The Mage Who Devours Disasters - Chapter 89

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Chapter 89.
The Dark Deity Hod peered through the crystal with piercing intent.
But.
“….”
His brow furrowed in frustration.
He couldn’t see.
The landscape of central Seoul that had been crystal clear moments before was now completely shrouded in brilliant golden clouds, utterly obscuring his vision.
‘Not Thanatos’s veil.’
Hod recognized it instantly.
It wasn’t the eerie mist born from death’s aura.
Rather, it was a mass of alien energy—pure and intensely potent enough to twist the very laws of the universe itself.
“The Deity of Fortune.”
An ominous name escaped between Hod’s lips.
There was no doubt.
That madman who had been driven from the Tower, who called himself an External Deity, and who had wandered the cosmos isolated from the world for eons—
had now descended upon Earth.
‘Why of all places did he appear there?’
Hod ran a hand across his jaw.
He remembered clearly.
What a troublesome entity that one was.
The Tower Gods’ rejection and expulsion of him stemmed not merely from jealousy and incomprehension of his ‘fortune’ authority.
‘A gambling addict.’
Precisely.
He was a gambler in the truest sense.
It mattered not whether his opponent was a lesser deity, a greater deity, or even one of the Twelve Chief Deities.
Whenever he spotted a notable deity, he would rush forward with absurd wagers, forcibly establish gambling matches, and sweep away the stakes—a unique specimen among specimens.
So much so that suspicions circulated among the deities: was he not the true ‘Mad Deity’?
Not one whose reason had collapsed, but a madman whose reason had been consumed by the blind ecstasy of probability and gambling.
Yet.
“…I had no choice but to acknowledge that overwhelming fortune of his.”
Hod muttered low.
As he said, even the Twelve Chief Deities avoided wagering against him.
Because they could not win.
Logic, divine power magnitude, factional strength—all were rendered useless.
He had never lost a single time.
Whether coin tosses, dice rolls, or anything involving probability—he always emerged victorious.
That’s why they cast him out.
They could no longer tolerate how he disturbed the Tower’s order and reduced the deities’ authority to mere gambling stakes.
After leaving the Tower, he never appeared again in Asgard or the Gambling Arenas of the collapsing Lower Realm.
And yet.
He appeared now.
Thanatos.
No—before that ‘NONAME’ presumed to be Irresistible Force.
‘…Surely not.’
Hod’s eyes gleamed with sudden intensity.
A memory flickered through his mind.
From ages past, that arrogant declaration the Deity of Fortune had been cackling about just before leaving the Tower.
-In a game of dice, even ‘Irresistible Force’ wouldn’t be my match. There exists no being in this entire universe who could defeat me through luck.
He had dismissed it as the ravings of a madman.
To dare speak of luck against Irresistible Force—he had pointed and laughed, calling it the delusion of one thoroughly insane.
And yet.
‘Did he descend thinking NONAME was Irresistible Force?’
Hod’s lips trembled slightly.
The puzzle pieces aligned.
The Deity of Fortune reads probability.
Reading those grotesque probability lines, his gambler’s instinct must have awakened.
He had discovered it—that ‘absolute irregularity’ he’d spent a lifetime seeking, the one being who might actually be his match.
So he had rushed forth.
To finally realize that mad wager he’d once boasted about.
“…”
Hod leaned forward sharply in his throne.
Without a sound, he watched the crystal shrouded in golden clouds.
‘What will the outcome be.’
A collision of two monsters.
The Deity of Fortune—a singularity of the universe who had never once tasted defeat.
And.
An avatar of the Absolute Deity Irresistible Force, wearing human skin and violating the Tower’s order.
Not a battle of force, but pure ‘probability’ itself.
If the Deity of Fortune were to win?
Irresistible Force would cease to be irresistible.
No longer an entity that could never be defeated, but rather ‘an entity that could be defeated under certain circumstances.’
But conversely, if Irresistible Force were to win?
‘…How utterly fascinating.’
Even though Thanatos, whom he had shaped as an avatar, had been stolen from him.
Even though his own game board had been overturned and consumed entirely.
This clash of the century captivated him immensely.
So much so that he had forgotten his own anger.
* * *
“…”
I stared at the iridescent dice floating in the empty space.
A wager proposed by the Deity of Fortune.
Honestly, I had no confidence.
No matter that I’d dumped 100 million SP into creating my character and maxed out the ‘Luck’ stat.
My opponent was the god of luck itself.
A deranged gambler who governed the probability threads of the universe and rolled dice without a single defeat to his name.
Meanwhile, I was merely a player who’d struck jackpots within the confines of the System.
‘If I lose, all the episode rewards vanish.’
Every effort becomes wasted.
The consecutive first-place streak in the Hall of Fame grinds to a halt.
But.
‘There’s no reason to refuse.’
I didn’t back away.
Because I was curious.
Whether this extraordinary luck I possessed could truly reach even the domain of a genuine ‘god’.
With infinite dice that knew no bounds, I could gauge the true measure of my capacity.
Above all.
