The Mage Who Devours Disasters - Chapter 70

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Chapter 70.
At last, I had caught up.
Akan’s face hardened.
For the first time, shock flickered across his eyes.
The absolute barrier he wielded—the Blade of Chaotic Snow—shattered.
Destroyed by the sword of a mere novice Apostle Deity, shackled in chains no less.
“….”
Akan must have felt it too.
This was no longer a one-sided slaughter.
One moment of carelessness, and his head could truly fly from his shoulders.
But it wasn’t over yet.
He still had one blade remaining in his grip.
“A lower-tier deity dares…!”
Akan snarled and adjusted his remaining sword.
His stance shifted.
From the dazzling dual-blade flurry to the heavy, piercing thrusts of a single blade.
“Don’t delude yourself into thinking you’ve surpassed me!”
Akan kicked off the ground once more.
Whoosh!
This time, it wasn’t speed—it was relentless persistence.
A viper’s blade, hunting for every opening in my defense.
Clang! Crash! Screech!
Our blades began their dance anew.
The distance closed.
A barrage with no room to evade.
The dull sound of flesh and bone colliding filled the Platform.
My shoulder tore open, my thigh split wide.
And simultaneously.
Thunk!
My holy blade drove deep into Akan’s flank.
“Ugh…!”
Akan’s lips trembled.
It must have been unfamiliar.
When was the last time a deity’s true form had suffered such a blow?
These beings who had sat upon their thrones for eons immemorial, gazing down upon mortals, moving them like chess pieces.
They had long forgotten the agony of bleeding, of flesh tearing open.
So his expression grew increasingly rigid.
Bewilderment at the pain, hesitation before the wound.
His divine power was suppressed—even regeneration was denied him.
The agony would only intensify.
“Why are you faltering?”
I spat blood-tinged saliva and sneered.
“Does mere pain like this rob you of your strength?”
But for me.
Pain was something far too familiar.
Before my regression, every living creature on Earth existed drowning in suffering.
I watched with my own eyes as beasts tore limbs from bodies, as calamities crushed those I loved.
The wounds carved into my flesh.
Compared to the Hell humanity endured, they were barely an itch.
I gripped Abriel with renewed ferocity.
Boom!
I surged forward.
Using my wounds as a shield, I strangled his breath.
Ding! Ding!
System Messages hammered against my ears like madness.
[The rank of ‘Heavenly Demon Sword Art’ has increased!]
[You have reached 4-Star rank.]
[You have reached 5-Star rank.]
It was steep.
The Grand Sage’s Staff poured forth a 200% proficiency increase buff.
Combined with the hidden trait ‘The Transcendent’s’ breakthrough limit.
My swordsmanship was evolving monstrously in real time.
Akan’s sword path became visible to my eyes.
His next move was predictable.
It felt as though Aritolte’s afterimage had completely overlaid itself upon my blade.
Clang! Crash!
“This… this monstrous creature…!”
Akan stumbled backward in shock.
His movements were noticeably sluggish.
The reason was obvious.
A body with 99% of its divine power suppressed.
For one who had lived relying solely on divine power, fighting with nothing but pure strength and endurance was utterly foreign.
And pain was stiffening his joints, gnawing away at his mental fortitude.
But I was different.
[‘Heavenly Demon Sword Art’ has reached 6-Star rank!]
Sword energy extended beyond Abriel’s blade into the empty air.
Before Akan could even solidify his defensive stance.
From above to below.
A perfect downward strike channeling every ounce of weight and power.
“Gaaahhhhh!”
Akan raised his remaining blade, desperately attempting to block.
But.
Crack! Clang!
“…!”
Akan’s last foreign sword as well.
Shattered into fragments by my strike, scattering into the void.
Soon after, Abriel’s blade flat pressed down upon Akan’s shoulder.
Boom!
“Ugh, gasp….”
Akan’s knees drove into the Marble Platform.
His head hung limp and powerless.
At the same moment.
“….”
“….”
The surroundings fell silent as if drenched in ice water.
Skadi’s expression hardened utterly.
The Divine Faction deities who followed her could not suppress their shock.
No, not merely them.
A lower-tier deity had forced an upper-tier deity to its knees through sheer martial prowess.
That was when it happened.
Uuuuuuuung!
…My right hand burned with maddening intensity.
The golden rune inscribed upon my palm.
The authority of ‘The Calamity Devourer’.
It vibrated ferociously, beginning to emit a silent, ravenous howl.
-Consume.
-Consume.
-Consume.
The primal instinct of a voracious predator awakened.
Before me lay the defenseless true form of an upper-tier deity.
No more perfect prey existed.
If I devoured that divine essence alone, my power would explode exponentially beyond all current measure.
My fingertips trembled violently.
The urge to seize Akan’s skull and unleash the golden rune pierced my very consciousness.
But.
‘…Endure.’
I clenched my teeth hard.
I gripped my right hand firmly, forcing control.
If I consumed him here, it would be over.
To reveal the true nature of the God Hunter here, in the very heart of the Banquet Hall, beneath the piercing gaze of the Deities?
In that instant, my throat would have been torn away.
I clenched my fists.
I withdrew my killing intent and gazed down at Akan, sprawled on the ground, with cold eyes.
But then.
“…Gasp!”
Akan’s body trembled uncontrollably.
From the shock of defeat?
No.
It was primal fear.
That arrogant demeanor from moments before had evaporated without a trace.
He shook like a rabbit hurled before a colossal predator.
