The Mage Who Devours Disasters - Chapter 62

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Chapter 62.
Only then could I understand it.
The true identity of the longsword in my hand.
[Normal: Broken Knight’s Blade]
[Description: Cosmic garbage.]
“….”
Damn it.
I tossed the sword carelessly to the ground.
Though deflating, a thick smile spread across my lips simultaneously.
‘So my talent for observation alone can pierce through the barriers the Void Deity has erected.’
In other words, there exists no object capable of concealing information from me.
Well, of course.
From the start, I was a monster who poured 100 million SP into character creation.
I didn’t merely elevate talents related to combat and magic.
Observation, investigation, intuition, insight.
I had maxed out every shallow talent capable of piercing through the invisible and perceiving the hidden.
“Now this is worth seeing.”
As I lifted my head, the noise obscuring everything within my vision began to dissipate in cascading waves.
Whoooosh.
At last, all the secrets of the Heavenly Treasure Vault that the Void Deity had concealed so carefully were laid bare.
I moved slowly through the colossal mountain of refuse, sifting through its depths.
Information windows materialized ceaselessly before my eyes.
[Rare: Corroded Orc’s Helm]
[Epic: Mana-Depleted Staff]
[Normal: Rusted Metal Fragment]
Garbage overflowed far beyond my expectations.
The Void Deity had traveled the entire cosmos collecting these, yet their selection criteria seemed utterly inscrutable.
It resembled nothing so much as a magpie’s nest—anything that glimmered or looked peculiar was simply snatched up and hoarded.
Yet.
Undoubtedly scattered among this refuse were treasures resplendent enough to make my eyes widen in astonishment.
“….”
I stopped in my tracks.
Beneath a heap of collapsed metal fragments, a bracelet emanated a crystalline radiance.
[Mythic: Grand Sorcerer’s Mana Core]
[Effect: Mana regeneration speed increased by 300%. Mana consumption reduced by 30% when casting spells.]
Mythic grade.
Even veterans who devoted their entire lives to cultivation rarely obtained such grades—yet they lay scattered here.
That wasn’t all.
Venturing deeper, armor and weapons of Ancient grade appeared with surprising frequency.
Moreover.
“Damn….”
A curse slipped from my lips before I could stop myself.
Though not abundant, there were actually items of the ‘Primordial’ grade.
Equipment on par with my own authority, ‘Living Flame of Genesis’—artifacts that touched the realm of the Deities themselves.
Among them, what captured my gaze most was a single greatsword radiating an absolute, pitch-black darkness.
[Primordial: Sword That Devours Origins]
[Effect: Upon impact, the struck area enters a permanent ‘Void’ state that cannot be healed. When the Void state stacks twelve times, the opponent’s existential rank is forcibly reduced by one tier.]
It was absurd.
A blade that rendered wounds unhealable and stripped away rank itself.
Item grades come in many varieties and classifications.
But before my regression, when I reached the edge of the Tower alongside Humanity’s Strongest Coalition, the highest-grade equipment I’d ever obtained was merely ‘Radiant Ancient’ tier.
I’d never been fortunate with equipment drops to begin with, but even accounting for that, the scale of this vault transcended imagination.
I turned my head.
It wasn’t just weapons here.
“Runes…!”
Like the Ver Rune I’d obtained in Episode 3, High Runes lay scattered inside jeweled cases.
Jod, Cham, Sur.
Absolute runes whose very names set my heart trembling.
Venturing deeper, I spotted bookshelves.
Bundles of parchment layered thick with dust.
As I picked one up, a leather cover etched with grotesque tentacle patterns revealed itself.
[Necronomicon]
[Grade: Primordial]
[Description: A grimoire containing forgotten knowledge of madness from an unknown cosmos. Reading it gnaws at the reader’s sanity, but in exchange grants forbidden dark magic.]
It was one of the most coveted treasures for a mage like myself.
If I could absorb this knowledge alone, my magical trajectory would transcend dimensions.
Beside it lay unhatched eggs.
Mere incubators for monstrosities that would shake the Tower’s entire ecosystem the moment they broke free.
And that wasn’t all.
Blessed enhancement stones for fortifying equipment, blessed fusion stones for granting special options to gear—they were scattered everywhere.
“Phew.”
I whistled softly.
I had to choose.
Only one.
From this mountain of incomparable treasures, I could take only a single item.
The Sword That Devours Origins?
The Necronomicon?
Or perhaps a Mythic egg?
All of them would make me stronger.
But.
‘No.’
I shook my head.
My instincts warned me.
These were certainly magnificent treasures, but none of them were the singular, truly precious item that befitted the name ‘Heavenly Treasure Vault.’
I circled through the Heavenly Treasure Vault endlessly.
I dashed about, sifting through mountains of artifacts.
Pushing my talent for observation to its absolute limit, I traced the invisible fluctuations of mana.
How much time had passed?
In the most remote corner of the vast warehouse.
Upon a shabby wooden table, utterly removed from the glittering gold, silver, and jewels or weapons.
I stopped.
And then.
‘I found it.’
The most valuable item in this Heavenly Treasure Vault.
It was not equipment.
Not a rune, not a grimoire, not an orb.
