The Mage Who Devours Disasters - Chapter 119

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Chapter 119.
What is the most formidable power among calamities?
Ask the Tower Gods, and nine times out of ten, they would answer: the Natural Faction.
Typhoons, earthquakes, tidal waves.
Their overwhelming physical destructive force and visual terror are more than sufficient to plunge mortals into despair in an instant.
But.
If you ask what the most ‘troublesome’ calamity power is?
Then everyone would speak in unison.
The Biological Faction—and above all, ‘curses’.
Curses are troublesome precisely because they are so insidious.
Invisible.
Malevolent and agonizing.
They lead their target slowly, yet inexorably, toward ruin.
Like a sticky quagmire from which there is no escape or defense.
And at the pinnacle of curses stood one of the Twelve Chief Deities—myself.
“A reverse formation.”
A cold chuckle escaped between my lips.
My eyes pierced through the reverse formation etched across Tokyo with perfect clarity.
The plan had fallen apart.
Someone had turned my Eight-Faced Fortress, which I had meticulously laid across all of Tokyo, against me.
And with extraordinary cunning at that.
As a result, eight of my avatars vanished without a trace in an instant.
As they say, it was the moment failure became certain.
Moreover.
‘The hierarchy of the Tower has been shaken.’
Eight lower deities had simultaneously ceased to exist.
A familiar occurrence.
I had experienced it several times before.
‘The Mad Deity is in Japan.’
I was certain.
Only the Mad Deity could accomplish such a feat.
But.
That monster was fiendishly precise.
The Eight-Faced Fortress I had painstakingly woven across all of Tokyo.
They had perfectly comprehended that vast curse formation and, deceiving my very perception, overlaid a reverse formation upon it.
Maniacally intricate scheming.
It meant their understanding of magic and curses rivaled my own.
“Ha.”
A hollow laugh escaped me.
With skill of this caliber, the answer was obvious.
Not some mediocre lower-tier deity.
A Highest Realm god.
No.
‘One of the Twelve Chief Deities.’
The one who secretly created an avatar on Earth from the very beginning and set up the board.
A traitor who deceived us all while quietly accumulating power.
Perhaps.
‘…It might even be Irresistible Force.’
The Absolute Deity who places all gods beneath their feet.
The moment that name brushed across my consciousness, a dense killing intent swirled in the Curse Deity’s eyes.
“It doesn’t matter who.”
The Curse Deity raised a hand.
If the plan has fallen apart, then I’ll simply destroy the entire board.
“Open.”
He commanded toward the empty space.
The Eight-Faced Fortress had been inverted and lost its original purpose, but the total amount of Nectar he had poured into it hadn’t vanished.
Moreover, he had offered up his entire avatar as a sacrifice.
Since it was an avatar crafted with considerable effort, it was sufficient to open the ‘gate’.
The very gate through which evil gods pass.
He had forcibly torn open the Abyss of Another World.
Kuguguguguuu!
The sky above Tokyo screamed as it split open massively.
“Crawl out however you wish.”
The first to burst forth was a colossal Frost Giant, Jotun.
But before Jotun could even roar, it was torn to shreds.
Skreeeech!
An enormous maw erupting from the rift devoured Jotun’s upper body whole.
Gua, the Mother of Gu Poison.
Even a level 120 Apocalypse-class evil god was merely a stepping stone.
Crunch! Snap!
Soon Gua herself was torn apart alive by something and shrieked in agony.
At last, the most horrifying entity revealed itself at the end of that predation.
[Level 150. Special Apocalypse-class.]
[The ‘Apocalypse Worshipper’ manifests upon the mortal realm.]
Gazing down at that catastrophic spectacle, I stretched my lips into a long grin.
Calamity among calamities.
At that level, all of Japan would transform into hell itself.
Naturally, the avatars of the ‘Heavenly Assembly’ that I had ordered to gather in Tokyo would perish in droves.
“Well, there’s no helping it.”
