That Day When Suzuki-kun Wasn't the Mob-B! Chapter 314: A Nightmare Hatches

Georg let out a ragged, hysterical laugh, completely convinced he was the ultimate victor. He had successfully swallowed the slumbering demon and his feline bodyguard into the absolute, inescapable void of Dimension Lost.

But before his triumphant laughter could even echo across the artificial space, a freezing, suffocating grip violently clamped around his throat.

"Ghnh!"

Georg's eyes bulged in absolute terror. He looked down and realized his own shadow had violently detached itself from the floor, twisting into thick, pitch-black tendrils that were actively crushing his windpipe.

"You are far too weak, nyaa."

Kuroka's voice purred from the darkness, dripping with lethal, mocking condescension.

Did the Hero Faction honestly believe she was just some brainless, naughty stray cat whose only ambition was to mate with a powerful alpha and bear his kittens? While there was undeniably a heavy shred of truth to her carnal desires, Kuroka had survived for centuries as an SS-Class stray because she was an extraordinarily cautious, peerless master of infiltration.

She knew intimately every dirty secret and structural weakness of the Khaos Brigade. When she had decisively chosen to bind her fate to Finn Balam, she had brought him an absolute treasure trove of intelligence. She belonged to him now. Her mindset might have been fiercely extreme, but to Kuroka, Finn was her ultimate, irreplaceable home. She would ruthlessly slaughter anyone who dared to threaten her sanctuary.

"You may wield a Longinus, nyaa," Kuroka giggled, her golden eyes glowing in the void. "But as a fighter, you are incredibly pathetic."

"....."

Georg desperately clawed at the shadows strangling him. There were a thousand insults he wanted to spit back, but he knew she was right. Compared to the monstrous frontline brawlers like Cao Cao, Heracles, or even Siegfried with his Twice Critical, Georg was no warrior. He was a backline magician. He was the organization's accountant, the logistics manager, the tactical coordinator.

Yet, in the supernatural world, no one dared to look down on him. Why? Because he wielded Dimension Lost, the absolute pinnacle of spatial manipulation and barrier creation. As long as he stayed inside his artificial dimensions, he was practically an untouchable god.

"I know perfectly well I am not your equal in close combat," Georg choked out, his vision swimming. "But do you honestly think a mere stray can kill me in my own domain?!"

Before Kuroka's shadows could snap his neck, Georg's physical body rapidly dissipated. He dissolved into a thick, purple mist, seamlessly teleporting across the artificial dimension and escaping her lethal grip.

What a merciless, terrifying cat! Georg cursed, clutching his bruised throat as he materialized hundreds of feet away.

Kuroka didn't bother responding to his provocation. She simply melted deeper into the shadows, wrapping her body protectively around the massive, pulsing cocoon of dark energy that housed her slumbering mate.

Her mind rapidly calculated the worst-case scenarios.

Normally, armed with Finn's modified Night Reflection, Kuroka was utterly untouchable. She could blend seamlessly into the environment, her presence entirely erased by Senjutsu. But right now? The lingering, suppressive effects of Cao Cao's Itthiratana (Female Treasure) were heavily bottlenecking her magical output.

That bastard Cao Cao is so annoying, nyaa, Kuroka pouted angrily.

Why in the world would Cao Cao specifically design an ability to nullify a woman's power? The vast majority of the supernatural heavy-hitters were men! It was an incredibly niche, frustrating counter.

Fortunately, Kuroka wasn't fighting alone. Connected to the Manager's vast calculation matrix, her brain was flooded with hyper-optimized tactical predictions. The AI-like system warned her of Georg's potential spatial traps—dropping them into the Mariana Trench, teleporting them into the heart of an active volcano, or shifting gravity to crush them.

Yet, if Georg knew what Kuroka was preparing for, he would have cried in sheer frustration. He wasn't thinking of anything that complex. His only goal was to drag Finn into this isolated space and wait for Cao Cao to arrive and execute him.

Come on, Cao Cao! Hurry up and get in here! Georg prayed desperately, sweat dripping down his glasses.

Unfortunately for the magician, Cao Cao was currently fighting a losing battle for his life.

