The Mage Who Devours Disasters - Chapter 115

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Chapter 115.
I reflected on the past.
The avatars I had hunted before.
Each one possessed their own hidden sanctuary.
The one that triggered earthquakes lurked deep beneath a Sinkhole.
The one that summoned blizzards concealed itself in a frozen Building Lobby.
Barricaded in places where they would never be discovered, they quietly orchestrated disasters.
‘This time would be no different.’
They prepared for catastrophe.
Undoubtedly, they had established a secure forward base in advance and were methodically cultivating the seeds of destruction from that location.
I lifted my chin.
“Park Ji-hoon.”
“Yes, hyung!”
“Let’s take a walk.”
“Yes!”
We pushed through the crowd and slowly made our way toward Tokyo Tower.
* * *
Tokyo Tower Plaza.
The tourists had long since vanished.
An ominous current of magical energy swirled through the surroundings.
I sat on a bench and gazed ahead with indifference.
The end of the golden thread.
There stood a man in a Businessman Avatar—utterly ordinary in appearance.
The man loitered around the steel pillars of the tower, briefcase in hand.
‘So it’s him.’
An avatar of the Heavenly Assembly.
I couldn’t discern whose vessel it was, but the original body’s rank was undoubtedly considerable.
Dense divinity permeated the breath emanating from him.
Yet his behavior was peculiar.
After surveying the area, he withdrew a small glass vial from his briefcase.
Patter, patter.
He began scattering its contents at the base of the tower’s pillar.
I furrowed my brow inwardly.
‘Nectar.’
Golden liquid.
He was squandering that precious elixir—the very lifeblood of the Deities—as though discarding it on the street.
What was he doing?
Was this an attempt to amplify terrestrial vitality?
Or was he preparing it as a conduit for a massive catastrophe?
But.
My keen observation pierced deeper than mere surface appearances.
‘…It’s connected.’
The Nectar being scattered wasn’t seeping into the ground.
With the faintest of traces, like an invisible spider’s web, it crawled across the earth’s surface, stretching in a single direction.
A conduit invisible to the naked eye.
I signaled Park Ji-hoon with a glance.
Maintaining our distance to avoid suspicion, we began following the thread of Nectar.
How far had we traveled along that thread?
Passing through the bustling downtown, we arrived before a massive shrine surrounded by dense forest.
‘Meiji Shrine.’
The moment we stepped through its entrance.
Thump!
My right hand pulsed intensely once more.
The golden rune burned hot.
‘It’s here too.’
The same faint calamity resonance I’d felt at Tokyo Tower was emanating from this place as well.
I surveyed the shrine’s inner courtyard.
‘Found it.’
A man dressed as a shrine priest stood beneath an ancient, gnarled tree.
He too was tilting a vial of Nectar, pouring the liquid onto the tree’s roots.
‘The second one.’
The one from Tokyo Tower and this one.
Both were using Nectar as a medium to prepare something.
And the thread of Nectar they’d scattered branched out from here as well, extending toward yet another location.
What is this?
‘What exactly are they doing?’
This wasn’t a simple calamity being unleashed.
It was undoubtedly the construction of an enormous ‘board.’
Sensing that my expression had grown grave, Park Ji-hoon, who followed behind, clamped his mouth shut.
The man who would normally have cracked jokes now gripped his sword hilt firmly, his eyes sharp with vigilance.
“We keep going.”
I quickened my pace, following the Nectar’s thread once more.
We circled through all of Tokyo.
Shinjuku, Shibuya, Ueno, Ikebukuro….
We swept through every major landmark that defined Tokyo.
The results were shocking.
‘Eight of them.’
Following the thread to its end, I discovered a total of eight avatars.
All scattered across different locations, each wearing a different guise, all pouring out Nectar.
Their movements were meticulously calculated.
Eight strongholds.
Eight avatars.
And the lines of Nectar they had sown.
I etched every location where they had stood into my mind without omission.
“Ji-hoon.”
“Yes, hyung.”
“Bring me a Tokyo map. A large paper one.”
Without hesitation, Park Ji-hoon nodded at my command and rushed out.
Before long, he returned from a nearby convenience store with a large map depicting all of Tokyo.
I unfolded the map in a quiet corner of an alley.
“Give me a pen.”
I took the red pen Ji-hoon handed me.
The eight locations where the avatars I had discovered had stood.
I marked each stronghold with a dot on the map.
Tokyo Tower.
Meiji Shrine.
Shinjuku Gyoen.
Asakusa.
…
Eight dots appeared on the map.
And then.
I connected those dots with lines.
Following the exact direction the Nectar lines the avatars had dispersed had flowed.
Scratch. Scratch.
Only the sound of the pen moving across paper filled the alley.
The moment I finished connecting all the lines.
“….”
A brief gasp escaped me.
Park Ji-hoon’s face beside me, peering at the map, had gone deathly pale.
He swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he asked.
“W-what does this mean, hyung…?”
Instead of answering, I stared at the map with unwavering intensity.
Eight dots.
The massive shape formed by connecting them.
It completed a single geometric figure that perfectly enclosed all of Tokyo.
An octagon.
Not an ordinary shape.
The knowledge I possessed as a Mage.
It warned me of the true meaning behind this figure.
‘The Eight Trigrams Formation.’
A vast alchemical formation that sealed space itself, extracting every trace of vitality within and fusing it toward the center.
The ‘great calamity that would twist the System’s very limits’—as those from the Heavenly Assembly had spoken of!
At last, I understood what this destruction truly was.
These bastards.
Much like how I had drawn a continental alchemical formation across Earth and obliterated the planet itself.
They were using Tokyo as a sacrifice….