The Curse Deity muttered without emotion.
I cared nothing for their sacrifices.
Avatars could be remade once they were destroyed.
Nectar could be gathered again given time.
But.
‘If the Mad Deity gets to me, it’s over.’
It wouldn’t end with the avatar’s death.
My very divinity could be devoured and obliterated eternally.
I could not allow that danger—the risk of my own soul being consumed.
Above all, I had to finish him here, once and for all.
Whether it was the Mad Deity, the Irresistible Force.
Or both.
I would end this completely on Japanese soil.
I rose from the Jade Throne.
Beyond the crystal, toward the Japanese Archipelago stained crimson as the Apocalypse Worshipper descended.
“So then.”
Toward that land of despair where the evil deity danced.
“Vanish without a trace along with Japan, Mad Deity.”
I pronounced the final judgment.
* * *
The sky above Seoul was burning.
Or rather, melting would have been the more accurate description.
Episode 6.
The great catastrophe Yamamoto himself had completed.
What descended to the surface through that colossal Rift was calamity incarnate.
Boom!
The Ground screamed.
The moment a titanic foot touched the Asphalt Street, everything around it vaporized.
Son of Muspel.
A flame giant.
An entity that far transcended Named rank, capable of annihilating an entire nation.
The heat radiating from its entire body melted concrete and twisted steel rebar like taffy.
“Hold the line!”
“Don’t get close! Strike from range with magic!”
Korea’s awakened warriors rushed forward, roaring defiance.
They raised shields and unleashed torrents of freezing magic.
But.
Sizzzzzzle!
It never reached.
The spells vaporized into steam before they could touch it.
The vanguard charging with shields raised turned to ash with a single breath from the flame giant.
“Kwaaaaagh!”
“H-hot! Save me!”
A hellscape of unspeakable suffering.
Humans swarmed like moths to flame, only to burn to ash.
Yet.
From atop the Building Rooftop, Yamamoto’s expression had grown ice-cold as he gazed down upon the carnage.
“How tedious.”
Yamamoto tapped the hilt of his katana absently, muttering to himself.
He had no interest in the Awakened dying below.
There was only one reason he had orchestrated this grand spectacle.
Only one.
Number One in the Hall of Fame.
‘NONAME.’
To draw out that monster he was certain was the avatar of Irresistible Force.
If a calamity of this magnitude had descended, surely they should reveal themselves.
Whether to protect their territory or to monopolize the cascading Runes and Honor Points.
But.
“Why haven’t they appeared?”
Yamamoto’s eyes narrowed to slits.
Considerable time had passed.
Korea’s defensive lines had already crumbled, and the Son of Muspel was on the verge of incinerating half of Seoul.
Yet there was no trace of NONAME anywhere.
‘Did they flee.’
Yamamoto let out a derisive snort.
Disappointment washed over him.
Or perhaps this calamity I’ve wrought is too trivial to pique their interest.
Either way, it was infuriating.
“If they won’t show themselves, I’ll simply burn this entire nation to cinders.”
It was the moment he was about to vault over the railing.
A faint creak.
Yamamoto’s shoulders stiffened.
His grip on the katana suddenly tightened with crushing force.
His fighting spirit surged violently.
It was instinct.
The senses of the War Deity, honed across countless eons upon countless battlefields, screamed warnings with frenzied intensity.
‘…!’
Yamamoto’s head snapped around.
His gaze did not fix upon the inferno giant before him.
Beyond the Sea.
Far in the distance, in the eastern sky.
‘Japan.’
His homeland.
And from that direction, an unbelievable aura was pouring forth.
Yamamoto’s pupils trembled uncontrollably.
“What is this aura….”
It was distant.
Impossibly far away.
Yet this chilling pressure pierced his skin, ignoring even the constraints of space itself.
A thick, viscous malevolence so dense and suffocating that the heat radiating from the Son of Muspel felt like nothing more than candlelight.
This was.
