The Mage Who Devours Disasters - Chapter 94

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Chapter 94.
Asgard Underground 1st Floor.
A drab and cavernous Waiting Room where thousands of Seeds gathered.
In a corner of that clamorous throng, a small boy crouched alone.
The Deity of Fortune, Lucky.
He exhaled in short, heavy sighs.
“Sigh….”
How had it come to this?
I, an outer god who twisted the laws of the universe and commanded probability itself.
I, who even the Supreme Tier Deities feared as the object of their dread, toyed with in their wagers.
To think I would crawl back into this wretched cesspool of a ‘Seed’ position.
‘It is the will of that great one, they say.’
It felt hopeless.
To climb the Tower anew from the beginning, surrounded by over five thousand greenhorns.
What manner of hellish tutorial replay was this?
But the true problem lay elsewhere.
‘What if my identity is exposed?’
No matter how much my form had shriveled into that of a tiny child.
This Asgard was teeming with divine eyes.
Especially GuGu, who oversaw this Selection Chamber.
That penguin was the System’s proxy.
It would recognize me as the Deity of Fortune in an instant.
If my identity were exposed here, the debtor(?) deities I had fleeced in the past would surely come rushing to exact their revenge.
“Quiet, quiet!”
It was then.
Clap! Clap!
With the cheerful sound of applause, an emperor penguin in a tuxedo bounded onto the Platform.
“Welcome, Prospective Deities! I am GuGu, Administrator of the First Floor Advancement Examination!”
The Seeds fell silent in unison.
Lucky tensed and bowed his head low.
GuGu’s gaze swept across the Seeds.
But.
‘…Huh?’
GuGu’s gaze simply passed over Lucky without pause.
It showed no sign of disturbance or incongruity.
In fact, GuGu’s eyes seemed to regard Lucky as nothing more than an ordinary, diminutive little Seed.
‘Can it truly not recognize me?’
Lucky blinked.
The power of that ‘great one’ who bound his very soul.
It seemed to have perfectly disguised his divine essence and presence as something entirely different—a mere insignificant creature.
“Now then, aptitude assessment for disasters!”
GuGu floated a crystal orb into the empty space.
The Seeds lined up in order.
Red, blue, green.
The colors of the Natural Faction, Biological Faction, and Material Faction appeared in turn.
“Next!”
Finally, it was Lucky’s turn.
He hesitated before climbing onto the platform and placing his small hand on the crystal orb.
Whoooosh!
Light blossomed from within the sphere.
But that light was neither red nor blue.
It was a dazzling, crystalline ‘yellow’ that stung the eyes.
“…!”
GuGu’s beak fell open.
He fluttered his wings in shock.
“Y-yellow?!”
At GuGu’s cry, the hall erupted in murmurs.
“Yellow? What kind of attribute is that?”
“I’ve never seen it before.”
GuGu stammered as he exclaimed.
“It’s the Causality-type! The fourth faction!”
Causality-type.
Not dealing with natural phenomena, matter, or life.
Cause and effect.
Fate and probability, inevitability—an extraordinarily rare talent.
“An aptitude for Causality-type hasn’t been seen in centuries!”
GuGu marveled.
But Lucky scoffed inwardly.
‘I’m the Deity of Fortune—of course this is natural. Stupid penguin.’
No matter how small he’d become, he found it absurd that GuGu couldn’t recognize him.
But in that instant.
“Puhahahaha!”
Laughter erupted from somewhere.
“Causality-type? That’s hilarious!”
“Isn’t that just wordplay? It means he has zero destructive power to cause disasters.”
“What good is this little brat spouting nonsense about fate? One punch from me would end it.”
The Seeds began openly pointing and mocking Lucky.
Causality-type rarely manifested direct destructive power in combat.
In a jungle governed by force like the Tower of Gods, it was typically treated as the easiest target to eliminate.
“You won’t become a Deity of the Tower. Go home, kid!”
Ridicule and mockery poured down upon him.
But.
“…Hmm.”
Lucky did not grow angry.
Rather, a peculiar smile began to creep across his lips.
His head tilted slightly.
Rainbow-hued radiance swirled mysteriously within his eyes.
‘This….’
This might be far more entertaining than expected.
No one knew who he truly was.
That he was once the absolute gambler who had sent every Deity in the Tower trembling with fear.
That he could begin anew from the start with these thrilling ‘wagers’, against such naive and foolish prey.
In the distant past.
