The Mage Who Devours Disasters - Chapter 59

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Chapter 59.
In Episode 3, the maximum range of the dice I rolled was 200.
Yet the number now blazing before my eyes was a staggering 9,999.
It was truly an astounding figure.
‘The Incomprehensible Dice.’
A privilege granted only to those who pierced through difficulty that transcended the System’s specifications—something incomprehensible.
Perhaps it was a hidden die that would never appear through ordinary means.
Looking at the numbers alone, there was roughly a 50-fold difference from before.
Moreover.
‘Jackpot.’
It wasn’t just the numbers that were high.
I had already triggered this jackpot once in the First Floor Selection Chamber.
As a result, I obtained Angargon, the Dragon of Great Calamity, one of the primordial catastrophes.
What would emerge this time?
Anticipation and tension intertwined within me.
Rumble!
The ground of the Demon Realm screamed and trembled.
The fragments of nightmares that had been stripped away by my contract with Mayon moments before.
Were scattered and dispersed by the aura radiating from the Incomprehensible Dice.
“H-hey, hyung! The sky is acting strange!”
Park Ji-hoon pointed upward.
The blood-red storm clouds that had pressed down upon the entire Demon Realm were now spiraling and tearing apart.
“Jung-seok… what on earth is that…?”
Park Ha-yan also gazed upward with a shocked expression.
Even Mayon was trembling, its spirit broken.
Burst!
The dice shattered into brilliant light.
And then.
A colossal roar erupted!
A pillar of light of incomparable magnitude rose from the very center of the Demon Realm.
* * *
“Huff, huff!”
Yamamoto exhaled ragged breaths.
Sweat mixed with blood dripped down his cheeks in crimson rivulets.
Perfect Hell.
It was on an entirely different dimension from ordinary Hell difficulty.
From entry to conclusion, a battlefield that granted not a single second of respite.
Clang! Crash!
The combat never ceased.
But he was Yamamoto.
The War Deity.
Among all the Deities, the most specialized in combat—the very incarnation of slaughter and struggle!
Swish!
Yamamoto’s katana traced a crimson arc through the air.
The slashing blade bit deep into the shoulder of the high-ranking Demon Creature guarding the final gate.
“Grraaagh… a mere human!”
A high-ranking Demon Creature.
A noble of the Abyss whose very name remained unknowable.
It had primarily unleashed powerful, wide-ranging magic in frenzied barrages.
Blades that tore through space came hurtling forward in a mad rush.
Whip! Whip-whip-ping!
Yamamoto’s eyes widened.
A concentration of magical power that would shred the limbs of any ordinary awakened one merely by grazing them.
But he did not evade.
Rather, he had no need to.
“Blessing of War.”
Divine authority flowed from between his lips.
He had drawn upon the power of his true form.
The crimson battle aura enveloping Yamamoto’s body deflected every single blade of incoming magic.
Boom!
Seizing that opening, Yamamoto’s blade found the high-ranking Demon Creature’s throat with perfect precision.
“Gack…”
Black blood erupted like a fountain.
The massive body of the high-ranking Demon Creature crashed to the ground with a deafening roar.
Victory.
“…It’s over.”
Yamamoto wiped his katana clean and surveyed his surroundings.
It was devastating.
Only four party members remained alive.
He had entered with eleven of the strongest elite.
Eight lives had been offered upon this Perfect Hell Altar.
Yet Yamamoto felt no concern.
They had cleared it, after all.
The weak perish, and only the strong claim the spoils.
Such was the law of war and the amusement of the Deities.
Ding!
[Episode 4, ‘Invitation of the Abyss’ has ended.]
[You have cleared the Perfect Hell difficulty!]
[Calculating results.]
A twisted smile spread across Yamamoto’s face.
Anticipation swelled within my chest.
How many points had I earned?
This overwhelming difficulty.
I alone had survived this Land of Death that only I had managed to unlock.
This time, I was certain I would crush that arrogant NONAME and claim the top position in the Hall of Fame.
Ding!
A golden message window materialized in the air.
[Episode 4 Hall of Fame has been updated!]
[1st Place: NONAME]
[Score: 1,999 points]
“…?”
Yamamoto’s pupils trembled.
My breath caught in my throat.
[2nd Place: Yamamoto]
[Score: 1,005 points]
“What?”
I thought I had misread it.
1,005 points.
It was a miraculous figure that surpassed the perfect score of 1,000 points.
As a reward for clearing the Perfect Hell difficulty, I had achieved a breakthrough beyond my limits.
And yet.
First place still belonged to NONAME.
With a staggering 1,999 points, no less.
An overwhelming double score, nearly a thousand points ahead of me.
“Does this even make sense?”
Yamamoto’s hands trembled violently.
Moreover.
[3rd Place: Park Ha-yan (910 points)]
[4th Place: Park Ji-hoon (890 points)]
‘…Park Ha-yan? Park Ji-hoon?’
These were names I had never heard before.
Korean awakeners from who knows where had claimed 3rd and 4th place consecutively.
Every ranking except mine was filled with complete unknowns.
It was absurd.
The Perfect Hell.
Surely I alone had been the only one to unlock this highest difficulty.
Then what in the world explained this score gap?
‘Did NONAME unlock an even higher difficulty tier?’
My head spun.
That couldn’t be possible.
