The Mage Who Devours Disasters - Chapter 114

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Chapter 114.
Yet something puzzled me.
‘Had Princess Melia’s faith been so profound?’
I had severed Kartal’s shackles and saved her.
But that was all.
I had never displayed any grand miracle, nor forced faith upon her.
At most, I had kept her on the 61st Floor for a few days before safely returning her to the Orga Kingdom.
For a prayer to reach a Deity’s ears, one would need the kind of blind, transcendent faith that Baek-un possessed.
I immediately placed my hand upon the Crystal.
I summoned the current status of the Orga Kingdom once more.
I examined the list of believers.
[Believers: 2 — Melia (Potential: SS)]
[Faith Level: Absolute Blind Faith (95%)]
“…Absolute blind faith?”
A hollow laugh escaped me.
95%. A staggering figure rivaling Baek-un’s own.
How had she cultivated such profound faith in so brief a span?
Moreover.
‘Her potential is remarkably high.’
The puzzle fell into place.
Kartal.
The reason that greedy Earthquake Deity had brought Melia to the Tower alive.
It was not because she was royalty.
She was a supreme offering—a pure soul coupled with overwhelming potential.
The purity of Nectar extracted from burning her would have transcended imagination.
But that magnificent vessel had become mine instead.
And with her own blind faith freely given.
—Rag.
Melia’s voice reached me once more.
—Please watch over our Orga Kingdom and my people with benevolence.
—I shall offer everything within my power.
—I beseech you, use me as your instrument.
A vow to surrender herself.
Unlike the resignation of a sacrifice once dragged before Kartal against her will.
This was an active resolve—to entrust her soul to me of her own volition, to protect her kingdom.
“Very well.”
I answered with composure.
She asked to be used as a tool; I would gladly oblige.
Without hesitation, I opened the patronage function on the Crystal.
The same method I had employed with Baek-un moments before.
‘Sponsor 10,000 Nectar to Melia.’
Ding!
The Nectar vanished from my inventory in an instant.
Simultaneously, a brilliant silver message materialized in the empty space.
[The Deity’s Blessing, ‘Fortune’ intervenes!]
[Follower ‘Melia’ has explosively manifested ‘Holy Power’!]
[Follower ‘Melia’ awakens as the first ‘Saint of Rag’!]
[The Saint’s aura spreads throughout the Kingdom.]
[Countless more will convert to the faith of ‘Rag’ henceforth!]
“…Oh!”
A Saint.
The Kingdom’s spiritual anchor, the Deity’s proxy.
If Baek-un had become the mightiest spear, infused with Fenrir’s power,
then Melia would become the most steadfast shield—one to heal the people’s wounds and fortify their faith.
I could see Melia’s form within the holographic display.
A dazzling silver radiance poured forth from her body.
That warm luminescence enveloped the entire Orga Royal Capital, healing the sick and soothing the hearts of frightened citizens.
-Ahhh…!
-A miracle! The Saint has appeared!
-Princess Melia has awakened as the Saint!
-The Kingdom’s blessing and the grace of Rag!
The people’s cheers reached me vividly through the screen.
“The immediate crisis is averted.”
I reclined against the Jade Throne and exhaled softly.
Seria, the specialist in concealment and assassination, and the Frost Tribe.
Baek-un, the supreme Holy Knight awakened with a Double Hidden Class.
And Melia, the Saint who would support them and solidify the Kingdom’s resolve.
With the synergy of these three, even an army blessed by a high-ranking Deity wouldn’t breach the city walls easily.
My affairs in the Tower were largely concluded.
Equipment was secured, and the Territory’s defenses were fortified.
Now, what remained
was the true battlefield.
‘Episode 6.’
It was time to head to Japan.
I closed my eyes.
‘Logout.’
Ding!
[You have logged out.]
[Returning to reality.]
* * *
Yamamoto wiped the blood dripping from his katana with a towel, his expression utterly indifferent.
Behind him, Korea’s most renowned guild masters and top-tier Awakeners lay prostrate on the ground, breathing heavily.
“…Ugh.”
“I never thought we’d be this outmatched….”
A gathering.
It was held under the guise of exchange and cooperation.
But in reality, it was nothing more than a ruthless ‘hierarchy establishment’.
Yamamoto, single-handedly, had crushed Korea’s most celebrated Awakeners one after another.
He demonstrated overwhelming military superiority in every conceivable way.
“This is your limit.”
Yamamoto’s voice filled the space.
“Frogs in a well.”
His words were truly humiliating.
Yet no one could refute them.
Because it was reality.
Korea’s Awakeners painfully realized they couldn’t even stand as opponents before Japan’s Awakener—specifically, the colossal mountain that was Yamamoto.
“We deeply acknowledge our insufficiency….”
Someone coughed blood and sought instruction.
It was a desperate resolve—they would abandon pride itself if it meant becoming stronger.
Yamamoto chuckled softly and dispensed some teachings to them.
After all, calamity was something everyone would face together.
He didn’t want humanity’s overall combat strength to hit rock bottom.
If his playground became too tedious, that would be troublesome.
But.
‘How strange.’
Yamamoto stroked his chin.
Korea’s Awakeners displayed an unnaturally extreme distribution of power.
‘There’s no middle ground.’
