The Mage Who Devours Disasters - Chapter 67

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Chapter 67.
What?
Did I just hear things that weren’t there?
My mind snapped to full alertness.
A chill cascaded down my spine.
‘The Twelve Sovereigns.’
Honestly, I knew almost nothing about them.
Even when I led Humanity’s Last Coalition to the very edge of the Tower before my regression, I never so much as glimpsed their shadow.
At best, I had shed blood breaking through the walls of lower, middle, and upper-tier deities.
I could only vaguely surmise that they existed.
To me, the Twelve Sovereigns were an unknowable realm.
Yet one thing was abundantly clear.
‘Excluding Irresistible Force, they are the monsters standing at the absolute pinnacle of this Tower.’
The evidence was unfolding before my eyes right now.
The supremely arrogant upper-tier deities.
Aigis, Skadi, and even Heimdall beside me.
All of them hung their heads low as if bound by an unspoken pact, rigid and helpless.
Even Heimdall’s proud, unyielding eyes dared not meet the Twelve Sovereigns directly—they were fixed downward.
I replayed Hod’s words in my mind.
-All twelve of us Sovereigns.
-Have decided to manifest avatars on Earth.
Wait.
‘Decided to manifest?’
My mind raced.
The subtle nuance of tense.
Not ‘have manifested,’ but ‘have decided to manifest.’
In other words, not all of them had descended to Earth with avatars yet.
They were saying they would create vessels and formally join in the future.
‘So they don’t have them yet?’
They might not, or they might.
I couldn’t rule out the possibility that some of the Twelve Sovereigns had already manifested avatars and were indulging in amusement.
This could mean the remaining Sovereigns were now entering the game as well.
Either way, it was catastrophic.
The Twelve Sovereigns collectively wielding avatars and interfering with Earth?
I could barely breathe at the thought.
A hell far more brutal than the apocalypse of my past life would surely unfold.
The Dark Deity Hod opened his mouth again.
“World 400 is uniquely dense in magical concentration, and overflowing with fascinating variables.”
Hod twisted his lips into a smile.
“Thus, we Twelve Sovereigns have unanimously decided to embrace this fresh world and indulge in ‘genuine amusement’ for the first time in ages.”
True amusement, then.
But.
‘It’s a lie.’
I let out a silent scoff.
Not a single Deity among them believed that explanation at face value.
I could tell just by watching the pupils of the supreme Deities around me flicker with doubt.
Mere amusement? A pastime to cure boredom?
All twelve of the Twelve Chief Deities who govern the cosmos moving in unison to annihilate a single Earth that had merely ascended from B-grade to A-grade?
It was like firing a cannon to swat a fly.
Beings who prized efficiency would never burden themselves with such effort.
There was something more to this.
There had to be a decisive factor that compelled all twelve of these arrogant Sovereigns to lift their heavy forms and descend.
‘The past has changed.’
I sifted through my memories of my previous life.
Certainly, even when Earth perished in the past, the scale was nothing like this.
The avatars were formidable, but there was no hint whatsoever of the Twelve Chief Deities descending en masse to ravage the world.
‘The game has grown larger.’
Why had the stakes expanded so dramatically?
What could have happened on Earth that would make even those at the very apex of the cosmos drool with desire and crawl down to claim it?
The moment my thoughts began to spiral.
Chills raced down my spine.
A single hypothesis struck my mind with brutal force.
Wait. Could it be….
‘…because of me?’
Had I twisted the history of Earth and the Tower of Gods by my own hand?
Right after my regression.
I had sent the Philosopher’s Stone into overdrive, obliterating the Absolute Deity Irresistible Force.
Then, by regenerating my character, I had given birth to ‘Rag’—a broken, system-defying spec of 100 million SP that transcended the System’s limits.
With that overwhelming talent, I had rocketed straight up to Floor 55 of the Tower in a single breath.
And on Earth?
Under the name ‘NONAME’, I had swept through the Hall of Fame.
I had been the first to unlock the Incomprehensible difficulty and summoned the Void Watcher Adun, even tearing away his nameplate.
What if all these actions had interlocked like gears, creating fractures in a butterfly effect?
What if my very existence had set the Twelve Chief Deities in motion?
My lips had gone dry.
The Twelve Chief Deities were not descending for amusement.
They were coming to monopolize the essence of this grotesquely swollen Earth—and the unknown variable that had become its architect.
“….”
I clenched my fists.
But I harbored no regrets.
I was planning to devour them all anyway.
No, I changed my thinking entirely.
‘…I’ve actually gotten a chance to consume the masters of the Tower.’
Crisis breeds opportunity, as they say.
Create avatars?
Devouring their avatars would be far easier than confronting the Twelve Sovereigns directly.
Facing them head-on is nearly impossible to begin with.
But if I could only expose their avatars and consume them with my right hand, my power would transcend imagination and grow incomprehensibly strong.
With such overwhelming authority and divine power, I could subjugate the entire Tower.
This was the perfect opportunity to incinerate every insect that had invaded Earth.
I leaned in closer.
I sharpened my focus to its absolute limit.
If I could glean even the slightest hint.
If I could only discover who their avatars were—whether already created or yet to be made.
I refused to miss a single word, not even a shift in tone.
But then.
Hod said nothing more.
Instead, the Twelve Sovereigns created a space of their own.
Kuguguguugu.
A tremendous vibration rippled through the void.
