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

”W-Wh-Wha-What is that?!”

Issei Hyoudou collapsed backward onto the blood-soaked concrete, his voice cracking in absolute terror. He wasn’t the only one completely paralyzed by the sight. No matter who stood on the Kuoh Academy grounds—Devil, Angel, or human—they could only stare up in stunned, silent horror.

The night sky had been entirely blotted out.

From the billowing smoke and holy lightning, thirteen colossal nightmares had torn their way into reality, casting massive, suffocating shadows over the entire school. The sheer physical weight of their footfalls caused the earth to violently quake, sending sharp tremors up the legs of everyone present. The crisp night air was instantly polluted by the foul, sulfurous stench of demonic beasts mixed with the sharp, metallic tang of ozone.

Even the high-ranking faction leaders watching from inside the safety of the crimson barrier were deeply unsettled.

Why would the elite Hero Faction grow so incredibly desperate? With their legendary powers, they could easily live like kings in the human world, indulging in every luxury imaginable. Why burn their own life force to assassinate Finn right here, right now? This was especially true for Leonardo, the youngest of their ranks, who was currently bleeding from his eyes to sustain this horrific summoning.

Azazel, however, understood exactly how troublesome this specific Longinus was.

”The Annihilation Maker,” Azazel muttered, the glowing ash of his cigarette falling to the floor.

As the foremost researcher of Sacred Gears, the Governor of the Grigori intimately knew the terrifying mechanics of this Longinus. It possessed the absolute, logic-defying ability to physically manifest any monster the user could imagine. Naturally, if it were just a standard giant beast, Azazel wouldn’t be sweating.

But these were ”Anti-Monsters.”

The Annihilation Maker allowed the user to design creatures specifically tailored to exploit an opponent’s fundamental weaknesses. Whether the target was a Devil, an Angel, or even a Heavenly Dragon, the Longinus could theoretically spawn a God-Slaying abomination highly resistant to its prey’s magic.

Yet, no matter how overpowered a Longinus was, its output was strictly bottlenecked by the user’s potential. If Azazel himself wielded Issei’s Boosted Gear, he would undoubtedly be an apocalyptic threat. But in the hands of a clueless, breast-obsessed teenager? It was a laughable waste.

This, however, was entirely different.

Balance Breaker.

It was the ultimate, transcendent state a Sacred Gear user could achieve. Sacred Gears were originally forged using the souls and essences of powerful, mythological creatures. When a user fully synchronized with that dormant soul, tapping into its absolute peak potential, the artifact evolved into its most terrifying form.

Azazel had lived for millennia. He had witnessed previous wielders of the Annihilation Maker. None of them were even a fraction as powerful as this young boy, Leonardo.

”Twelve Bandersnatch... and one Jabberwocky,” Azazel breathed out, his eyes narrowing at the sheer scale of the threat.

Towering at a staggering 150 meters each, the twelve Great Demonic Beasts known as Bandersnatch possessed the sickening ability to spawn endless, smaller copies of themselves. Standing behind them, eclipsing the very clouds at over 200 meters tall, was the Jabberwocky—a Super Demonic Beast capable of birthing hundreds of lethal horrors a minute.

Is a Longinus really supposed to be this strong? Azazel wondered, his mind racing.

The system managing the Sacred Gears had been steadily degrading ever since the Biblical God perished. Michael tried his best to maintain it, but devastating bugs in the system were becoming common. Asia’s Twilight Healing could miraculously heal Devils without burning their flesh with holy light—a blatant system error. And now, this wildly overpowered Annihilation Maker was breaking the rules of reality.

Seriously... why did You have to leave such a messy, buggy system behind? Azazel cursed the dead God in his mind. Why create Sacred Gears in the first place? Wouldn’t it have been better to just leave humans completely powerless?

More importantly, Azazel knew the gruesome cost of this power. To forcefully summon thirteen colossal Anti-Monsters, Leonardo had to be cannibalizing his own soul and lifespan. The boy would be lucky to survive the night. Was stopping Finn really worth throwing away his life?

To the Hero Faction, the answer was an absolute yes. Finn Balam was an anomaly that threatened to consume the world.

Yeah, pure-blooded Devils are basically cheaters, Azazel thought grimly.

Not only could they reproduce biologically, but every few generations, they birthed absolute, logic-defying mutants like Sirzechs Lucifer and Ajuka Beelzebub.

If Azazel had to evaluate Finn, he realized the young Balam heir was far more dangerous than either of them. If Ajuka was the ’Einstein’ of the Underworld—an unmatched genius in magical theory and science—then Finn was ’Napoleon’. He possessed a terrifyingly brilliant, tactical mind for politics, business, and absolute conquest.

As for Sirzechs? Sirzechs was just incredibly lucky to have been born as a walking nuclear warhead.

But what exactly was Finn’s endgame? Azazel stared at the writhing, pitch-black shadows where the Nekomata, Kuroka, was fiercely guarding Finn’s dormant body. Vali Lucifer—the man whose singular goal was usually fighting strong opponents—was actively putting his life on the line to defend Finn’s cocoon alongside Arthur and Bikou.

What the hell is actually happening inside that shadow? Azazel sweated.

”Should we step in, Azazel?” Sirzechs finally asked, his voice calm but layered with a heavy, oppressive aura as the thirteen giants roared, shaking the foundations of Kuoh Academy.

Sirzechs knew the situation was rapidly spiraling out of control. The colossal beasts were preparing to raze the entire city to ash.

But before Azazel could formulate an answer, the atmosphere violently shifted.

A deafening, ear-splitting crack of thunder ripped through the sky. The heavy, suffocating scent of ozone completely swallowed the stench of the monsters.

Akeno Himejima stepped forward, placing herself directly between the towering behemoths and Finn’s resting place.

The sheer, overwhelming volume of static electricity radiating from her body caused the fabric of her shrine maiden outfit to completely cling to her skin. The thin material hugged the lush, generous swell of her heavy breasts and the wide, incredibly sensual flare of her hips, making her look both terrifyingly divine and sinfully lewd.

Her skin was flushed a deep, beautiful pink. A thick, intoxicating scent of sweet vanilla sweat mixed with the crackling lightning. She raised her hands to the sky, a deeply sadistic, utterly euphoric smile stretching across her glossy lips. Her violet eyes burned with absolute, unhinged devotion. She was completely ready to eradicate anything that dared to disturb her sleeping master.

In that breathtaking, electrifying moment, as the golden lightning illuminated her voluptuous, swaying curves, the world was forced to witness the glorious, terrifying birth of the new generation’s Strongest Queen.