The Deities had feared his fortune so greatly that none would wager with him.
Finding no amusement, he had left the Tower of his own accord.
But now it was different.
This perfect anonymity.
This thorough disdain and mockery.
“You all.”
Lucky’s youthful voice echoed across the platform.
He grinned and snapped his fingers toward the Seeds.
“Want to make a wager with me?”
That was right.
The Deity of Fortune, Lucky.
He was fundamentally.
A true gambler utterly obsessed with wagers and gambling.
He could enter the Deities’ game once more.
He could strip them bare again!
Thinking thus.
…For the first time in ages, his blood began to boil anew.
* * *
Episode 4, the Hundred Ghosts Night Parade, had come to an end.
The world was barely regaining stability.
The work of reconstructing destroyed cities and gathering scattered survivors was in full swing.
A large building in Seoul.
The headquarters of the Black Tiger Guild.
Park Ji-hoon sat cross-legged on the sofa in the Guild Master’s Office, flipping through documents.
Guild reorganization.
Damage assessment and reinforcement of combat strength.
He narrowed his brow and fixed his gaze upon the Hall of Fame rankings displayed on the monitor.
[Rank 72: Park Ji-hoon (910 points)]
[Rank 77: Park Ha-yan (890 points)]
“…Damn it.”
A crude curse escaped Park Ji-hoon’s lips.
Through Episode 4, he had held the 4th rank.
He had walked around with his shoulders high, fearless of the world.
But once the Hundred Ghosts Night Parade ended, his ranking plummeted.
All the way down to 72nd.
Park Ha-yan had also fallen to 77th.
‘Where did these bastards crawl out from?’
The names dominating the upper echelons of the Hall of Fame were all unfamiliar.
Yet Park Ji-hoon and Park Ha-yan had been helplessly pushed down regardless.
“Without you, hyung, I wouldn’t have even been able to introduce myself.”
Park Ji-hoon let out a hollow laugh.
Without Kim Jung-seok’s hard carry, breaking into the top 100 would have been a pipe dream.
He was only maintaining his place in the 70s thanks to riding hyung’s bus and clearing the Incomprehensible difficulty.
Then it happened.
Bang!
The Guild Master’s Office door burst open violently.
“What the—”
Park Ji-hoon’s expression hardened as he lifted his head.
The men standing in the doorway.
Flashy men decked out in designer equipment.
At their center stood a man—Heo Young-ho, the Guild Master of the Light Guild.
“….”
Park Ji-hoon leaned deep into the sofa, lifting his chin.
“Barging into someone else’s place without warning.”
His gaze turned glacial.
“Are you looking for a fight?”
Heo Young-ho paid no heed to Park Ji-hoon’s provocation.
Instead, he swept his arrogant gaze across the Guild Master’s Office.
“Still reeks of a sewer.”
Heo Young-ho let out a scoff.
“A fight? I don’t have time to waste on garbage like you.”
He stood across from the sofa with an air of superiority.
“I’ve come personally to deliver news.”
“News?”
“That’s right.”
Heo Young-ho’s eyes gleamed.
“The Warrior Guild’s Guild Master from Japan, Yamamoto, is coming to Korea.”
Yamamoto.
The symbol of absolute martial supremacy that conquered Japan.
At the mere mention of that name, Park Ji-hoon’s eyebrows twitched slightly.
He had been closely monitoring Yamamoto’s movements through Satoshi.
He’d received reports that the man was on the move, but he never expected his destination to be Korea.
Yamamoto was coming to Korea….
Why?
“So what?”
Park Ji-hoon replied dismissively.
Heo Young-ho lifted his chin.
“Back off.”
“…?”
“Yamamoto and the Warrior Guild will be received by our Light Guild.”
Heo Young-ho’s voice carried weight.
“This is diplomatic warfare between guilds representing nations. It’s no place for street thugs like you to meddle.”
“Our status doesn’t match?”
“Precisely.”
Heo Young-ho sneered.
“This is a warning—don’t muddy the waters. Stay quiet and keep your head down.”
Park Ji-hoon stared at Heo Young-ho blankly.
Then.
“Kekekek… Puhahahaha!”
He clutched his stomach and began laughing like a madman.
At the sudden outburst, Heo Young-ho’s face flushed crimson with rage.
“What’s so funny?”
“Man, you really are something else.”
Park Ji-hoon wiped tears from his eyes as his laughter subsided.
But his gaze held a vicious contempt.
“I wasn’t planning on going anyway.”
