That Day When Suzuki-kun Wasn't the Mob-B! Chapter 486: The Speed of a God (Patreon)

"JOGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"

Dagon's shrill, echoing scream tore through the serene illusion of the tropical beach. The floating, squid-like curse stared in horror at Jogo's limp, ruined body.

Yes, there was a suffocating fear gripping Dagon's heart, but more importantly, there was a sudden, violent eruption of absolute rage. For cursed spirits born from the earth's disasters, gaining rationality and a sense of self was incredibly rare. Because of that, they treasured their small family deeply. Seeing Jogo—their strongest—slaughtered so effortlessly sent Dagon into a blinding frenzy.

"What are you screaming for?"

Suzuki's voice was deadpan. Facing the tiny, floating octopus, he didn't even bother drawing a weapon. He just casually swung his leg in a loose, lazy kick.

Of course, a "lazy" kick from Suzuki was still powered by the force of Mach 1.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

The sonic boom displaced the ocean beneath them. The sheer air pressure slammed into Dagon, blowing the tiny curse backward like a cannonball. It skipped violently across the boiling seawater, crashing into the artificial beach and digging a massive trench through the white sand before tumbling to a halt near Jogo's lifeless form.

"You want to slaughter all of humanity," Suzuki sighed helplessly, walking slowly across the surface of the water, "but the second someone tries to kill you, you throw a tantrum. You curses are too unreasonable."

Yet Dagon wasn't finished.

As it looked down at Jogo's shattered skull, the cute, floating octopus began to mutate. Flesh tore and expanded, muscles bulging and bones snapping into place as it transformed into a towering, hulking aquatic demon. Its massive, muscular frame cast a dark shadow over the beach, and its eyes burned with a mixture of grief and bloodthirsty hatred.

"I WILL KILL YOU!"

The ocean instantly turned hostile. The water violently spiraled, forming a massive, crushing vortex attempting to suck Suzuki into the depths. A towering tsunami blotted out the artificial sun, threatening to swallow the entire world.

Dagon roared, slamming its massive, webbed fists together. "Death Swarm!"

Previously, the curse had been timid, unlikely to ever show such a brutal, warrior-like nature. But it knew that if this human wasn't killed right here, right now, their dream of a world ruled by curses would turn to ash.

Along with the roar of the tsunami, the water turned black. An endless swarm of grotesque, carnivorous fish erupted from the waves. Thousands of jagged teeth and glowing eyes launched toward Suzuki, completely surrounding him in a dome of certain death.

Yet, Suzuki simply vanished.

"?!" Dagon's eyes darted frantically, the heavy scent of saltwater clinging to the humid air.

"Does having a domain make you think you've suddenly become a god?" Suzuki's calm voice echoed from everywhere and nowhere at once.

Domain Expansion. It was the absolute pinnacle of jujutsu sorcery. A barrier technique that forcefully manifested the user's innate mental landscape into reality.

It was powerful for three reasons. First, the environment boosted the user's stats—Dagon being a sea curse meant the endless ocean made it exponentially stronger. Second, it trapped the opponent in a separate dimension. Third, and most importantly, the domain granted a "sure-hit" effect. Any attack launched within this space would automatically track and strike the target without fail. You couldn't dodge. You could only endure.

But for Suzuki?

Even if the attack was guaranteed to hit, what did it matter if the attack itself was simply too slow? If a bullet is guaranteed to hit a target, but the target moves faster than the bullet can travel, the concept of a "sure-hit" becomes completely meaningless.

Against a speed that shattered the laws of physics, a domain was just a fancy cage.

Suzuki materialized directly in front of the hulking sea demon. His arm pulled back, his hand flattening into a razor-sharp spearhand aimed perfectly at Dagon's core. He planned to rip the curse's heart out and end the fight instantly.

But suddenly—

"Coffin of the Iron Mountain!"

A raspy, blood-choked roar shook the dimension.

The blue ocean violently boiled away into steam. The white sand turned black and cracked open, revealing rivers of glowing, golden magma. The tropical island was instantaneously overwritten by the suffocating walls of a massive, active volcano.

Dagon, who had been away from having its chest caved in, was suddenly enveloped by the volcanic rock and forcefully expelled from the domain entirely.

"Live, Dagon," a voice whispered as the sea curse vanished.

"JOGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Dagon's scream faded as it was thrown back into the ruined streets of Shibuya.

Inside the domain, the heat was a literal hell.

"Hmm... It's hotter than I expected," Suzuki murmured, looking around.

The air was so thick with sulfur and ash that it was nearly unbreathable. The heat was high enough to instantly ignite human flesh. Yet Suzuki stood calmly on a floating obsidian rock, completely unfazed.