A vicious gambler’s instinct writhed deep within my bones.
‘It’s worth trying.’
On the surface, this appears to be an equal wager of ‘all or nothing’.
But running the numbers meticulously, this is an overwhelmingly favorable gamble for me.
Why?
‘Because I can’t go negative.’
If I lose, I don’t incur debt or forfeit my life.
I simply surrender what I’ve earned this episode and return to ‘zero’.
But if I win?
There’s no ceiling. No limit.
The moment I exceed the miraculous number drawn by the Deity of Fortune, I obtain overwhelming rewards.
My loss is fixed, but my gain is infinite.
‘Why would I dodge such an unfair gamble?’
Even if my odds of winning are less than 0.1%—a thread so thin it barely exists.
This gamble demands I roll the dice without hesitation.
I raised my skeletal hand, stripped to bone.
Beyond Thanatos’s shell, I met the gaze of the Deity of Fortune.
“I roll.”
The instant my will reached out.
Rumble, rumble, rumble!
The second iridescent die suspended in empty space began spinning with manic intensity.
Light erupted.
In a world where time had frozen, only that radiance expanded and thrashed.
The Deity of Fortune stood with arms crossed, wearing a leisurely smile.
His eyes already brimmed with certainty of his victory.
‘Go ahead and struggle all you like.’
That was the gleam in his gaze.
But then.
Click.
The dice’s rotation gradually decelerated, and the first digit etched itself into the Empty Space.
[1]
It started at one.
The Deity of Fortune’s smile climbed higher still.
[10]
[100]
Zeros continued to appear.
I watched with perfect composure.
Soon the leading digits began filling in.
Tap-tap-tap-tap!
[1,000]
[10,000]
The number refused to stop.
The Deity of Fortune’s smile froze ever so slightly.
The speed at which it surpassed ten thousand was far too rapid.
Like a sprinter who had just crossed the starting line of a hundred-meter dash, it accelerated relentlessly forward.
[100,000]
One hundred thousand.
In an instant, it reached the hundred-thousand mark.
The Deity of Fortune’s eyebrows twitched.
His composed posture wavered slightly.
‘Will it stop?’
But.
…it does not stop.
The number soared upward, renewing its digits as if mocking the Deity of Fortune himself.
Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap!
[1,000,000!]
“…!”
The Deity of Fortune’s pupils trembled violently.
One million.
The number 999,999 that he had drawn.
I had trampled over it with absolute ease, meeting no resistance whatsoever.
I had won.
The match was already decided.
My hand had crushed the Deity of Fortune.
【…This is impossible.】
A gasp of disbelief escaped the Deity of Fortune’s lips.
He stared at the numbers hanging in the Empty Space as if unable to believe his eyes.
For the first time in a gamble he had never lost, he sensed defeat.
But.
The true terror was only beginning.
The numbers showed no sign of stopping.
Even surpassing a million, the speed only accelerated.
Like a rocket launched beyond the universe itself.
[10,000,000!]
Ten million.
A full ten times the number the Deity of Fortune had drawn.
【What, what in the world is this…】
The Deity of Fortune stumbled backward.
His iridescent aura trembled violently.
For the first time, the emotion of ‘fear’ painted itself across the arrogant foreign deity’s face.
The number ten million.
Unless probability itself had collapsed.
It was impossible.
It should never have occurred.
‘Perhaps it will stop here.’
Even I was genuinely astonished.
Ten million was certainly a grotesque figure.
Even this was more than enough to pulverize the Deity of Fortune’s mind.
But.
The die mocked my expectations—no, the very laws of the universe—once more.
Crackle. Screeeech.
The text in the Empty Space warped grotesquely, as if its pixels were shattering.
One final time, it heavily updated the digit count.
Click.
[100,000,000!!]
“….”
One hundred million.
Silence descended.
Even the golden clouds held their breath.
And with that number.
The die’s rotation came to a complete stop.
“….”
I gazed up at the number one hundred million.
The moment I saw that figure, something flashed brilliantly in my mind.
‘The SP granted when I created my character.’
The hundred million points I’d earned by slaying Irresistible Force, the very resource that had pushed my talents to their absolute limit.
Perhaps this die’s result was a number derived from that hundred million—my innate ceiling—itself.
I turned my head to regard the Deity of Fortune.
“Hey.”
I called out in a dry, metallic tone.
【….】
No response came.
The Deity of Fortune stood motionless, eyes wide and mouth half-agape, staring blankly at the hundred million displayed in the Empty Space.
Not even a tremor crossed their form.
Like a person whose soul had abandoned their body while standing in place.
Or perhaps frozen solid, as if their heart had stopped from the shock of the gamble.
‘Did they lose consciousness?’
I let out a quiet laugh and slung the scythe of death across my shoulder.
I had won.
My opponent hadn’t even been a match.
I’d achieved victory with a gap so overwhelming that even the word “overwhelming” fell short.
Now, for that arrogant deity who claimed never to have lost a single time.
“What will you give me as compensation?”
It was time to claim my spoils of war.

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