It was a single sheet of paper.
A yellowed parchment fragment, its edges tattered and torn.
To all appearances, it looked like worthless garbage—so fragile it seemed it would crumble at the slightest breeze.
But.
I was certain.
The information flooding through my eyes proved it beyond doubt.
This was the reason the Void Deity created this Heavenly Treasure Vault.
The fundamental purpose for this warehouse’s existence.
‘This is it.’
With trembling hands, I grasped the parchment.
There was nothing else to see.
Without hesitation, I turned away.
Leaving behind all those brilliant treasures of other universes, I walked out of the Heavenly Treasure Vault.
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Creeeeak.
The door to the Heavenly Treasure Vault opened once more.
The Void Deity looked down at me as I emerged, my back to the blinding light.
【…Ho.】
Two eyes gleaming in the darkness narrowed with intrigue.
【Faster than I expected.】
His voice was leisurely.
Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say it carried a note of mockery.
【So then, what did you choose from among the countless treasures of the Heavenly Treasure Vault?】
The Void Deity’s gaze turned toward my hands.
His eyes held no anticipation.
He believed that with a mortal’s vision, he could never pierce through the security I had layered—the noise obscuring everything.
He was confident I had simply grabbed whatever random stone or scrap metal lay within reach.
I extended my hand with perfect composure.
Before his eyes, I brandished the single object I had chosen.
A flutter.
An ancient parchment wavering in the breeze.
A yellowed scrap of paper, torn and brittle enough to crumble at any moment.
Silence.
The air froze in an instant.
Park Ji-hoon’s jaw dropped as he stood behind me.
Park Ha-yan’s eyes widened in disbelief as well.
The Void Deity was no different.
【Kkhahahaha!】
Raucous laughter erupted.
The Void Deity’s phantom form convulsed violently, pouring out mockery.
【Foolish! Utterly foolish!】
He looked down at me with contempt.
【In a place where primordial equipment lies scattered, where mythic eggs breathe, where runes bearing the principles of the cosmos are strewn about!】
Deep disdain dripped from the Void Deity’s voice.
【You picked up nothing but a worthless scrap of garbage! I feel ridiculous for having harbored even a moment of hope in that number transcending your shallow limits! Truly, your judgment is pathetic!】
Mockery.
Derision.
Yet I twisted my lips into a smile.
“Garbage, you say?”
I rustled the worn paper in my hand once more.
“Do you really believe that?”
My voice was infinitely calm.
An attitude so composed it bordered on indolence.
The Void Deity’s laughter ceased.
His eyes narrowed ever so slightly.
【What makes you so confident in your bluff? Do you think some grand magic is inscribed on that paper scrap?】
“Magic is something I can learn on my own if needed.”
I unfolded the paper straight.
Two characters—a single symbol written upon it.
To an ordinary mortal’s eyes, it would have appeared merely as a stain or geometric pattern.
But my observation had pierced through to its true meaning.
‘A name.’
It was a name.
And.
“Void Master, Adun.”
【…!】
Kuguguguguugu!
The phantom form of the Void Watcher that blanketed the sky trembled as if struck by lightning.
Two massive eyes gleaming in the darkness dilated until they seemed ready to split.
“So you hid the nameplate in a garbage heap.”
I laughed with a bitter edge and flicked the paper.
“Quite the precious object, isn’t it?”
Adun.
The Void Watcher itself, and the true name—the very essence of that being.
Even the bizarre Mayon loses power and submits when her name is called.
How much more so for the Void Deity who governs the laws of the cosmos?
Their true names are absolutely forbidden—a taboo among taboos that must never be revealed to another until the day the universe itself perishes.
From the beginning, no being has ever known their names.
None but themselves.
It is an absolute binding that no one else may ever pronounce.
That name was disguised and hidden within the most remote garbage heap of the Heavenly Treasure Vault.
Because I was certain it would never be discovered.
Because I was arrogant enough to believe no one could ever see through the truth.
“Did you think I couldn’t see it?”
I swiftly tucked the paper into my inventory.
“You thought mixing it among garbage would serve as camouflage. But it isn’t my eye that’s pathetic, is it, Adun? It’s yours.”
【….】
The phantom form ceased its violent trembling.
It became silent in an instant.
As if all emotion had been stripped away.
No—that must be Adun’s true form.
A being of the Void Deity’s stature would never move according to emotion in the first place.
【…Remarkable.】
Adun’s voice was serene.
Yet the weight carried within that serenity was different from before.
It held reverence and acknowledgment.
【You have passed every trial I set before you perfectly.】
Adun acknowledged its own defeat.
I was the human who, setting aside the countless treasures of the Heavenly Treasure Vault, had found the only key capable of controlling it.
【Very well.】
Adun nodded slowly.
【You who have proven your own worth.】
Its gaze fixed directly upon me.
【Call upon me when you have need. I shall answer.】
The Void Deity’s Covenant.
The very laws of the universe trembled as an absolute contract was etched into my soul.
I gazed quietly at Adun.
Then.
【On the day you call my name, but once.】
He whispered as he slowly dispersed into the void.
【I shall descend in my true form and grant you all your desires.】

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