That Day When Suzuki-kun Wasn't the Mob-B! Chapter 281: The Edge of Extinction

Gulp!

Even after the destructive pillar of blue light entirely vanished from the sky, not a single person on the battlefield dared to speak or even breathe too loudly. They all stared in absolute, paralyzing terror at the mighty figure standing at the edge of the crater.

Finn's shirt was heavily torn from the intense Demonic pressure, perfectly displaying the corded, impossibly dense musculature of his torso. He stood casually, the dragon slayer blade Balmung resting effortlessly on his broad shoulder.

Even though the area was entirely quiet, the sheer, suffocating density of his aura sent violent chills down everyone's spine. They knew, with absolute certainty, that if they provoked him, he could instantly unleash that catastrophic blast again.

Prior to tonight, some of the elite fighters might have looked down on Balmung. They might have argued it was merely a broken relic compared to the legendary Excalibur. But after witnessing Finn utilize it? Everyone realized that in Finn's hands, it was far more terrifying and stronger than any holy sword. He could detonate an entire city like he was casually tossing a nuclear bomb, or unleash a highly concentrated beam that literally scarred the moon.

It wasn't the sword that was terrifying; it was the monster wielding it.

If a normal human possessed Balmung, it was nothing more than a very sharp stick. Sure, it possessed the 'Dragon Slayer' affinity, but what good was that if a massive, flying dragon simply breathed fire from a mile away and instantly incinerated the human?

But placed in the hands of the absolute strongest Devil of the new generation? Balmung became a spammable weapon of mass destruction. There was absolutely nothing in existence that could survive a direct hit.

The onlookers slowly lifted their eyes toward the moon. Seeing the massive, smoking crater now permanently etched into the lunar surface, they simply didn't know what to say.

"Ddraig..."

Issei took a shuddering breath, staring up at the smoking moon. A deep, terrifying sense of reality finally settled into his bones.

Deep down, Issei had secretly harbored a foolish, protagonist-like desire to eventually wash away his previous humiliation and prove he was the strongest. While he usually lacked absolute pride, permanently bonding with Ddraig had inherently altered his personality. The pride of a Heavenly Dragon occasionally bled into his mortal mind.

Yes, Issei was a hopelessly horny teenager who spent most of his mundane life locked in his bedroom watching adult videos. But ever since he entered the supernatural world and gained the Boosted Gear, he had fought desperately to protect what he cared about. If someone disrespected his loved ones, he would fight to the death.

He had genuinely believed that he and Ddraig could eventually reach the absolute pinnacle of strength. But watching Vali—the terrifying White Dragon Emperor—get completely and effortlessly humiliated by Finn?

Issei didn't even bother finishing his sentence. It was meaningless.

Could I truly ever defeat this monster? Issei thought, his chest tight with absolute despair. The Red Dragon Emperor was theoretically limitless... but what about the fragile, human vessel holding it?

"......." Ddraig remained entirely silent, unable to offer his host a single word of comfort.

Down by the crater, Finn's cold, golden eyes locked onto the Governor-General.

"Leash your dog properly, Azazel," Finn ordered boredly. "If you ever let him cross me again, I won't give you the chance to beg."

"I... I will make absolutely sure of it," Azazel bowed his head deeply, cold sweat violently dripping down his face, ignoring how Finn humiliated Vali. 

"And what about your other subordinates?" Finn asked smoothly, gesturing toward the surviving rogue elements.

"........"

Azazel looked at Kokabiel's broken body, then at the smoking crater where Finn's estate used to be. He took a deep, shaky breath, his entire body trembling as he fully accepted the geopolitical surrender of his race.

"If you spare his life tonight, too," Azazel said hoarsely, "I will ensure that every single Fallen Angel completely submits to your authority."

"Are you absolutely sure about that?" Finn asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah."

"Then summon all of them here. Right now."

"........" Azazel froze.

"Is there a problem?" Finn's voice dropped an octave, the temperature in the courtyard plummeting.

Azazel squeezed his eyes shut. "Please... give me just a moment."

He quickly accessed the Grigori communication network, broadcasting an emergency, mandatory summons to every high-ranking Fallen Angel. It was a massive, highly dangerous move. The Fallen Angels were not a monolith. Many factions deeply despised Devils and still harbored Kokabiel-like desires for war.

If Azazel ordered them to explicitly bow to a Devil, civil war was practically guaranteed.

Yet, Azazel was the absolute dictator of Grigori. He commanded the same level of unquestionable authority as Zekram Bael or the Satans. Within minutes, the sky above Kuoh Town violently distorted. Massive, complex teleportation circles opened in the air, and thousands of highly armed, heavily confused Fallen Angels descended into the ruined courtyard.

The elite Cadres who already knew of Finn's terrifying power (like Baraqiel) immediately landed and stood in tense silence. But the vast majority of the grunts were completely bewildered. Why had they been summoned to a ruined Devil's estate in Japan?

"Bow down before him," Azazel ordered, his voice echoing magically across the horde.

To demonstrate, the Governor-General of Grigori fell to his knees and pressed his forehead against the dirt right in front of Finn's boots.