Even with the Seven Treasures, Cao Cao couldn't shake Vali Lucifer. The White Dragon Emperor had activated his Empireo Juggernaut Overdrive, and the moment Vali's silver gauntlets made even the slightest physical contact with Cao Cao's weapon, the absolute curse of Divide took hold. Even from a distance, Vali was relentlessly draining the hero's stamina, magical reserves, and physical strength.

Why didn't Cao Cao just unleash the Truth Idea—the ultimate, suicidal miracle of the True Longinus?

Because the residual Will of the Biblical God residing within the spear actively refused to grant it. The Truth Idea was a sacred mechanism designed to protect humanity. If Cao Cao used it here, the resulting cataclysm would undoubtedly obliterate Issei, Asia, and the rest of Kuoh City. The spear refused to allow such a meaningless, collateral massacre.

The Hero Faction's time was entirely up. Their grand ambition had completely crumbled.

Deep within the void of Dimension Lost, a profound, terrifying shift occurred.

"Are you okay, Kuroka?"

The voice was incredibly calm, smooth, and laced with an oppressive, abyssal weight that caused the very fabric of the dimension to violently tremble.

"Finn!"

Kuroka gasped, spinning around.

The massive, pitch-black cocoon of pure demonic energy was rapidly cracking. Brilliant, terrifying lines of crimson light bled through the fissures.

"Did that four-eyes do anything to you?" Finn asked, the cocoon shattering entirely.

"No, nyaa! Georg is just a cowardly chicken, nyaa~!" Kuroka purred, her feline instincts going absolutely wild as she took in his new form.

While Kuroka was overwhelmed with pure, carnal adoration, Georg felt his entire soul violently seize. The magician dropped to his knees, utterly paralyzed. It felt as though the concept of the world ending had just physically manifested in front of him.

The pressure radiating from Finn was no longer just demonic. It was ancient, infinite, and entirely incomprehensible.

"Y-You... Y-You... You..." Georg stammered, his teeth chattering uncontrollably as he stared at the young man stepping out of the shadows.

"Thanks for waiting," Finn smiled lazily.

He didn't move. He didn't cast a spell. Finn simply reached his hand forward.

Space itself was violently warped. Georg was forcefully yanked across the dimension, instantly materializing directly in front of Finn. The magician couldn't even blink before Finn's hand moved.

"And thanks for the treat."

SQUELCH.

Finn's hand plunged effortlessly through Georg's chest, shattering his ribcage. Georg's eyes rolled back, a wet gasp escaping his lips as his heart stopped instantly. With a sickening pull, Finn ripped his hand back out, completely extracting the glowing, mystical core of the Longinus directly from the magician's dying soul.

Georg collapsed to the floor, a lifeless, bleeding husk.

"Here. For you," Finn said smoothly, tossing the glowing orb of Dimension Lost to the Nekomata.

"Huh? Really, nyaa?" Kuroka caught Longinus's gaze, her golden eyes wide in utter disbelief.

"It's fine. I don't really have a use for it, but with your spatial infiltration skills, it'll be perfect for you," Finn replied, wiping the blood from his hand with a casual flick.

"Thank you, nyaa~!"

Kuroka practically tackled him, wrapping her arms and legs around his waist. She buried her face in his neck, aggressively inhaling his new, intoxicating scent. "When are we finally going to mate, nyaa?" she whispered lewdly, grinding her soft hips against him.

"After this. When the trash is fully taken out," Finn chuckled, patting her lower back. "Take me out of here. Let the world see what they woke up."

"Right away, nyaa~!"

With her newly acquired absolute control over the Longinus, Kuroka snapped her fingers. The artificial void of Dimension Lost shattered like glass, dropping them directly back into the bloody, war-torn courtyard of Kuoh Academy.

As Finn's boots touched the concrete, the heavy, suffocating scent of the abyss flooded the battlefield, forcing every single combatant to freeze in absolute terror.

Deep within Finn's mind, the Manager finally delivered the ultimate confirmation.

[Evolution complete.]

[The individual has successfully transcended biological and conceptual limitations.]

[Race has evolved into: Supreme Chaos Spirit — True Satan.]