by the Deities’ momentum now, with the Twelve Sovereigns committed to this invasion, the lower floors will fall swiftly.”
The Twelve Sovereigns deliberately crafted avatars and descended to Earth.
If they posed as Earth’s heroes and incited humanity to surge into the Tower?
From the First Floor through dozens of layers, the territories of lesser Deities would be obliterated in an instant.
Following the script the Deities had written, humanity would slaughter one another and provide the Deities with ever greater entertainment.
So then.
I clenched my fists tight.
“I must climb as fast as possible and lay the foundation to stop them.”
I had to prevent humanity from being meaninglessly consumed on the Deities’ game board.
To ensure no pointless blood was spilled.
I had to reach higher first and assume the role of a controller, minimizing the sacrifices they would have to make.
For that, my forces and retainers had to become overwhelmingly powerful.
“….”
Seria saw the light in my eyes.
The countless unspoken emotions and resolve must have reached her very soul.
She bowed deeply.
“Master, your noble purpose—I confess I failed to fully comprehend it.”
Not a trace of doubt remained in her voice.
“I shall lead the Frost Tribe and bind the Palam Kingdom’s armies so they cannot advance even a single step beyond the Mountain Range.”
She gripped her bow and swore an oath.
“Until you return having achieved your purpose, I will do everything in my power to protect the Kingdom.”
“I entrust it to you.”
Seria disappeared beyond the gate with the Frost Tribe Elves.
Silver frost scattered in her wake like a long ribbon.
* * *
Three days had passed since then.
“….”
A ringing tinnitus echoed in my ears.
No, it wasn’t tinnitus.
-Great Master.
-Please, I beg you to hear my prayer.
Someone was calling to me.
A voice so desperate and yearning.
A voice I had heard many times before.
I closed my eyes and listened intently.
When I opened my divine power, the voice’s owner became clear.
Ding!
[The prayer of Baek-un, Holy Knight of Rag, has reached us.]
[Faith has broken through the threshold, allowing direct communication with The Deity.]
Baek-un.
A boy of Heavenly Demon bloodline, whom I personally awakened as a Holy Knight by sponsoring him with Nectar.
His fervent prayer transcended the boundaries and reached me on the 61st Floor.
-I wish to be of help.
-I wish to protect the Kingdom and become your shield.
-But I am still far too weak.
-I wish to grow stronger. Please, show me the way.
A lament over his own powerlessness.
And a relentless hunger to become stronger.
News of the Palam Kingdom’s invasion must have reached Baek-un as well.
I had given him a hint using Divine Speech to prepare for the invasion.
Seria and the Frost Tribe Elves had marched out to establish a defensive line, but the boy left behind within the Kingdom was shedding tears of blood over his own helplessness.
‘How admirable.’
I laughed inwardly.
It was worth feeding him Nectar.
But the truth was that merely awakening as a Holy Knight was insufficient.
His basic attributes may have risen, but to become a true powerhouse, one needs their own ‘weapon’.
That was when it happened.
Uuuuuuung!
Something in the depths of my inventory began to thrash violently.
“…What?”
I opened my inventory in confusion.
A Glass Chamber was trembling like mad.
That item I had snatched for 10 million Nectar at the Secret Auction.
‘Fenrir’s soul.’
The monster that devoured the sun.
The strongest being of the 100th world, a Demon God who had single-handedly destroyed up to the 250th Floor of the Tower of Gods.
That ferocious wolf’s soul was resonating wildly the moment Baek-un’s prayer reached it.
“Surely not.”
I stroked my chin.
The puzzle pieces fit together.
The reason Fenrir’s soul reacted to Baek-un.
Baek-un is a descendant of the Heavenly Demon.
He is the vessel that directly contained the Heavenly Demon’s original spirit within his own body.
A boy with such mettle that he would crawl into the Heavenly Demon Divine Sect Dungeon even knowing he would die.
And above all else.
‘He despised The Deities.’
The Heavenly Demon harbored hatred for The Deities and carried the resentment of the Destroyed World.
Fenrir was also a monster that had slaughtered the Deities while climbing the Tower.
‘The compatibility is bound to be exceptional.’
That rebellious will to destroy the Tower of Gods.
The pure fighting spirit to grow stronger.
Fenrir’s soul had read that frequency and chosen Baek-un as its new vessel.
Was that truly the case?
I chuckled softly.
‘This works out perfectly.’
I had been contemplating how to handle this colossal soul anyway.
The finest ingredients demand the finest chef.
Baek-un would be more than capable of bearing Fenrir’s savagery.
I closed my eyes and answered Baek-un’s prayer.
“Baek-un.”
My voice pierced through the boy’s consciousness.
-Y-Your Majesty!
“I shall grant you power.”
I felt Baek-un’s breathing grow ragged.
“However, that path will be treacherous. Your mortal flesh will tear, and your soul will burn with agony.”
-…!
“Do you have the resolve not to surrender?”
His hesitation was brief.
No—there was no hesitation at all.
-I wish to protect this place.
-The grace you have shown me by taking me in.
-To repay the Deity, I am prepared to endure anything!
Venom laced the boy’s voice.
Approved.
Ding!
[Will you bestow ‘Fenrir’s Soul’ upon your servant ‘Baek-un’?]
Soul Bestowal.
The power in my left hand—the force of dominion—writhed with anticipation.
I accepted without hesitation.
“Take it.”
Whoooooosh!
Azure runes erupted with light from my left hand.
The Glass Chamber shattered, and Fenrir’s soul was liberated.
The phantom of a colossal wolf tore through the Empty Space and soared upward, pouring across dimensions to crash down upon Baek-un in the Orga Kingdom.
[Soul Bestowal successful.]
[Your servant ‘Baek-un’s’ soul undergoes transcendent evolution!]
[Baek-un ascends as Rag’s ‘Supreme Holy Knight’!]
[You have acquired the Hidden Class, ‘The One Who Devoured the Sun’!]
[You have awakened the Double Hidden Class, ‘Heavenly Demon’!]
“…A Double Hidden Class?”
Two Hidden Classes simultaneously?
It meant the Heavenly Demon’s blood had properly awakened within me.
Absurd as it was, this was a resounding success.
It was proof that I possessed talent of a magnitude I had never witnessed before.
I leaned back in my chair with satisfaction.
Now I just needed to log out and prepare Episode 6 on Earth, and everything would be perfect.
That was when it happened.
-…Lord Rag.
A voice reached me once more.
This time, it was not Baek-un.
A delicate yet resolute woman’s voice.
‘This voice.’
I recognized it.
I opened my eyes.
-Please, hear my voice, I beseech you.

I knew who it was.
The princess of the Orga Kingdom.
The sacrifice once offered alive to the former Protector Deity Kartal.
The one I had saved by severing her chains and sent back alive.
Princess Melia.

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