The Mage Who Devours Disasters - Chapter 88
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Chapter 88.
Kuguguguuu!
Golden clouds spiraled and filled the sky.
Time seemed to have stopped.
Even the swirling dust froze in mid-air.
All movement in the world crystallized in an instant.
At its center, a being manifested.
A man cloaked in a dazzling rainbow aura.
He slowly placed his feet upon the Ground.
‘The Deity of Fortune.’
He did not belong to the Tower of Gods.
A being whose nature diverged entirely from those deities who sat upon the thrones of Asgard, gazing down upon mortals.
An outsider deity, as they were called.
To be precise, he once existed within the Tower but chose to walk away from it of his own volition.
The reason was simple.
The authority he wielded—the very concept of ‘fortune’—was far too alien to their nature.
Fortune is chance.
It was a singularity that intervened in probability itself, that vast law of the universe, and twisted it beyond recognition.
The Tower Gods cherish order.
They desire that all things remain controlled within the systems they have established and the powers they have calculated.
Thus they feared and rejected this uncertainty of probability—this absolute variable they could neither fully comprehend nor dominate.
So the Deity of Fortune departed from the Tower.
Escaping their suffocating constraints, he drifted alone through the cosmos for eons, never involving himself in the games or wars of any world.
“….”
And yet that very being.
Now, at last, revealed himself in the heart of this narrow, chaotic Earth.
The Deity of Fortune regarded with curious eyes the man before him—the one wearing Thanatos’s shell.
Recently, there had been a disturbance that deeply unsettled his senses.
One who violently and abruptly pierced through the probability lines of the world.
‘At first, I thought it was mere coincidence.’
There were occasionally such individuals.
Protagonists of destiny who seemed blessed by the world itself, gathering fortune wherever they went.
Those who rolled dice and always drew high numbers, those to whom rescue ropes descended like miracles in moments of crisis.
Yet even such beings had never crossed ‘the line.’
Fortune is chance.
Of course, by controlling various variables and preparing thoroughly, one could guide results to some degree in one’s favor.
The saying ‘fortune favors the prepared’ was not without merit.
Moreover, by invoking divine protection or miraculous intervention, one could temporarily cause favorable outcomes.
But there existed a clear boundary.
One could not completely shatter the established ‘framework of probability distribution.’
‘Probability lines, after all, possess the nature of regressing toward equilibrium.’
It is the law of nature.
If a coin lands heads ten times in succession, eventually it must land tails consecutively to balance the scales.
If relentless, extraordinary fortune arrives without end, then by equal and opposite reaction, corresponding calamity must inevitably follow.
In other words, a life where only good things occur eternally cannot exist anywhere in the universe.
And yet.
‘How peculiar.’
The Deity of Fortune narrowed his eyes, attempting to pierce through Thanatos’s shell and glimpse the true soul dwelling within.
This creature produces only the most favorable outcomes without exception.
No—each time, he surpasses even the ‘most favorable outcome.’
Upon the best result, he stacks yet another miraculous result in succession.
Every roll of the dice triggers a jackpot, breaking through every limit.
Backlash? Misfortune?
Even with eyes wide open, such things could not be found.
‘Even I, the Deity of Fortune, cannot summon such extreme luck consecutively without any price whatsoever.’
There should have been a reaction, without question.
For the universe’s order not to collapse, this creature should have been struck by lightning long ago and perished, or fallen into the flames of Hell.
Yet he lives unscathed, orchestrating even grander schemes and drawing ever higher numbers.
That is why I descended.
To witness directly with my own eyes this bizarre collapse of probability.
Into the very center of this game’s Battlefield, watched over by countless Deities.
An outer Deity who had hidden his traces for eons stepped forth in person for the sake of a single human.
【….】
The Deity of Fortune fixed his gaze upon Kim Jung-seok, the man wearing Thanatos’s shell.
At the same moment.
A chill ran through him.
‘…I cannot perceive it.’
I am the Deity of Fortune.
Whenever I face any being, I can read at a glance the ‘measure of fortune’ that existence possesses.
The probability line of my opponent.
To weigh and pierce through the mass of misfortune and fortune that will occur—that is my authority and my very essence.
And yet.
From this man before me, that probability line could not be read.
Or rather, it was geometrically skewed.
As if infinite fortune with no discernible end were unilaterally concentrated in a deformed shape.
‘It is as though I gaze upon another version of myself.’
Yes, it was a trajectory far too similar to my own, the Deity of Fortune.
So much so that calling him another Deity of Fortune would not be strange.
Irregular, unpredictable, an absolute repulsive force that bends every variable in his favor.
‘I wish to test him.’
The Deity of Fortune’s lips curved into a smile.
Whether this being was human, divine, or a monster born from a System error mattered not.
Having lived through countless eons,
I could say with absolute certainty that no entity had ever stirred my curiosity so intensely.
