The Mage Who Devours Disasters - Chapter 120

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Chapter 120.
I hadn’t charged in recklessly like a moth to flame.
I had my reasons for confidence.
I possessed a definitive trump card.
‘Ultimate Skill: Execution.’
An instant-death ability that activates upon harvesting souls and reaching a critical threshold.
The very power that had once cleaved a Destruction-class Dusksini in a single stroke.
If the conditions were met, I could erase anyone.
Countless yokai erupted from behind me.
Dueokshini, Imoogi, and innumerable Goblins.
I extended my scythe, pointing directly ahead.
“Go.”
The command descended.
-All Hundred Ghosts, hear me!
-Our King commands it!
-Destroy all who oppose our King!
The legion of the Hundred Ghosts roared like beasts and surged toward the Apocalypse Worshipper.
I dissected the creature’s form piece by piece.
‘An Angel.’
Yet it lacked the nobility of Abriel.
The aura of corruption.
A colossal frame reaching five meters in height.
Six massive black wings sprouted from its back.
Its entire body was clad in grotesque armor.
And in both its hands, it wielded a greatsword massive enough to cleave mountains.
Thud.
The Apocalypse Worshipper took a single step forward.
It raised the enormous greatsword.
Without a sound, without a battle cry, it simply swung.
KABOOOOOM!
“…!”
Along the arc of the greatsword’s trajectory.
Black flames erupted in a violent explosion.
Whoosh.
Hundreds of yokai at the vanguard didn’t even have time to scream.
They simply vanished.
Not even blood remained.
The aftermath didn’t end with the yokai.
CRASH!
The black flames swept across the ground, scattering Tokyo’s buildings like paper scraps.
Steel and concrete crumbled into dust, scattering through the air.
Calamity incarnate.
“Push forward!”
I commanded again.
Yokai unafraid of death surged through the black flames, clawing at him.
Dueokshini swung his club down.
Imoogi drove his razor-sharp fangs into the creature’s nape.
But.
Clang! Crash!
Only dull, hollow sounds echoed through the air.
‘Physical immunity…!’
The yokai’s attacks could not penetrate his armor or flesh.
They bounced off without leaving a single mark.
Physical damage itself was ineffective.
If he possessed immunity, I would need to approach this differently.
The Apocalypse Worshipper swung his greatsword again, as if brushing away an annoying insect.
Boom!
The yokai scattered like fallen leaves.
The destructive power was absurd even by report standards.
He hadn’t even used any ability.
Yet he had produced a scene as if wielding divine authority itself.
But I was not alarmed.
‘It doesn’t matter.’
Whoooosh.
The souls of the dying yokai.
Their fragments became black smoke, drawn into the Scythe of Death held in my hand.
Soul harvest.
A thousand, three thousand, five thousand.
The scythe’s blade glowed an icy blue, saturated with the aura of death.
‘Ten thousand.’
A full ten thousand souls had gathered.
The scythe hummed as if it might explode at any moment.
But.
…the System Message I had been waiting for never appeared.
‘Why?’
The activation of Execution remained distant.
There was no sign of it activating at all.
I understood instinctively.
Between me and that Apocalypse Worshipper, there existed an abyss so vast that it could not be crossed.
How many would have to die before I could pierce through that S-rank calamity’s shell and drive an instant-death skill into him?
A hundred thousand? A million?
Perhaps even more would be necessary.
I couldn’t even gauge how much.
Even if I ground up every yokai legion remaining behind me, the condition wouldn’t be satisfied.
In the end, it meant human sacrifice was necessary.
And I had to passively watch endless death without even knowing how many would need to perish to fill the requirement.
Moreover.
‘I can’t wait.’
If I just stood here collecting souls, that greatsword would cleave me in half first.
Then there was only one method.
If the instant-death skill wouldn’t activate.
‘I’d slam the accumulated souls into him.’
I gripped the scythe of death tightly with both hands.
Ten thousand souls.
I forcibly drew that immense death aura up through the scythe’s blade.
Uuuuuuung!
The scythe’s tip swelled to abnormal proportions, radiating an aura.
I kicked off the ground.
‘Shatter.’
I became a massive black tempest.
I swung the scythe of death savagely toward the Apocalypse Worshipper.
The scythe of death was no ordinary attack.
This was magic.
More than that—it was a slash that severed the very soul of its target.
A blade compressed from ten thousand souls flew toward the Apocalypse Worshipper.
It passed through his thick armor.
Shhhhk.
The sensation of cutting through a phantom with no substance.
Clannnng!
“…!”
Damn it.
It didn’t work.
A fierce recoil surged back through my wrists.
The scythe was knocked away.
It hadn’t cut him.
The Apocalypse Worshipper didn’t even flinch.
Rather, the aura pouring from his entire body was pushing my scythe back.
‘He possesses considerable resistance to magic. It doesn’t seem to be complete immunity, but….’
Yet it didn’t work despite not being immunity.
The reason was painfully clear.
‘It’s a matchup problem.’
The compatibility is abysmal.
Death clashing against death.
If I had grown enough to fully awaken Thanatos’s power, it might be different.
But as things stand, the Apocalypse Worshipper’s ‘death’ far surpasses mine in rank.
Merely wearing Thanatos’s shell—the avatar of death itself—isn’t enough to defeat this calamity-class monstrosity.
I retreated, widening the distance between us, and clicked my tongue.
Physical immunity. Considerable resistance to magic as well.
Yet it displays physical power befitting its title as a great catastrophe.
There’s no way forward like this.
The yokai I summoned through the Hundred Ghosts Night Parade are nearly annihilated.