"Hmph! Stop pretending!"

Jogo stood at the center of the volcano. Its skull was still a ruined, shattered mess from Suzuki's previous attack, leaking purple blood that hissed and turned to steam the moment it touched the molten rock. The fire curse was furious, but an undeniable undercurrent of despair weighed heavily in its single eye.

How was this human so calm?!

Just existing inside the Coffin of the Iron Mountain was supposed to be a death sentence. The heat alone would instantly reduce an elite sorcerer to a pile of white ash. Yet, Suzuki didn't even have a bead of sweat on his forehead.

To Suzuki, it made perfect sense. His immense cursed energy acted as an impenetrable shield. Compared to the world-ending flames of Natsu Dragneel stored in his other selves in the world of Fairy Tail, Jogo's magma felt like sitting next to a cozy campfire.

Still, Suzuki was mildly impressed. "So, how did you do it? Your head was destroyed."

"Have you ever heard of a Binding Vow?" Jogo asked, its raspy voice vibrating with malice.

"Ah." Suzuki raised an eyebrow. "Let me guess. You traded away your ability to ever use Domain Expansion again, and in exchange, you gained a massive, one-time power boost just to overwrite Dagon's domain and trap me here?"

"Yeah." Jogo nodded, the magma around them surging higher, reaching the temperature of the Earth's core. "What do you think of your grave, human?"

By permanently sacrificing its ultimate technique, Jogo had pushed this domain beyond its absolute limits. The heat was so intense that if someone like Naobito or Naoya Zenin were trapped inside, their blood would boil and their fat would melt into liquid before they even realized they were dying. With this vow, Jogo could have incinerated Gojo himself if the Six Eyes user hadn't had Infinity.

"So," Suzuki asked, casually brushing a stray piece of ash off his shoulder, "if you're this powerful, why haven't you won yet?"

"What?" Jogo blinked, its single eye widening.

"The moment before you even fully opened this domain," Suzuki yawned, looking incredibly bored, "I already made my move. You're just too slow to realize it."

Crack.

A massive fissure suddenly spider-webbed across the blazing sky of the domain.

Jogo looked down at its own body. A perfectly straight, razor-thin line of blood suddenly appeared horizontally across its torso.

Because before the volcano had even fully manifested, Suzuki had already drawn his katana, swung it at Mach 5, cleanly sliced Jogo completely in half, and sheathed the blade. The cut was so fast, and the blade so sharp, that Jogo's nervous system hadn't even registered the death blow.

Suzuki had just let the curse finish its dramatic monologue out of pure pity.

The illusion shattered. The blazing volcano cracked like fragile glass, breaking apart into millions of fragments as the domain completely collapsed, revealing the destroyed, burning streets of Shibuya once more.

Jogo didn't even have the breath to scream. Its upper body slid off its waist, dissolving into black ash before it even hit the molten pavement.

"Suzuki!"

Maki's voice cut through the thick smoke. She sprinted through the rubble, completely ignoring the blistering, lingering heat radiating from the shattered domain.

She slammed into him, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and burying her face into his chest. An overwhelming sense of relief washed over her usually stern features.

"You okay?" Suzuki chuckled, wrapping a strong arm around her waist and pulling her body flush against his. "I killed the curse before the domain even fully formed, but the heat was pretty intense since I let it monologue for a bit."

"...I'm just glad you're okay," Maki breathed out, her chest heaving heavily against him.

The residual heat from Jogo's domain was still baking the air. Sweating profusely, Maki's dark, athletic clothes clung tightly to her skin. The thin fabric turned slightly translucent, highlighting the generous, soft curves of her heavy breasts and the firm, toned lines of her stomach. The sweet, musky scent of her sweat makes her rugged beauty incredibly intoxicating.

Suzuki's hand naturally drifted lower, resting comfortably on the curve of her hip. "Did you run into any of the other cursed spirits while I was in there?"

"No," Maki murmured, pulling back slightly but keeping her hands resting on his chest. She bowed her head, looking slightly frustrated. "I'm sorry. I had my weapon ready, but the octopus curse completely vanished."

"Well, don't worry about it." Suzuki smiled softly, gently brushing a damp strand of green hair behind her ear. He interlaced his fingers with hers, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. "We can hunt it down later. For now, let's just continue our date."

Maki stared at him, utterly speechless. Half of Shibuya was a burning crater, the sky was filled with smoke, and the strongest disaster curses had just fled for their lives.

And he wanted to continue their date.

A soft, helpless laugh escaped her lips. Her cheeks flushed an alluring red as she tightened her grip on his hand. "Okay. Lead the way."