The Mage Who Devours Disasters - Chapter 116

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Chapter 116.
Park Ji-hoon’s lips stretched into a grin as wide as the heavens as he stepped out of the hotel.
A rampage, you say!
‘Isn’t that what I do best?’
Besides, I have a debt to settle in Japan.
Yamamoto.
I remember vividly the atrocities that insufferable Japanese bastard and his cronies committed when they invaded Korea.
A summit? Cultural exchange?
Nonsense.
They forced Korea’s mightiest warriors to their knees and wielded violence without mercy before me.
If that wasn’t a rampage, then what in the world was it?
The humiliation and rage I felt then still smoldered like dark embers in my chest.
But now.
My brother had personally given me permission to unleash chaos in the heart of Japan.
‘Let me show them what a real rampage looks like.’
* * *
A back alley in Shibuya, Tokyo.
The dimly lit street behind the gaudy neon signs teemed with Japan’s distinctive lawless element.
Since the Great Cataclysm, the thugs who had gained the System’s power no longer hid in the shadows.
Dozens of men in jet-black special forces uniforms occupied the alley.
Their backs bore crude gold-threaded kanji marking their respective affiliations.
“Hey, Korean scum.”
The leader of the Special Forces Gang sneered, a wooden sword resting casually on his shoulder.
Before him stood a single man in a pulled-down hoodie, perfectly still.
“Looks like you took a wrong turn. You’ll need to pay the toll to pass through.”
The surrounding thugs snickered and closed in.
Some wielded Japanese swords; others wore knuckles crackling with mana.
Varied weapons, but all radiating murderous intent.
But then.
“Look at you, dressed like that.”
Park Ji-hoon swept his gaze across the Special Forces Gang and let out a derisive snort.
“Say your prayers to whatever god you believe in.”
All of it in fluent Japanese.
“What did you say? Is this bastard insane!”
The leader bristled and raised his wooden sword.
Whoosh!
Park Ji-hoon’s body vanished, leaving only afterimages in its wake.
“Wha—?”
The enemy had simply evaporated from the leader’s sight.
And in the next instant.
A sickening crunch!
“Gaaaahhh!”
Park Ji-hoon’s fist buried itself deep into the gang leader’s abdomen.
A devastating blow that shattered even the armor protecting him.
The leader vomited blood as he was driven into the alley wall.
Spiderweb cracks splintered across the surface before it crumbled.
“What—what is this!”
“Attack! Attack him!”
The panicked Special Forces Gang drew their weapons in unison and rushed forward.
Park Ji-hoon swung his fists.
He had begun his rampage in earnest.
Merely three minutes.
“You’re all pathetically weak, you bastards!”
Dozens of Special Forces Gang members lay scattered across the ground like refuse.
Park Ji-hoon kicked them aside casually as he made his declaration.
“Tokyo’s underworld is now under my control.”
* * *
Park Ji-hoon swept through Tokyo’s bustling districts like a bulldozer.
Starting with Shibuya, then Shinjuku, Roppongi, and Ikebukuro.
Wherever he went, men in black Special Forces uniforms lay sprawled across the ground.
Park Ji-hoon walked serenely over those bleeding and groaning with shattered bones.
‘Where next.’
Park Ji-hoon’s rampage showed no signs of stopping.
But the situation took an unexpected turn.
“Waaahhh!”
“That Korean won again!”
Cheers erupted every time Park Ji-hoon continued his rampage.
Japanese citizens watching from the streets and through building windows were cheering him on.
‘What is this?’
Park Ji-hoon was bewildered.
He was destroying everything in a foreign country, yet why was he receiving applause?
The reason was simple.
The Special Forces Gang members he was demolishing.
They were not mere street thugs.
‘The Inagawa-kai.’
A massive yakuza organization that had existed long before the Great Cataclysm.
When the System opened and Awakened ones emerged, they swiftly consolidated their power.