Park Ji-hoon slowly rose from his seat.
Garcia’s sword aura wrapped around his body in a soft glow.
“Our status doesn’t match?”
“….”
“You dare speak of status—you who saw a monster’s face once and fainted while pissing yourself?”
Silence.
Heo Young-ho’s expression froze like stone.
His pupils trembled violently.
‘H-how did he find out?’
His eyes screamed the question.
In the heart of Gangnam-daero.
The moment my eyes met those of Thanatos—or rather, Kim Jung-seok wearing Thanatos’s shell.
That horrifying dark chapter of my past: terrified, I’d soiled myself and lost consciousness, foam flecking my lips.
Only the Light Guild members had witnessed it.
But how in hell did this bastard find out about it?
“Moreover.”
Park Ji-hoon stepped forward until he was inches from Heo Young-ho’s face, as if to seize him by the collar.
“You, who can’t even crack the top 100 of the Hall of Fame, dare speak of honor?”
“You, you bastard…!”
The atmosphere turned menacing.
The Light Guild members standing behind Heo Young-ho simultaneously reached for their weapons.
But then.
Clang. Whoosh.
In an instant, Black Tiger Guild members in dark suits materialized around the Guild Master’s Office, a suffocating mass of bodies.
Dozens of them, their killing intent enveloping Heo Young-ho’s group.
Numerical superiority. Overwhelming momentum.
Heo Young-ho swallowed hard.
“Listen, Heo Young-ho.”
Park Ji-hoon’s voice dropped to a menacing growl.
“Do you really think those people you brought here are truly loyal to you?”
“…What nonsense.”
“When you pissed yourself and passed out.”
Park Ji-hoon swept his gaze across the Light Guild members with a contemptuous smile.
“Those bastards abandoned you on the street without a second glance and ran for their lives, didn’t they?”
The shoulders of the Light Guild members flinched.
Some averted their eyes, clearing their throats awkwardly.
The ugly truth of loyalty bought with money.
This was the moment their shame was laid bare before all.
“I know everything.”
Park Ji-hoon tapped Heo Young-ho’s shoulder mockingly.
“Before you meddle in someone else’s guild, learn to control your own subordinates.”
“….”
“Your guild is crawling with people who’d sell you out for a few coins in a heartbeat.”
In truth, the Black Tiger Guild had planted more than a few moles within the Light Guild.
Information flowed where money did.
That’s how Heo Young-ho’s dark secret had reached Park Ji-hoon’s ears.
“So.”
Park Ji-hoon’s eyes turned glacial.
The Sword Saint’s savage killing intent tightened around Heo Young-ho’s throat.
“Don’t give me an opening.”
“….”
“Before I kill you.”
An overwhelming presence.
Heo Young-ho could barely breathe.
Cold sweat trickled down his spine.
He couldn’t fathom when the hoodlum he’d so easily dismissed had transformed into this monster.
“….”
Heo Young-ho clenched his bloodless lips.
His entire body trembled with humiliation and rage, yet he lacked the courage to draw his blade here.
“…Remember this, Park Ji-hoon.”
Heo Young-ho ground his teeth and retreated backward.
He fled from the Guild Master’s Office like a coward.
The disloyal Light Guild members hurried after him and vanished.
“That bastard’s actually hilarious.”
Park Ji-hoon watched Heo Young-ho’s retreating figure and let out a derisive snort.
A pathetic insect.
Then the Vice Guild Master, standing behind him, asked cautiously.
“Guild Master, what will you do?”
The Vice Guild Master’s gaze shifted to the documents containing information about Yamamoto, who was coming from Japan.
“That monster Yamamoto is coming to Korea. If he has some purpose, we won’t be able to stop him easily….”
Park Ji-hoon collapsed back onto the sofa.
He picked up the longsword resting on the table.
Shing.
He drew the blade halfway, gazing at the azure-gleaming steel.
“We need to go too.”
Park Ji-hoon’s lips twisted into a combative grin.
“Let’s go see the face of that famous Yamamoto.”
Honestly, I was curious.
Why my brother was pursuing him.
When my brother watched the footage Satoshi had sent, his expression wasn’t good.
There was definitely something between them.
And it wouldn’t be anything favorable.
So I had to confirm it.
What exactly Yamamoto was.
If.
Yamamoto became an obstacle to my brother, then at that moment.
‘I’ll kill him.’
Park Ji-hoon’s eyes gleamed with a cold, sharp light.

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