That Day When Suzuki-kun Wasn't the Mob-B! Chapter 481: The Naivety of a Special Grade (Patreon)

Of course, sorcerers killing humans wasn't exactly unprecedented. Suzuki knew perfectly well that jujutsu society regularly handed out assassination missions to eliminate curse users—rogue sorcerers who used their abilities for murder, syndicates, and purely selfish malice. Killing another human was already part of the job.

But watching Yuki's wide, shell-shocked eyes as she processed the apocalyptic scale of her own ideals, Suzuki had to admit one thing: she was incredibly cute. Or perhaps just hopelessly naive.

She might be a Special Grade, one of the absolute strongest beings on the planet, and a woman who had traveled the globe, but was she truly a good learner? Judging by her track record, Suzuki knew she lacked a certain kind of pragmatic intelligence. It didn't mean she was stupid—her mastery of physics and applied cursed energy was terrifying—but her sheer academic brilliance left her completely blind to the grotesque realities of human nature.

Suzuki, on the other hand, left no blind spots. Before dropping out, he had thoroughly plundered Kyoto University. Using his Manager ability, he hadn't just read the books; he had effortlessly downloaded the entirety of the university's archives directly into his mind. He acquired all of their knowledge—history, economics, sociology, and hard sciences. But more importantly than the raw data, he had absorbed the logic behind it all. That ruthless, calculated framework allowed him to instantly map out the final endpoints of both of Yuki's proposals.

Yes, Yuki was a genuinely good woman. She desperately wanted to save the jujutsu world from its bloody cycle. But good intentions paved the highway to hell.

Whether her plan was to erase all cursed energy or force the entire world to wield it, both methods were logistical nightmares. The first option—erasing cursed energy entirely—seemed the most humane. But as he had just pointed out, if humanity was reduced to absolute zero cursed energy, she couldn't guarantee they wouldn't mutate into eight billion bloodthirsty anomalies like Toji and Maki. The world would devolve into a chaotic war where physical might ruled over all.

As for her second option? Forcing ordinary humans to manipulate their cursed energy so it wouldn't leak? That was an ironically cruel fate. To manipulate cursed energy, a human first had to feel it, which meant their vision would permanently shift to see the horrors lurking in the shadows. If every fragile, mundane salaryman and schoolgirl suddenly had to look at the grotesque, undulating masses of curses clinging to the walls of their subways and offices, how many would lose their minds before they ever learned to fight?

Without a doubt, Suzuki knew his own unspoken method was the best—at least, for himself. If the world went to hell and the curses grew exponentially stronger, he wouldn't be afraid. He would just grow stronger with it. As for the weak? They would either die or fall to their knees and become his loyal henchmen.

And what of the final, most idealistic option? Erasing the supernatural entirely and turning this world into the normal, mundane Earth of his previous life?

Neither he nor Yuki was a god of creation. They couldn't snap their fingers and rewrite the foundational laws of the JJK universe. Well, at least this Suzuki couldn't.

Yet, he might have a chance to do so in the future, as in the other 'Suzukis' scattered across the multiverse, there was Finn over in the High School DxD universe, who had achieved a horrifying, planet-shattering tier of power, capable of plunging the entire world into darkness and cementing himself as one of the top five strongest existences in that reality.

Yet that was still a long way off, and frankly, he felt the world was fine even with the cursed spirits. 

Instead, with the cursed spirits, he felt the world would be peaceful, as no war would happen, considering how all humans would unify and be together to eliminate the threats of the humanity—the cursed spirits. 

Suzuki snapped out of his internal musings, his dark eyes refocusing on Yuki. Even without him saying another word, the heavy silence had done its job. The beautiful Special Grade was staring at her empty plate, the faint flush of the brandy on her cheeks entirely replaced by a pale, sobering realization. All of her life's work, her grand ideals, would inevitably cause a global catastrophe.

If she chose the first method, turning humanity into cursed-energy voids, she risked breeding billions of unstoppable monsters.

She took a long, trembling breath, her chest rising and pressing heavily against the fabric of her shirt, drawing Suzuki's unapologetic gaze. She finally understood. The only viable path was the second: forced evolution. But to achieve that...

"...Do you..." Yuki's voice was uncharacteristically fragile, her intoxicating confidence shattered. "Do you want to tear down the barrier surrounding Japan?"

She had finally connected the dots. The root cause of the localized tragedy in Japan was Tengen's barrier. It acted as a dam, hoarding all the cursed energy and preventing it from diluting across the globe. Some argued that breaking it would deplete their power, but what if Suzuki was right? What if gathering the collective negative emotions of the entire world acted as an infinite battery, making sorcerers akin to gods?

She looked up at him, her beautiful eyes pleading for an honest answer. "Are you going to tear down the barrier?"

Suzuki casually rested his elbow on the armrest, propping his chin on his knuckles. "Not really."

"Really?" Yuki blinked, completely thrown off by his nonchalance.

"Really," Suzuki repeated, waving a dismissive hand. "Whether Tengen's barrier stands or falls, it doesn't matter to me. It won't change a single thing about my life."

"Hmm?"

Seeing her utter confusion, Suzuki offered a faint, arrogant smirk. "Think about it, Yuki. If the barrier is destroyed, what actually happens to me?"

"Er..." She tilted her head, a strand of blonde hair falling across her face.

"Will I lose my power? No. Will I lose my wealth? No. Will I suddenly become ugly?" He chuckled lightly. "Absolutely not. As the patriarch of the strongest clan, I already control over thirty percent of the sorcerers in this entire country. My logistics, my technology, and my capital are absolute. I will remain at the apex regardless of the global situation."

He leaned back, completely relaxed. "If the barrier stays, I continue enjoying my luxurious life with no real opposition. If it breaks, the world burns, and I continue enjoying my luxurious life while ruling the ashes. It's exactly the same."

"..."

Yuki sat in stunned silence. She was completely at a loss for words. His worldview was so overwhelmingly self-centered, yet undeniably, terrifyingly logical. He had ascended to a point where the fate of the world was nothing more than background noise to his personal comfort.

Meanwhile, miles away from the quiet, fragrant Zenin estate, the harsh, buzzing fluorescent lights of a Shibuya CFC cast a sickly yellow glow over the greasy tables.

The air smelled intensely of fried oil, cheap salt, and the mundane sweat of oblivious teenagers and exhausted office workers. No one in the crowded fast-food joint noticed the horrific, grotesque monstrosities occupying a booth in the corner. To the normal human eye, the seats were simply empty.

But seated around the sticky plastic table were three physical manifestations of humanity's deepest fears.

Across from the invisible curses sat a man who looked entirely human, save for the thick, jagged line of fresh stitches running horizontally across his forehead. He casually took a sip of his iced cola, the plastic straw crinkling between his lips as he scrolled through a sleek smartphone.

He set the cup down and smiled, his eyes curving into dark, amused crescents.

"Suzuki Zenin?"