The strong were abnormally powerful.
But the vast majority of the rest were pathetically weak.
Japan and other nations showed a relatively balanced, stepped progression in their growth.
Yet Korea alone possessed a grotesquely hollow structure, missing its core entirely.
‘Is it because of NONAME?’
A single name flashed through Yamamoto’s mind.
A monster that had monopolized every episode occurring in Korea.
By hoarding vast rewards and runes, advancing alone, hadn’t it robbed other Awakeners of the opportunities and nourishment needed for their growth?
‘Well, it doesn’t concern me.’
Yamamoto sheathed his katana.
The level of Korea’s Awakeners was beneath his notice anyway.
There was only one reason he had set foot on Korean soil.
‘NONAME. You will reveal yourself eventually.’
Yamamoto’s eyes gleamed with intrigue.
The next episode, Episode 6.
I don’t know what calamity will strike.
But Yamamoto was certain.
‘Wherever I stand becomes a battlefield.’
He was the War Deity.
The immense Nectar and divine power radiating from his true form.
That alone was already pushing the mana concentration of Korea’s earth toward its critical point.
And that wasn’t all.
Yamamoto was certain.
At least one of the Twelve Chief Deities was deeply invested and involved in this Korean land.
And now he himself, one of the Twelve Chief Deities and the War Deity, had established his position here.
‘I will trigger a great catastrophe upon this Korean land.’
I will pull the trigger on the Rift myself.
The calamitous beast summoned this time would be of an entirely different caliber than before.
The most ferocious and colossal calamitous beast would be summoned to this place where he stood.
‘Then he will surely reveal himself.’
He couldn’t possibly ignore a great calamity descending upon his own territory and remain hidden.
I can’t just ignore a great calamity that has descended upon my own Territory and hide quietly.
‘I will wait patiently.’
Yamamoto gazed down at Seoul’s glittering night view spread out beyond the hotel window.
‘This time, I will tear off your mask with my own hands and expose your true identity.’
He was waiting in the hunting ground he had created, for his prey to walk in of its own accord.
But.
At that very moment he was so eagerly anticipating.
At that instant when he firmly believed NONAME would fall into the trap he had set.
‘NONAME’, Kim Jung-seok.
…was standing in the middle of Tokyo, Japan—not Korea.
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Japan.
And Tokyo at that—it had been a very long time.
To be precise, this was the first time I was seeing Tokyo in its intact state.
In my past life, I had set foot here long after the Tower of Gods descended.
Tokyo back then was already in ruins.
But now.
“It’s quite dazzling.”
The streets were whole.
Though the aftermath of the great upheaval was evident, the city appeared remarkably peaceful, thanks to Yamamoto’s overwhelming military might having brought Japan under control early on.
‘They must be gathering here steadily.’
The avatars of the Heavenly Council.
They were surely lurking somewhere in this glittering city as well.
My objective was to monitor the Heavenly Council’s movements and devour them entirely once the game grew larger.
“Whoa, hyung! This is my first time in Japan!”
Park Ji-hoon shouted excitedly beside me, practically bouncing with energy.
He was wearing sunglasses and glancing around with an utterly thrilled expression.
After the Great Cataclysm, travel between nations had become severely restricted.
Taking an airplane required complex procedures and special government authorization.
But thanks to the Black Tiger Guild’s vast financial resources and lobbying power, we were able to pass through immigration inspection with remarkable speed.
“Are you really supposed to be here?”
“Come on, hyung! Serving you is my top priority! I’ve left everything in Korea to the Vice Guild Master. Don’t worry!”
Well, I suppose.
It didn’t seem to be a problem.
If he said it was fine, there was no reason to stop him.
But.
‘The street security here seems rather poor.’
I clicked my tongue.
Throughout my walk, I felt a persistent sense of unease.
There were far too many people carrying swords.
In this age of the Great Cataclysm, weapon possession was understandable enough, but the real issue was their appearance.
They all wore matching black tactical uniforms.
Their backs were embroidered with fierce kanji in gold thread, and their hair was either dyed in vibrant colors or shaved close—these groups roamed the streets in packs.
Japan’s unique delinquent culture had grotesquely mutated in the age of Awakeners.
I warned Park Ji-hoon.
“Don’t cause unnecessary trouble.”
“I’ll keep that in mind!”
…He actually would, right?
I was briefly doubting when it happened.
Thump!
My heart pounded violently.
My right hand throbbed with a pulse.
The trait of the Calamity Devourer, the golden rune.
…It was definitely reacting.
But the calamity hadn’t occurred yet.
No—
‘It’s not that it hasn’t occurred.’
I shook my head inwardly.
The words Number One had spouted during the Heavenly Council’s meeting.
—I intend to concentrate all of the Heavenly Council’s resources to twist the System’s limits and manifest a true destruction.
They said they would concentrate all their resources.
In other words.
It means preparing in advance to trigger a catastrophe.
‘It’s merely invisible. The disaster has already begun.’
That would be the reasonable interpretation.
The catastrophe has undoubtedly commenced—just not in an overt manner.
“Hyung-nim?”
Where is he?
Where could he be?
I scan my surroundings.
A gossamer thread of golden light extends from my right hand.
The location it connects to is….
‘Tokyo Tower.’
Found one.

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