The Apocalypse Worshipper advanced toward me.
As if it had realized I was the only one here opposing it.
Only one option remains.
‘Descent.’
Shed this cumbersome Thanatos shell and manifest as Rag’s true form.
With Kwon Cheonsa’s holy sword Abriel and all my powers unleashed, I could turn this around.
But I hesitated.
Because.
‘Too many eyes are watching.’
We’re in the heart of Episode 6.
If I shed my shell here and burst forth as Rag?
My identity would be exposed instantly.
There are countless avatars gathered in Tokyo.
And there may be other Deities observing this place.
The moment I’m discovered, every Deity in the Tower becomes my enemy.
Even Heimdall’s protection would become worthless.
If caught, I die.
Without question.
I cannot manifest Rag like this.
Then it happened.
Crunch, crunch, crunch!
The Apocalypse Worshipper drove its greatsword into the ground.
The earth screamed and convulsed.
Six black wings unfurled from behind its back, fluttering.
Darkness erupted from the wings, surging skyward, beginning to form a colossal barrier.
No way.
‘A domain expansion?’
It happened in an instant.
A massive black sphere engulfed all of Tokyo.
The sky, the buildings, the streets—all consumed by darkness.
Light was completely severed.
It wasn’t merely vision that was obscured.
It was a power wielded by the Apocalypse Worshipper that severed the flow of mana from the outside world and even the System’s observation itself.
I gazed down at my right hand.
The golden rune that had thrashed wildly until the Apocalypse Worshipper was summoned.
Now it lay dormant, silent as a dead mouse.
‘They’ve all fled.’
Just before the domain of darkness descended.
Every quick-witted avatar had already escaped Tokyo.
All of the Heavenly Council’s avatars and every avatar that had been in Tokyo before.
They had all tucked tail and fled from this mad Land of Death.
Honestly, I thought at least one would remain.
In the end, within this sealed dome were only me and that monster.
And.
“Aaaahhhhh!”
“Help us! Please!”
“Divine one… we beg you, save us!”
Millions of people who hadn’t managed to escape.
Screams echoed endlessly through the darkness.
Pleas for help, cries for salvation.
The desperate masses wailed toward the empty space, calling out to the Deity.
They floundered in the darkness, lost and directionless.
This veil of darkness blocked the vision of those within it as well.
As proof, I too could barely see ahead.
As if trapped within pale, swirling smoke.
Not a single step forward could be discerned.
The saviors they desperately sought had long since fled to save their own hides.
‘All the better.’
I twisted my lips into a smile.
The problem had been resolved far more easily than expected.
The Apocalypse Worshipper had deployed its domain of its own accord, perfectly obscuring the outside world’s gaze.
The Deities’ sight would never pierce through this black sphere.
I opened my inventory.
I withdrew a fragment shimmering with golden light.
‘A fragment of the shattered Golden Law.’
In a place where no one could hear.
In this isolated hell where only the screams of the masses echoed.
I decided to answer their cries.
Not as a Deity, but as a calamity that devours Deities.
A soft crunch.
I crushed the fragment in my grip.
Then I opened my mouth.
“Descent.”
* * *
Those who remained in Tokyo screamed.
They wailed until their voices shattered.
It was literal hell on earth.
Hope had been trampled long ago.
The Awakened who had led the charge, promising to protect them, had long since become nothing but blood and memory.
Each time the colossal greatsword cleaved through empty space.
“Kyaaaaaaagh!”
Buildings crumbled and entire streets evaporated.
Resistance was meaningless.
Then grotesque skulls and countless yokai appeared, hurling themselves at the monster.
“A-are they saving us?”
“Can we survive?”
The people trembled, clinging to a fragile thread of hope.
But it was futile.
The yokai were scattered like autumn leaves before the wind.
‘Special-Grade Annihilation.’
That dreadful rank name surfaced in their minds.
True to its name, they would perish here today.
No one needed to tell them—they knew instinctively.
That colossal abomination was something they could never oppose.
Rumble rumble rumble!
To make matters worse, a black domain unfolded with a terrible tremor.
A massive dome engulfed Tokyo.
Their vision was cut off in an instant.
Nothing could be seen.
Only absolute darkness remained.
“I can’t see! Aaaaagh!”
“Mom! Where are you!”
Screams echoed through the darkness.
Disoriented, people tangled with one another, stumbling and crawling across the ground.
Invisible terror tightened around their throats.
Within this sealed darkness, they would all be torn to shreds.
Someone clasped their bloodstained hands together, pleading into the void.
“Please! The Deity… I beg you, save us!”
They called out desperately to the divine.
Yet deep in their hearts, they had already resigned themselves to despair.
The Deity would not answer their prayers.
Just as the Awakened ones had abandoned them and fled.
The Deities in that sky had surely turned their backs on this terrible Land of Death.
Perfect isolation.
Complete hopelessness.
Then it happened.
A brilliant flash tore through the darkness!
In the pitch-black void.
Far beyond the invisible veil, a colossal light erupted.
“…!”
“L-light!”
Every eye of those crawling on the ground snapped toward the same point.
A dazzling golden radiance that tore through the darkness and surged upward.
So immense and intense that its true form could not be discerned.
Yet that light burned with such brilliance it seemed to sear the very retinas.
It was warm.
“Ah….”
A being of such holiness and radiance—one they had never witnessed in all their lives—stood there.
Tears streamed endlessly from the eyes of those who had been praying.
“The Deity….”
Someone whispered with a trembling voice.
“The Deity has come to save us.”
Yes.
To dispel this desperate darkness and rescue them from the very brink of death.
At last, a true Deity had descended.

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