‘An Evil Deity.’
A true Evil Deity had descended.
Something was devouring the Evil Deity, spawning an even greater catastrophe—a horrifying phenomenon.
The hierarchy itself was trembling.
“Ha.”
A hollow sigh escaped between Yamamoto’s lips.
The puzzle had come together.
Why NONAME had never appeared in Korea.
Why he had ignored this vast hunting ground.
“You… were there all along.”
Yes.
He had been in Japan.
While I crossed into Korea to hunt him, he seized that very moment.
Instead, he had slipped into Japan—my own backyard—and torn open the gates of true hell itself.
‘He deceived me.’
Yamamoto’s lips twisted into a grotesque smile.
Anger?
No.
It was exhilaration.
“Kuhahahaha!”
Mad laughter erupted from him.
Even the scorching heat of the flame giant pouring down from above was scattered and dispersed by the crimson aura he unleashed.
Shing!
Yamamoto drew his katana.
His thoughts had changed.
It seemed he would need to dispose of the flame giant quickly.
* * *
…That madman had actually done something insane.
“An Apocalypse Worshipper, no less.”
I bit my lip.
Why in the world is that thing appearing now?
Special-Grade Annihilation.
The very name of the rank already transcended all conceivable standards.
That monster never stops.
It is a pure instrument of destruction that obliterates and devours everything until its final breath.
It wasn’t even a malevolent deity possessed of reason.
Merely a mindless mass of calamity incarnate.
If left unchecked, Japan is finished.
The archipelago will be erased completely from the map.
The real problem comes after that.
‘Once it destroys Japan, it will cross the sea.’
The next destination is obvious—Korea.
Which means.
‘I have to stop it here.’
Somehow, I had to bring that abomination to its knees right here in the heart of Tokyo.
That was when it happened.
Whirrrrrrr!
The pitch-black magic stone I’d stashed deep in my inventory vibrated with frenzied intensity.
An emergency convocation from the Heavenly Assembly.
I furrowed my brow.
A meeting in the midst of this chaos?
But given the circumstances, I channeled mana into it to gather intelligence.
Whoosh.
My vision flashed crimson as the virtual conference room materialized.
“….”
The seat of honor stood empty.
The position of Number One, the instigator, was vacant.
Instead, the figure beside it—a mask bearing the numeral [2]—opened his heavy lips.
“Number One has sent word.”
His voice was distorted, yet unmistakable dread seeped through.
Everyone held their breath, eyes fixed upon Member Number 2’s mouth.
“Everyone, flee.”
Silence descended.
“We’ve exceeded our capacity to handle this. We’re abandoning this episode entirely.”
“What, what?!”
“Abandon? After starting this catastrophe!”
Everyone cried out in shock.
‘So much for coordinating with the other avatars of the Heavenly Assembly.’
I swept my gaze across the chamber.
Every one of them was cursing under their breath while making obvious preparations to flee.
In the end.
‘I have to stop this alone.’
There’s nothing more to see.
Pssh.
I severed the connection to the Virtual Conference Room.
My vision snapped back to the burning heart of Tokyo.
In the distance, I could see the Apocalypse Worshipper, bloated after devouring Gua and swallowing her whole.
I drew in ragged breaths.
‘Veil of Death.’
I overlaid Thanatos’s aspect upon my own existence.
A cloak black as pitch wrapped around my body.
Warm flesh and blood transformed into skeletal bone.
Within hollow eye sockets, the pale blue flames of a spectral soul ignited.
I extended my right hand and clenched the empty air.
Death’s scythe materialized heavy in my grip.
Can I win?
I don’t know.
But if I flee now, Japan will be obliterated—and worse, Korea along with it.
Boom!
I brought the scythe down hard against the ground.
Crack!
The earth split asunder.
The ultimate technique I had evolved through slaying Dusksini and absorbing thousands of yokai.
“Hundred Ghosts Night Parade.”
I unleashed its full power without reservation.

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