Scorching exhilaration coursed through veins long grown cold.
I could not restrain myself and opened my mouth.
【Would you not care to cast dice with me?】
Kim Jung-seok, wearing Thanatos’s shell, lifted his head.
Beyond the helm, brilliant azure eyes gleamed toward the Deity of Fortune.
Clang.
“Dice?”
Kim Jung-seok’s voice, tinged with metallic resonance, answered dryly.
【Indeed.】
The Deity of Fortune extended his hand.
Whoosh!
Upon his palm materialized a resplendent rainbow-hued die, far surpassing the System’s standard dice in grandeur.
【This die knows no limits.】
The Deity of Fortune’s eyes gleamed like a gambler’s.
【From one to infinity. There exists no upper bound to its numbers.】
He tossed the die lightly into the air.
【Let us settle this through numbers.】
It was a proposal so outrageous it bordered on absurdity.
The Deity of Fortune was proposing a game of dice to a mortal.
Moreover, he was challenging an opponent who could never win.
It was called a contest, yet in truth, no contest could exist.
【Should you draw a number higher than mine, I shall guarantee a ‘transcendent reward’ befitting that number in my name.】
The guarantee of an outer god transcending the universe’s laws.
It signified a miracle of an entirely different dimension than any System reward.
【But.】
The Deity of Fortune’s voice dropped low.
【Should I prevail.】
He fixed Kim Jung-seok with an unwavering stare.
【Every reward you obtained in this episode, along with its records and titles, shall become as though they ‘never existed.’】
All or nothing.
The most extreme and purest gamble of fortune.
This alone could be called true gambling.
【Of course.】
The Deity of Fortune chuckled and shrugged his shoulders.
【I have never once lost a dice throw in my entire existence.】
It was a provocation.
No matter how fortunate you are, how could you possibly defeat me—fortune itself?
It was a threat: unless you’re prepared to lose everything you possess, tuck your tail between your legs and flee.
“….”
Silence descended.
My opponent gazed silently at the iridescent die suspended in the void.
The Deity of Fortune anticipated eagerly.
What reaction would this human display?
Would fear paralyze him into refusal?
Or would pride compel him to snap up the bait?
Normally, such a contest should bore him.
The outcome was predetermined.
He had never—not once—lost a single die roll.
But this existence was different.
A monster possessing a probability line equal to his own—grotesquely balanced.
Throughout countless worlds’ rises and falls, no other being like this had ever existed besides himself.
‘To think someone would awaken the gambler’s emotion within me.’
My heart raced.
How long had it been since I felt such electrifying tension?
Yes, exactly like that first time I ever cast the die.
Please—do not flee.
Clack.
Kim Jung-seok slung the scythe of death across his shoulder and nodded impassively.
“Very well.”
A brief, decisive acceptance.
Wholehearted.
As though this trivial wager mattered little—lose and move on, win and be done with it.
The Deity of Fortune smiled.
He spread both arms wide.
【Then I shall cast first.】
Before the words even finished, the iridescent die suspended in the void began spinning with ferocious intensity.
Whirrrrrr!
Light scattered in all directions.
Within that radiance, only the die spun madly, its numbers cycling endlessly.
The Deity of Fortune’s eyes gleamed with anticipation.
‘Experience it. The true wall of divinity.’
The realm of gods.
A probability barrier mortals could never dare imagine.
Click.
The die came to rest.
A number blazed brilliantly, suspended in the void.
[999,999!]
Truly unprecedented.
A result that could never emerge from the existing dice rules—a number that had torn far beyond the System’s limits.
A figure approaching nearly one million.
A number born from the Deity of Fortune—quite literally a ‘miracle.’
【Hahaha.】
The Deity of Fortune laughed with ease, gazing down at Kim Jung-seok.
【You’ve never seen a number like this before, have you?】
Absolute certainty of victory dripped from his voice.
【So, what will you do?】
He gestured toward Kim Jung-seok with his chin.
【Will you surrender, crushed beneath this overwhelming number, or will you at least struggle?】
He was supremely confident.
He was certain that no irregularity, no matter how extraordinary, could summon fortune exceeding this number.
Even if they were a deity, it would be the same.
The reason the Deities in the Tower of Gods had rejected him was precisely because they could not comprehend the ‘fortune’ that transcended his own understanding by an immeasurable distance.
It was because the Deity of Fortune possessed something that he himself could never have.
But what of it?
In a mere contest of fortune, he had confidence that he would not lose even to the Irresistible Force.
“….”
Regardless.
Kim Jung-seok simply stared at that number in silence.
His blue eyes beyond the helmet remained unwavering.
Rather.
Clang.
With an eerie metallic sound.
“Needlessly loose tongue.”
He slowly extended his hand.
And.
Tumble, tumble, tumble!
…He cast the die.
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