Twelve thrones materialized in the air, each embodying the authority of a different Sovereign—light and darkness, tempest and tidal wave.
They floated far higher than the seats where the previous supreme deities had sat.
They took their places upon the thrones and crossed their legs.
It was a silent declaration that they would remain for the Divine Banquet until its very end.
“…Ahem.”
Aigis, standing upon the platform, cleared his throat.
Even he, known as Asgard’s first-ranked being, visibly tensed.
“Next, I shall speak of significant changes within the Tower.”
Aigis’s voice trembled ever so slightly.
“Recently, the Frost Deity Cryos has perished.”
The Garden stirred once more.
“The victor in that war was the rising star Rag. By right of conquest, he has become the new master of Floor 55.”
All eyes turned toward me again.
I received those piercing gazes with perfect composure.
“Wait.”
Someone rose from their seat.
It was Heimdall, the Tempest Deity.
As he stepped forward abruptly, Aigis on the platform furrowed his brow slightly.
It was a discourteous interruption of the proceedings.
But Heimdall paid it no mind.
As always, he displayed the arrogance of one who casually devoured the Tower’s rules like they were nothing.
“Regarding those changes, I have an announcement to make personally.”
Heimdall’s voice resonated with a resounding clarity.
Aigis’s expression hardened, but he dared not step forward to stop him.
The Twelve Sovereigns watched from above.
He likely wished to avoid this escalating into factional conflict.
Heimdall swept his gaze across the Garden.
His eyes lingered for a moment on Skadi’s frozen visage.
A thin smile curved his lips.
A cold, sinister smile graced Heimdall’s mouth.
“Hear me well, all you rulers of Asgard gathered in this place.”
He pointed toward me.
“Rag, the new master of Floor 55, has this day become my true Apostle Deity. I proclaim it before all assembled here.”
A roar of commotion erupted.
“Is he formalizing it?”
“Here, at the Divine Banquet itself?”
“He seems quite fond of this one.”
Shock rippled through the highest-tier Deities.
The lone wolf Heimdall had, for the first time, acknowledged someone as his successor—an Apostle.
The weight of that declaration was beyond imagination.
“Rag. Come to my side.”
Heimdall called to me.
I rose slowly from my seat.
Then I walked toward his side, to the most prominent position in the Garden.
It was searing.
The gazes of hundreds of highest-tier Deities.
And beyond them, the distant stare of the Twelve Sovereigns looking down upon us.
It was like thousands of needles piercing my entire body—a crushing pressure.
Had I been an ordinary lower-tier Deity, I would have collapsed under this momentum, my breath stolen away.
But.
I did not falter.
Instead, I straightened my chest and lifted my chin with unwavering confidence.
Slowly, unhurriedly, I advanced.
“Watch closely.”
As I drew beside him, Heimdall placed his hand upon my shoulder.
“Rag is my face, my will incarnate.”
He swept his gaze across the Garden with a growl.
“To touch Rag is to touch me, Heimdall. Should any dare lay a treacherous hand upon my Apostle Deity, my tempest shall tear their territory to shreds.”
A warning delivered.
I could see Skadi’s face twist into an ugly grimace.
But Heimdall’s bombshell announcement was far from over.
“And one more thing.”
Heimdall’s lips stretched into a grin that reached his ears.
Like a child bursting to show off, he unveiled his most devastating card.
“My apostle deity Rag has promoted Archangel Abriel to the rank of Kwon Cheonsa.”
Silence fell.
The entire Garden fell quiet as if drenched in ice water.
And then.
“…That’s impossible!”
“Kwon Cheonsa? How could that possibly be!”
Doubt. Confusion.
The Deities leaped from their seats, crying out.
The evolution to Kwon Cheonsa is a miracle.
Even the highest-ranking Deities struggle to achieve it after centuries or millennia of effort.
They could not fathom that a mere inferior deity had accomplished what they could not.
Much less a Seeds who had only recently become a Deity.
“Prove it!”
A sharp voice cut through the air.
Skadi’s Faction.
A Deity standing behind her cried out, face flushed with rage.
“No matter if you are the Deity of Typhoons, you cannot deceive us with such preposterous lies! If she truly evolved into Kwon Cheonsa, then draw the Holy Sword and prove it!”
He spoke with absolute certainty of the lie.
Of course he did.
It was a realm their shallow understanding could never reach.
Heimdall did not grow angry.
Instead, he let out a cold laugh.
He turned to me and gave a light nod.
A signal to show them.
“You doubt much,” I murmured softly.
I reached into my inventory.
The cold touch of metal brushed my fingertips.
The moment I drew it, the air transformed.
A soft whisper of steel.
I grasped Abriel.
A brilliant explosion of light!
Holy power erupted.
A dazzling pillar of radiance burst from the sword’s edge, piercing through the sky of the Banquet Hall.
The majesty of Kwon Cheonsa.
An absolute wave of purification that only those who have vanquished great evil and proven their sanctity can unleash!
As that light swept across the Garden.
“…!”
“It’s, it’s real!”
“I can’t believe it even seeing it with my own eyes…!”
The deities who had been raising their voices in doubt shielded their eyes and gasped in awe.
They were overwhelmed.
In the eyes of the supreme-tier deities who had regarded me as nothing more than an insect, the emotions of ‘shock’ and ‘reverence’ were blooming for the first time.
And.
“….”
“….”
The Twelve Sovereigns too gazed upon me with an unfathomable light in their eyes.

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