They absorbed minor factions through bloody violence, rapidly transforming into Tokyo’s largest armed organization.
They had given themselves a justification.
‘A militia.’
Patrolling Tokyo and exterminating demonic beasts whenever they appeared—a plausible facade.
But the reality was extortion.
Under the guise of protection fees, they plundered the citizens’ wealth, and those who resisted were crushed without mercy.
“Hand over your money! Refuse, and I’ll throw you to the demonic beasts as food!”
They controlled the streets.
Even Awakeners were seduced by money and power, absorbed en masse into the Inagawa-kai.
The police? Public security?
They had surrendered too.
The organization’s military might far exceeded the reach of legitimate authority.
When actual disasters struck, the Inagawa-kai did fight fiercely to establish defensive lines.
Top-tier powerhouses like Yamamoto had no interest in such trivial matters of civilian security.
In the end, the citizens had no choice but to endure the organization’s tyranny with tears in their eyes.
But then.
“Hey, did you call me a Korean?”
Crack!
Crunch.
“Ahhhhh!”
A Korean who had rolled in from nowhere
was beating the Inagawa-kai’s executives—those who wielded such absolute power—like stray dogs.
“This feels so satisfying.”
“To think we cowered before those monsters.”
The citizens felt exhilaration.
Their suppressed rage was finding cathartic release through Park Ji-hoon’s fists.
Merely two days.
In just two days, Park Ji-hoon had reduced Tokyo’s back alleys to rubble.
Naturally, the Inagawa-kai headquarters erupted in chaos.
“What?! Ransacked again?!”
In the Inagawa-kai’s executive conference room.
Executives adorned with elaborate tattoos hurled ashtrays about, raging wildly.
“Which branch was hit!”
“The Roppongi Branch, sir! Ten executive-level members are hospitalized with severe injuries requiring twelve weeks recovery, and roughly one hundred organization members are currently admitted!”
“You bastards! You can’t even capture one Korean and you’re causing this chaos?!”
“His power is extraordinary! He’s far beyond the level of an ordinary Awakener!”
The executives’ faces flushed crimson with rage.
Their pride had been thoroughly trampled.
They had boasted of controlling Tokyo, yet a single outsider was shaking the organization’s very foundation.
“Release everyone!”
The organization’s second-in-command slammed the table.
“Issue a citywide manhunt! Encircle him so completely that not a single rat escapes!”
That night.
Tokyo had descended into absolute chaos.
Vroom! Vroooom!
Hundreds of motorcycles and black sedans tore through the streets of Tokyo with deafening roars.
Awakened ones dressed in pitch-black combat uniforms swept through the streets, radiating murderous intent.
“Find him! Bring me that Korean bastard’s head!”
Citizens barricaded themselves behind locked doors, trembling with fear.
Even the police quietly averted their eyes and abandoned their posts.
The entire force of the Inagawa-kai had been mobilized to capture Park Ji-hoon alone.
* * *
“….”
I observed the spectacle from the Hotel Penthouse, gazing down at the city below.
Beyond the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, red emergency lights flickered across Tokyo’s districts, and smoke billowed into the sky.
Like a disturbed hornet’s nest, black dots swarmed frantically through the streets.
“He certainly made quite the mess.”
Better than I had anticipated.
Park Ji-hoon must have harbored considerable resentment.
To have completely overturned Tokyo’s underground world like this.
‘This is sufficient.’
The bait had served its purpose flawlessly.
All of Tokyo’s attention was now fixed on Park Ji-hoon.
The Heavenly Assembly’s planted informants and surveillance networks would surely be distracted by this massive upheaval.
“Now it’s my turn.”
Eight avatars had completed the massive Eight Trigrams Formation by spreading Nectar.
A summoning circle to sacrifice Tokyo to the evil deity.
At the weakest point of magical convergence connecting Tokyo Tower and Meiji Shrine—the very center of that formation—I intended to overlay a diagram in the ‘reverse direction’.
Overlaying a reverse formation diagram.
