That Day When Suzuki-kun Wasn't the Mob-B!

”...What in the world is this?”

Azazel was completely at a loss. No one answered him. Inside the shimmering, crimson safety of the barrier Finn had erected in the center of the Kuoh Academy courtyard, the faction leaders and the girls could only stare in absolute, paralyzed daze.

They were watching Finn devolve into a flawless, merciless machine of death.

Under the cold, absolute control of the Manager skill, Finn had shed every ounce of his lazy humanity. His sole, overriding purpose was the utter eradication of the enemies before him.

Tens of thousands.

That was the staggering number of Khaos Brigade members who had ambushed this peace summit. They had marched onto the school grounds with one arrogant, brutal intention: to permanently shatter the peace between Devils, Angels, and Fallen Angels. They had fantasized about breaking the smug faces of the Maous. They had planned to strip their beautiful women, taking their wealth, and reveling in their desperate screams of mercy.

The result?

An apocalyptic, one-sided carnage.

Finn slaughtered everyone in his path with terrifying efficiency. He killed hundreds with a single step. The terrorists didn’t even have the luxury of screaming. Before they could blink, their bodies violently exploded into a literal, thick mist of blood, erasing them from the world.

The heavy, metallic stench of fresh blood completely overwhelmed the crisp night air, coating the outside of the barrier in a slick, crimson fog.

Inside the barrier, the sheer, overwhelming display of absolute, dominant power had a profound effect on the women. Akeno’s breathing grew ragged and shallow, a deep, beautiful flush spreading across her cheeks. She crossed her legs, her thighs pressing tightly together as a heavy, thrilling heat pooled at her core. Beside her, Ravel clutched the fabric of her dress, her generous chest heaving with every breath, completely mesmerized by the primal, godlike violence her fiancé was unleashing.

For the Khaos Brigade, their arrogant anticipation had instantly warped into a waking hell.

”RUNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!”

The remaining terrorists completely abandoned their grand ambitions. They scrambled over each other, desperately trying to flee into the woods or cast teleportation magic. But their hands were shaking so violently, and their minds were so fractured by the sheer terror of the invisible, untraceable monster hunting them, that their magic circles fizzled and collapsed.

Fortunately for Finn, the concentration of living beings in the immediate vicinity was still incredibly dense.

”Monster Magnet.”

A single, cold command echoed from the empty air, instantly turning the terrorists’ desperate hopes into inescapable despair.

”W-What’s happening?!”

”Let go! Let go of me! I don’t want to die!”

”WHAT’S HAPPENING?!”

No matter how fiercely they struggled, it was utterly meaningless. A terrifying, invisible force violently gripped every single member of the Khaos Brigade. Screaming and flailing, they were yanked off the ground, pulled upward into the night sky by an inescapable gravitational singularity.

They slammed into one another in midair, violently forced together into a massive, writhing ball of living flesh. They were crushed, drowned in bodies, and suffocated beneath the sheer weight of thousands of panicked terrorists. Those with weaker physiques had their ribs and limbs instantly shattered as the horrific pressure compacted them tighter and tighter.

Crack! SNAP! Crunch!

”NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

”Stop this! Please, stop this!”

”ARGGGGHH, I DON’T WANT TO DIE!”

Their agonizing pleas fell on deaf ears. As long as the Manager had registered them as hostiles, they were violently sucked into the horrific, floating sphere of humanity. As the numbers grew into the thousands, the magnetic pull became exponentially stronger, compressing the screaming mass until blood rained down upon the school courtyard like a gruesome monsoon.

How was Finn accomplishing this?

It was the Unknown Dictator—the Sacred Gear he had acquired during his brutal fight in Hong Kong, which he rarely ever utilized. He had to admit, it was vastly stronger than he originally hypothesized. While it started as a standard Sacred Gear, it possessed the terrifying potential to reach Longinus-tier. This was especially true in a modern world where the God of the Bible had perished, leaving the Sacred Gear system completely unguarded and highly susceptible to the Unknown Dictator’s absolute rule over technology, metal, and magnetism.

With the Manager flawlessly calculating the physics, Finn had realized the ultimate truth of biology: human and supernatural blood contained iron.

He had activated a technique called ”Magnet World.” By targeting the iron in their very veins, he turned every living hostile into a powerful magnet, forcing them to violently attract one another. Unless they possessed god-tier physical strength to break the magnetic lock, escape was literally impossible. They were doomed to be crushed to death by the sheer weight of their own comrades.

But the nightmare wasn’t over.

As the colossal, screaming sphere of flesh hovered high above Kuoh Academy, the Manager shifted its focus, utilizing the Unknown Dictator once more.

Every scrap of metal, iron sand, discarded swords, and ruined armor in the vicinity was violently pulled through the air. The survivors inside the barrier watched in absolute horror as the swirling vortex of metal coalesced around a single point in the sky.

Finn finally emerged from his invisible state, floating effortlessly in the air.

His Demonic Energy spiked to an astronomical, suffocating level. The ambient heat radiating from his body was so intense that it caused the girls inside the barrier to sweat, their clothes clinging desperately to their lush curves.

”W-What is that?” Azazel choked out.

The swirling metal had rapidly assembled around Finn’s right arm, forming a massive, incredibly thick, cyberpunk-style cylindrical cannon barrel. The intricate mechanical design hummed violently as pure, concentrated Demonic Energy pooled at its core, emitting a blinding, dangerous flash of light that turned the night sky bright purple.

Finn aimed the colossal weapon directly at the massive, writhing ball of terrorists hovering before him.

Taking a deep breath, he roared the name of his ultimate attack for the entire world to hear.

”ORGASMATRON!”

”...?!”

Down in the barrier, Akeno, Ravel, Rias, Xenovia, and Asia completely froze. Despite the apocalyptic horror unfolding above them, every single girl instantly flushed a brilliant, burning shade of crimson, completely flabbergasted by the sheer, unapologetic obscenity of the attack’s name.

Before anyone could process the embarrassment, the cannon fired.

A focused, blinding stream of pure electromagnetic light erupted from the barrel.

RUMBLEEEEE!!!

A deafening, high-energy crackle shattered the sound barrier, instantly vaporizing the sphere of flesh and turning the night sky into a canvas of absolute, blinding destruction.