"........" The entire horde froze in absolute shock.

Baraqiel immediately followed suit, dropping to his knees without a single word of complaint. But the rest of the Fallen Angels? They stared in utter, horrified confusion. Why the hell were they being ordered to grovel before a Devil?!

Yet, as they looked closer and saw their highest-ranking leaders kneeling, the half-dead body of Kokabiel pinned to the dirt, and the completely shattered, unconscious form of the White Dragon Emperor... absolute terror began to set in.

"WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU DOING, AZAZEL?!"

Kokabiel suddenly shrieked. His broken face twisted into a horrifying mask of absolute humiliation, rage, and profound grief.

"HOW CAN YOU BOW YOUR HEAD TO A FILTHY DEVIL?! THEY ARE THE ENEMY! THEY ARE VERMIN WE SHOULD BE SLAUGHTERING! HOW CAN YOU FALL SO INCREDIBLY LOW THAT YOU ACTIVELY GROVEL BEFORE THEM?!"

Hot tears of absolute despair streamed down Kokabiel's bloody face. This was the ultimate tragedy of his existence. To see his proud, holy race willingly submit to the very creatures they were created to destroy broke his mind completely.

"WE ARE THE PROUD FALLEN! WE SHOULD KILL THE DEVILS! WE SHOULD KILL THE ANGELS! EVEN IF I AM BROKEN LIKE THIS, I AM GOING TO KEEP FIGHTING UNTIL THIS BASTARD IS DEAD!"

Kokabiel thrashed wildly, violently glaring up at Finn.

Finn simply looked down at him with entirely blank, bored golden eyes.

"Are you done?"

"........" Kokabiel choked.

Kokabiel's impassioned, desperate speech had genuinely begun to stir the hearts of the more militant Fallen Angels in the crowd. A few were already reaching for their weapons, preparing to shout and charge.

But—

SPLASH!

Finn casually swung Balmung. Kokabiel's head was cleanly severed, flying through the air before violently rolling to a stop near Azazel's kneeling form. The legendary Cadre's eyes were still wide with absolute, frozen rage as he died.

"........."

The entire horde of Fallen Angels instantly froze. No one dared to scream. No one dared to draw a weapon. The absolute, casual brutality of Finn executing a Cadre right in front of their entire army left them entirely speechless.

Yet, before the militant factions could even process the execution, Finn slowly raised his polished shoe and casually tapped the ground.

"Come."

VMMMMMM!

A massive, world-spanning teleportation circle violently erupted beneath Kuoh Town, bathing the entire city in crimson and gold light!

Tens of thousands of heavily armed, elite Devil soldiers from the Balam and Great King Faction territories poured out of the portals, instantly encircling the Fallen Angels.

But that wasn't what truly terrified the onlookers. Alongside the Devils stood massive, terrifying Demon Lords from the Chinese mythological factions, accompanied by the legendary Monkey King himself, Sun Wukong!

"Hahahaha!" Sun Wukong laughed boisterously, casually resting his legendary staff on his shoulder. "Finn, my boy! You are about to do something crazy today!"

And it still wasn't over.

From the golden portals stepped thousands of terrifying, heavily armed divine warriors wearing traditional Indian armor and wielding divine Astras.

"T-The Maruts?!" Sona gasped in absolute horror.

Yes! Finn had actively summoned the Maruts—the elite army of divine storm spirits and warriors serving directly under the God Indra!

In mere seconds, Finn had mobilized a multi-pantheon coalition army. They completely surrounded the Fallen Angels and effectively took the country hostage. The sheer weight of this army caused the Japanese Shinto Pantheon—who were secretly watching the borders—to enter absolute, full-blown panic!

Finn had just blown up the moon, and now he was aggressively mobilizing multiple mythologies on Japanese soil?!

WHAT THE HELL WAS HE PLANNING?!

Ignoring the terrified gasps of the heiresses and the trembling Fallen Angels, Finn stepped forward, amplifying his voice with raw Demonic Power so it echoed across the entire city.

"Listen closely," Finn commanded, his golden eyes sweeping across the horde. "If any of you still harbor the desire to fight, then step forward right now. I am not hiding. I am not running. I am right here."

He slowly raised Balmung, the demonic blade crackling with terrifying blue energy.

"Let's have a real war, shall we? If you somehow win, you can claim everything I own. But if you lose? I will absolutely take everything from you."

His voice dropped to a dark, utterly ruthless tone "I will personally hunt you down to the deepest pits of Hell, to the furthest edges of the Earth, or straight into the vacuum of space. I will strip you of all your wealth. I will force you to watch as everyone you hold dear is bathed in tears while my men claim your wives and your daughters."

Finn then slowly looked up, his golden eyes seemingly piercing straight through the sky, directly targeting the invisible deities and spies monitoring the situation from afar.

"So... who still wants to fight? My army is ready."

The elite Devils, the Chinese Demons, and the Indian Maruts all readied their weapons in terrifying unison, flashing maniacal, bloodthirsty grins. They were entirely prepared to run amok on this island at a single word from Finn!