Akan’s eyes couldn’t even meet mine directly; they darted frantically across the ground.
Yes, just like.
‘A prey meeting its apex predator.’
I was bewildered.
I had proven my strength, but it was a pure contest of force while shackled.
It was hardly a situation to inspire mortal terror.
Then why was he trembling so violently?
…Perhaps.
When the golden rune on my right hand vibrated fiercely, radiating the will to devour.
Had Akan’s instincts sensed that savage bloodlust?
“Ugh….”
Akan averted his gaze from mine, cold sweat streaming down his face.
It was certain.
I chuckled silently to myself.
“Consider yourself fortunate.”
I whispered low.
Akan’s shoulders flinched sharply.
I sheathed Abriel at my waist.
I had no further interest in him.
I turned and tilted my chin toward Aigis at the center of the Platform.
The entire Garden fell into silence.
No one dared speak easily.
It was truly a crucible of shock.
“Ahem.”
Even Aigis couldn’t hide his bewilderment and cleared his throat awkwardly.
“I shall conclude this duel.”
Aigis’s voice resonated heavily.
“Skadi’s Apostle, the high-tier chaos deity Akan—subdued.”
His gaze alternated between me and Heimdall.
“The Apostle Deity of Heimdall, Rag, has claimed victory!”
No cheers erupted.
“Hah….”
“What, what is this….”
Deep shock and sighs filled the Garden.
Aigis raised his hand.
“The victor shall receive the spoils promised to them.”
Clang.
Two lower-tier Angels in silver armor ascended the Platform.
Heavy chains hung from their hands, and at the end of those chains was bound a single Priestess.
This was the “feast” Skadi had prepared for this Divine Banquet.
A sacrifice nurtured with the leaves of the World Tree, kept pure and virtuous—a living offering to be burned and yield high-purity Nectar.
The Angels dragged the Priestess forward before Heimdall.
“Heimdall.”
Aigis spoke with a smile from below the Platform.
“A Priestess prepared by Skadi. Since your Apostle Deity has triumphed, the right to savor this feast belongs entirely to you.”
He made a cruel proposal.
“Burn her now with the ‘Purifying Flame’ and taste the fresh, sweet Nectar.”
The gazes of The Deities fixed upon Heimdall.
All of them savored the anticipation of that brutal spectacle.
But.
Heimdall swirled his cup of Nectar and let out a soft scoff.
His eyes made it clear he had no interest in such a sacrifice.
Heimdall shrugged his shoulders.
“The victor is not me.”
His thick finger pointed toward me, standing upon the Platform.
“It was my Apostle Deity, Rag, who shed blood and wielded the blade. Therefore, the reward for victory should belong not to me, but to my Apostle Deity.”
The Garden stirred once more.
A superior Deity yielding the spoils to a lower-tier Apostle Deity?
And such a precious sacrifice, won by trampling upon Skadi’s pride?
It was an unprecedented declaration from Heimdall.
“Rag.”
He looked at me and smiled.
“Do as you wish. Whether you burn that sacrifice and drink its Nectar, or keep it alive as a plaything—that choice is yours alone.”
The Angels pulled the chains, forcing the Priestess to kneel before me.
Her expression remained unchanged.
She had already resigned herself to her fate.
I gazed down at her coldly.
And.
I turned my head toward Aigis.
“I will postpone any judgment regarding the Priestess until all these confrontations conclude.”
I spoke with measured calm, yet absolute resolve.
“…Hmm?”
Aigis’s eyebrows shot upward.
The Deities watched me with evident bewilderment.
“Why would you do that?”
Aigis asked with palpable intrigue.
I ran my fingers along Abriel’s hilt and swept my gaze across the Garden.
The Natural Faction, the Biological Faction, the Material Faction.
Deities who envied me, doubted me, made no effort to conceal their hostility.
Countless Apostles standing behind their backs.
“One alone simply will not suffice.”
My lips stretched into a wide, predatory smile.
The pinnacle of arrogance.
I hurled my provocation toward them.
“Those divine feasts arrayed upon the tables before you.”
I gestured with my chin toward the Priestesses lined up on the White Marble Table.
“I intend to claim every last one as my own.”
Silence descended.
I had just declared war.
A declaration so utterly, breathtakingly arrogant—that I would defeat all the Apostles of every Divine Faction.
“Kahahaha!”
Heimdall erupted into unhinged, maniacal laughter once more.
His cackling poured fuel upon my declaration.
“That’s my Apostle! Yes, my Apostle should possess such magnificent ambition!”
Meanwhile, the other Deities’ faces flushed crimson with rage.
“This insolent lesser deity dares—!”
“How dare you insult us!”
Fury erupted.
Apostles from each Divine Faction thrust their hands skyward in succession.
“I shall step forward!”
“I will tear that mouth of yours to shreds!”
I laughed coldly amidst the chaos.
‘Yes. Come.’
I tightened my grip on Abriel.
I had never intended this to end with a single victory.
My resolve crystallized.
To push as far as I could.
To see this through to the bitter end.
If not now, I would never again have such an opportunity to etch myself into the very consciousness of all the Deities.
* * *
How much more time had passed?
“….”
“….”
The Divine Banquet had fallen silent.
Everyone was left with no choice but to hold their tongue.
The fury that had filled the Garden long ago had vanished without a trace.
Even Heimdall could not find words to continue.
Because.
“…The Apostle Deity of Heimdall, Rag….”
Aigis barely opened his mouth, as though unable to believe it.
“…In the twenty-third duel, achieved victory.”

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