Above Perfect Hell, there exists no difficulty rating.
It is systemically impossible.
‘And he actually cleared it?’
Eight members of his own party—composed of the strongest elite—had perished.
How? By what means?
Confusion consumed him.
But.
One emotion remained crystalline.
Crunch.
Yamamoto ground his teeth together.
He bit down so hard blood began to seep.
He had never felt this way before.
As the War Deity, he had never once tasted defeat or inferiority.
Always gazing down from the pinnacle, he had reigned supreme.
Now, he felt himself barred by an invisible, towering wall.
That was when it happened.
Ding!
[Episode clear reward granted.]
[Rolling dice (1~350).]
‘350.’
It exceeded his expectations.
The majesty of Perfect Hell’s difficulty.
An overwhelming range that far surpassed the maximum he had rolled in Episode 3.
Whirrrr.
Numbers spun rapidly in the void.
I held my breath, concentrating.
‘Blessing of the War Deity.’
Light scattered through the air.
I had squeezed the divine essence from my true form and forcibly infused ‘fortune’ into the avatar’s body.
It was a miracle delivered by my own hand.
Click.
The dice stopped.
[327!]
[Extraordinary fortune!]
[Supreme reward granted!]
[Reward (1): Gauntlet of Radiant Glory]
[Grade: Radiant Mythology]
“…Phew.”
Yamamoto exhaled a long breath.
The corners of his mouth twisted upward once more.
‘A stroke of fortune.’
‘Radiant Mythology’ grade.
A weapon that existed one tier above ordinary Mythology grade—the kind that belonged only in legends.
Fortunately, I had obtained remarkably high stats.
It was forced out through the Deity’s blessing and luck correction, but the results were what mattered.
He seized the gauntlet as it fell, blazing with light through the empty air.
The moment it touched his hand, he felt its overwhelming power.
‘With this…’
Yamamoto’s eyes gleamed once more.
No matter how much of a double score advantage NONAME had gained.
Before the variable of luck, all were equal.
What if the dice roll didn’t favor me?
What if that bastard drew a pathetic number?
That overwhelming score difference could absolutely be reversed.
‘It’s worth attempting.’
Yamamoto growled.
‘No—I will win.’
He surveyed the surviving party members.
Satoshi and the other two remained seated, still catching their ragged breaths.
Useless wretches.
‘I’ll need to increase the amount of Nectar.’
Yamamoto resolved inwardly.
In the next Episode, even if my avatar burst apart.
I would pour my true body’s divine power to its absolute limit and utterly crush that arrogant NONAME.
‘My level is sufficiently high.’
I had raised my level considerably while clearing Perfect Hell difficulty.
My current level was an impressive fifty-seven.
At this rate, I could double the amount of Nectar I could channel compared to before.
That was when it happened.
Rumble rumble rumble!
“…?”
Yamamoto’s head snapped around.
The ground of the Demon Realm began trembling violently.
The battlefield where he had just finished slaughtering high-ranking Demon Creatures was now convulsing with an unfamiliar energy.
“Guild Master! That pillar of light—what on earth is it…!”
One of the party members urgently pointed toward the sky.
Yamamoto’s eyes widened to their limits.
Boom boom boom boom boom!
Far away.
From the very distant Center of Demon Realm.
A colossal pillar of light so brilliant it threatened to steal one’s very sight pierced the sky.
“….”
Yamamoto stared blankly at the pillar.
The strength drained from the hand gripping his katana.
Because.
“That is….”
Something that should never have emerged from this Demon Realm had just appeared.
* * *
In the deepest reaches of the Demon Realm.
The Abyss Throne, where not a single ray of light penetrated.
There, an immense darkness lay coiled.
The Demon Emperor.
The absolute sovereign of the Demon Creatures trapped upon this barren land.
He slowly opened his eyes.
Ssssshhhhh.
His gaze pierced through the void itself.
The brilliant pillar of light shimmering in the distance, piercing through the ceiling of the Demon Realm, stirred his displeasure.
“….”
A low, heavy sigh escaped between the Demon Emperor’s lips.
He knew.
What that light signified.
A power that even the Deities could not carelessly wield—a force that defied the very order of creation.
“A Stellar Position.”
The Demon Emperor growled.
One of the primordial stars, called a Stellar Position.
Whatever had manifested, if it were truly a Stellar Position, even the Demon Emperor could not face it with ease.
Yet something connected to a Stellar Position had been released from the Demon Realm.
“…Who are you.”
The Demon Emperor’s voice resonated through the Abyss.
Was this the Deities’ interference?
‘It cannot be.’
Even the Deities could not treat a Stellar Position carelessly.
Most Deities could not even encounter a Stellar Position.
They were beings that existed between universes, not within that accursed Tower of Gods.
Without a Stellar Position’s consent, no one could meet it.
Not even the Twelve Chief Deities.
In other words.
‘…Something worthy of a Stellar Position’s attention has appeared in the Demon Realm.’
Something that the masters of the stars would covet had manifested in this Demon Realm.
Soon after, the pillar of light began to take on a distinct form.
And upon witnessing that form, the Demon Emperor.
“Ha, the Fortress of Void…?”
Let out a hollow laugh, utterly dumbfounded.
For an overwhelmingly dominant existence had emerged among the Fortress wielders.

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