Reverse Summoning Circle (逆成陣).
Simple in concept, but far from simple in execution.
This was the massive Eight Trigrams Formation that the Heavenly Assembly had painstakingly constructed.
They would have certainly implemented multiple layers of security, anticipating the possibility of their diagram being damaged or turned against them.
A clumsy attempt could backfire catastrophically—I myself could become the first sacrifice consumed by the summoning circle.
‘To overlay and interweave the diagrams, I need certain conditions.’
An overwhelming ‘core’ that they could never reach or detect.
I needed a transcendent medium to anchor the center of my reverse formation firmly in place.
That is why I had not wasted the past two days.
While Park Ji-hoon stirred up Tokyo and drew the yakuza’s attention entirely toward himself.
I had ventured beyond Tokyo to Hyogo Prefecture.
‘Izanagi Shrine.’
The oldest and most sacred place in all of Japan.
I had secretly infiltrated the deep underground vault of that shrine.
And I had borrowed the ‘divine body’ of Izanagi, the earth mother deity who slumbered there.
‘This will cause quite the uproar.’
I chuckled softly as I withdrew the mirror-shaped artifact wrapped carefully in white cloth.
By now, they would have discovered the theft and thrown the place into chaos.
But what could I do?
I was preventing the summoning of a malevolent deity that would vaporize their entire land—surely they could overlook this small transgression.
‘Without this, I cannot even begin.’
Since the Great Cataclysm, Earth’s ancient relics possessed far more than mere historical value.
They absorbed vast quantities of mana and became imbued with spiritual essence, gaining their own vitality.
Especially objects touched by divinity.
The body of an earth mother deity would resonate with the very ground itself.
To suppress the machinations of those who sought to forcibly summon a destructive deity to this land, the spiritual essence of the earth mother who protected it would serve as an anchor.
I placed the mirror at the center of the marble floor.
Then I withdrew a bottle of Nectar that gleamed with golden radiance from my inventory.
‘Pure Nectar alone will not suffice.’
I needed to deceive their mana detection.
I drew a small dagger from my pocket.
Without hesitation, I made a shallow cut across my palm.
Crimson blood dripped and fell.
Drop. Drop.
I mixed my blood into the Nectar bottle.
The golden liquid began to stain a deep crimson.
‘Concealment.’
Hide the core.
A ritual to reflect only my will and mana into the diagram.
Blood-mixed Nectar was the most potent ink for imprinting my dominion.
I dipped my finger into the blood-tainted Nectar.
Then, centered on the mirror laid upon the floor, I began to trace geometric lines.
Scratch. Scratch.
I held my breath and concentrated every ounce of my focus.
Simulating in my mind the trajectory of the Eight-Star Formation that the Heavenly Assembly had inscribed, I interlocked gears that moved in perfect opposition to its flow.
Rather than absorbing mana, I would repel it.
Rather than gathering vitality at the center, I would scatter it outward.
More precisely, a vicious principle of reflection that would redirect that scattered essence back toward the eight avatars who had drawn the diagram.
“Exhale.”
After completing the final line and connecting it to the mirror, I released a ragged breath.
Cold sweat beaded upon my forehead.
The crimson counter-formation drawn upon the floor pulsed like a heart, emanating a soft luminescence.
“The foundational preparations are complete.”
Now came the most difficult and perilous phase.
I must venture directly into the chaos of Tokyo’s streets.
The Heavenly Council’s Eight-Gate Formation.
Evading the avatars’ sight, I would need to draw an identical reverse formation using Nectar as my conduit.
Once complete, the reverse formation radiating from this center would consume the Eight-Gate Formation entirely.
However, if the ‘core’ were exposed and destroyed in the process, the backlash would fall upon me instead.
I must finish before dawn breaks.
I gazed out the window.
If my memory serves, Episode 6 begins tomorrow at noon.
Time was running short.
I quickly threw on my outer coat and stepped through the door.

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