“…to summon a malevolent deity.”
As I murmured this realization, Park Ji-hoon flinched and stumbled backward.
“A malevolent deity? Hyung-nim, surely you don’t mean those horned demons from legends?”
“Something like that.”
I stared intently at the map traced in crimson lines as I answered.
“They’re forcibly fusing the vitality and primordial essence dwelling in the earth itself, tearing out something abominable we’ve never witnessed before.”
The Heavenly Assembly had deliberately escalated this to an insane degree.
In Episode 6 alone, they were attempting the madness of sacrificing all of Tokyo.
It was nothing short of a scaled-down version of the continental alchemical formation I had used before regression, when I obliterated Earth entirely.
The purpose differed, however.
I rolled up the map and secured it.
“Let’s go inside.”
* * *
A Five-Star Hotel Penthouse overlooking all of Tokyo.
The moment I stepped through the door, a sprawling living room and the glittering night cityscape beyond the floor-to-ceiling glass window came into view.
“Wooooow….”
Park Ji-hoon’s jaw dropped as he bolted toward the window.
He pressed his nose against the glass, gazing down at the night view and gasping in wonder repeatedly.
“Hyung-nim! This is insane! This really is my first time visiting Japan!”
“…Right.”
He had lain bedridden as a vegetable for over three years.
Even as the cataclysm erupted and the world transformed into hell, he never awakened.
Seeing such a dazzling foreign night view was surely a first in his entire life.
Park Ji-hoon turned around with a goofy grin.
Then his expression suddenly grew peculiar.
“But Hyung-nim.”
“What.”
“This is… my first time coming to a hotel suite room with a man, so I’m a bit nervous.”
“….”
I cleanly ignored his nonsense and spread the map across the table.
“Stop bothering me and stay out of the way.”
I picked up a pen and began examining the map once more.
Then I approached the window, map in hand.
I visually cross-referenced the actual topography of Tokyo visible beyond the glass with the eight points marked on the map.
‘Precisely as I thought.’
Eight focal points.
Tokyo Tower, Meiji Shrine, Shinjuku Gyoen, Asakusa, and so forth.
Those points connected in an eight-pointed star formation.
It was far more than mere appearance.
Upon closer inspection, I could see multiple layers of intricate magical diagrams woven like a spider’s web within that grand framework.
‘A curse bound by Nectar.’
Unmistakable.
This was no ordinary summoning circle.
It was a cursed magical diagram that transformed Tokyo itself—that vast space—into an altar, draining the blood and mana of every living creature within it.
A horrifying scheme to concentrate that immense energy at the center and manifest an evil deity.
‘Is Number One a god of curses?’
Number One, who leads the Heavenly Assembly.
Given this malevolent mastery over curses and vitality, there was a strong possibility that Number One was a god of curses—a deity of the Biological Faction.
But.
‘I have no idea what they’re trying to summon.’
The intent was clear enough.
Yet the true ‘target’ hidden within those complex diagrams remained beyond my ability to fully decipher, even with all my knowledge.
And there was another problem.
‘Are the eight avatars I observed all of them?’
Eight avatars dispersing Nectar at the focal points.
I couldn’t tell if they were mere foot soldiers of the Heavenly Assembly or executives with high numbers.
It was possible they were subordinate deities not even belonging to the Heavenly Assembly, merely being used.
Whether Number One was among them remained unknown.
Only one thing was certain.
‘If I do nothing, Tokyo will be obliterated.’
Not merely buildings collapsing.
Tens of millions of lives would be torn away as sacrifices to the evil deity.
To unleash such a massive curse at the very moment Episode 6 begins.
The deities’ games had truly crossed every conceivable line.
I twirled my pen thoughtfully, lost in deliberation.
‘Should I devour the avatars?’
The simplest and most direct approach.
If I severed the eight heads and cut the threads of Nectar, the summoning circle would collapse.
But.
‘They’ll notice.’
If eight avatars went silent simultaneously or in quick succession, Number One and the rest of the Heavenly Assembly would respond immediately.
They would recognize the God Hunter’s handiwork and might mobilize all their forces to pursue me.
In that case.
‘I need a different approach.’
I studied the eight-pointed star drawn across the map.
As a Mage, my blood boiled with the solution before me.
A satisfying reversal of fortune.
‘Overlay.’
I would inscribe my diagram atop their summoning circle.
Now that I understood their intent, I simply needed to twist it in the opposite direction.
Rather than directing the curse toward Tokyo’s citizens and living beings,
‘I would turn the curse upon those eight avatars themselves.’
Replacing the summoning circle’s sacrifice—not humans, but the avatars operating the circle.
That way, I could match the total energy the summoning circle demanded.
The problem was.
‘The likelihood they would notice was considerable.’
Warping a magical circle’s structure required absolute precision.
Discovery meant failure.
I desperately needed ‘bait’ to redirect their attention completely elsewhere while I worked.
I turned my head.
Park Ji-hoon.
He remained pressed against the glass window, gazing at Tokyo’s night skyline with childlike delight.
“Wow, hyung. Look at that sparkling thing over there. Is that Tokyo Skytree?”
After he’d been chattering away,
he flinched at the persistent gaze I fixed upon him from behind, turning his head.
“…H-hyung?”
Park Ji-hoon tilted his head in confusion.
He seemed to sense something ominous instinctively.
“Why are you staring at me so intensely…?”
I chuckled softly and flicked my pen onto the table.
Then, wearing the most benevolent smile in the world, I spoke.
“Ji-hoon.”
“Y-yes, sir!”
“I need you to cause some chaos for me.”
At the same moment.
Whoosh!
“…Did you just say chaos, sir?”

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