Kuroka's naked, sweat-slicked body twitched uncontrollably against the soft silk sheets of Finn's bed. Her breathing was heavy and ragged, a soft, blissed-out purr escaping her lips as her lush, slightly swollen curves trembled. Finn had not hesitated to pour absolutely everything into her, claiming his prize after the battle.
Naturally, the Nekomata wasn't alone. Sprawled comfortably around her in the massive bed were Xenovia, Ravel, Asia, and Akeno, their flushed, gorgeous bodies tangled together in a deep, exhausted slumber.
Currently, even the five of them combined didn't possess the sheer stamina to defeat him in the bedroom. It was to be expected. Frankly, Finn could have kept going for hours if he truly wanted to; he wasn't just a lewd beast, he was a physically transcendent True Satan. He would be lying if he said he didn't want more.
Yet, if he pushed them any further, he would have physically broken them. They simply weren't strong enough to handle his newly evolved biology at full capacity. For now, it was time for him to relax, let the adrenaline completely fade, and thoughtfully plan out his future.
"I don't really need this anymore."
Finn sat at the edge of the bed, rolling the crimson King Piece between his fingers. This Evil Piece had been incredibly useful when he was still weak, acting as a crucial foundation for his power. But now that his evolution had forcefully shattered his biological limits, the tiny chess piece was entirely obsolete.
The King Piece had a hard limit: it was impossible for it to boost a user's Demonic Energy past the Ultimate Class. Once a Devil breached that ceiling and touched the Satan Class, the piece essentially became useless.
Finn had absolutely no intention of returning it to Zekram Bael. Instead, he planned to use its properties to artificially boost the strength of his women. He knew they desperately needed to grow stronger. As he continued to climb to the absolute apex of the supernatural world, he would inevitably attract terrifying enemies. While he was more than capable of protecting them, having them stand as unshakeable powerhouses in their own right would make his life infinitely easier.
As for having them evolve exactly like he did?
Finn wasn't that cruel. He knew precisely what it took to trigger a True Satan evolution: the ruthless, unblinking slaughter of ten thousand living souls. It was a staggering weight of sin that would completely break a normal person's mind. Finn was cruel; he accepted that dark reality about himself entirely. If he wasn't ruthless, he would have been swallowed whole by the unforgiving cruelty of this world.
If the world was cruel to him, why should he hesitate to be a monster in return?
The universe was infested with arrogant, shitty creatures trying to monopolize the best things in life. Instead of letting those fools rule, Finn had simply decided to slaughter them and take the absolute peak for himself. It was a far more beneficial arrangement. But he would bear that bloody karma alone; he wouldn't force his women to dirty their hands to that extreme.
"But for now... I can finally take it easy."
With the Khaos Brigade vanguard completely eradicated and the Hero Faction neutered, Finn felt that the major existential threats of this world were comfortably within his sphere of control.
Great Red? The apocalyptic dragon was content to literally swim in circles forever. Finding him was a chore anyway.
Ophis? The emotionless Ouroboros Dragon wouldn't even dream of fighting him. Her singular, narrow-minded goal was simply to reclaim the absolute silence of the Dimensional Gap from Great Red.
The Khaos Brigade was a pathetic organization formed by greedy terrorists trying to weaponize Ophis's infinite energy for their own selfish goals. It genuinely made Finn sigh. How did the absolute strongest being in the universe allow herself to be reduced to a glorified AAA battery for the villains of this world?
"I don't think they'll come looking for me," Finn murmured, tossing the King Piece onto the nightstand.
After all, with the horrific power he had just displayed, it would be astronomically stupid for Ophis or Great Red to actively provoke him. Furthermore, their goals didn't conflict in the slightest. The dragons just wanted their empty void, and Finn just wanted an incredibly wealthy, peaceful, and relaxed life. Achieving absolute peace of mind was the entire reason he had sought this evolution in the first place.
"So, what's next on the agenda?"
If Finn had to plot his long-term trajectory, his next goal was to trigger an even higher evolution. To do that, he would eventually need to set his sights on the ExE Universe.
It was a brutally pragmatic thought. After he eventually dealt with the apocalyptic Beast of 666, Trihexa, the next logical step was to harvest the evil, mechanical gods of the ExE dimension. The gateway to that universe was destined to be forced open by the final antagonist of this world's original plot: Rizevim Livan Lucifer, the biological son of the original Lucifer.
Finn had to admit, Rizevim was an absolute piece of shit. He was a spoiled, psychotic man-child who had inherited ultimate power, absolute authority, and limitless wealth without lifting a single finger. Because Rizevim was utterly bored with his unearned omnipotence, he spent his time causing horrific chaos, practically begging for someone to punish him. Since no one in the Underworld had the guts to execute Lucifer's son, Rizevim's boredom eventually led him to open the dimensional gates, triggering the next cosmic crisis.
"Let's not interrupt him just yet."
While Rizevim was undeniably scum, Finn recognized that the psychotic Devil was incredibly useful. Rizevim was the ultimate trouble magnet. Finn had no desire to play the exhausted, overworked hero running around fixing the world's problems. Instead, he would simply let arrogant fools like Rizevim gather all the cosmic threats into one convenient location, let them brutally exhaust each other, and then Finn would casually step in to harvest the spoils.
In the meantime, Finn could just sit in his backyard, tend to his plants, fish, and enjoy his newly secured empire.
Yup. His peaceful life had truly begun!
"But... what should I do with this?"
Finn raised his left hand. Resting in his palm was the glowing, violently humming core of the True Longinus—the absolute Will of the Biblical God that he had violently ripped from Cao Cao's chest.
[Notice. Does the host wish to devour the absolute conceptual authority?]
Unexpectedly, the cold voice of the Manager echoed directly in his mind.
Devour it? Is that actually possible? Finn wondered. He was a True Satan now. The sheer holy density of the Will of God should logically act as a lethal poison to his demonic biology.
[Affirmative. It is entirely possible for the host. Similar to how the original Lucifer possessed the absolute authority to manipulate Holy Light despite falling to the Underworld, the host's 'Etymologist' and 'Adaptation' skills can seamlessly assimilate the light and holiness of the Biblical God. This will significantly elevate the host's overall conceptual power.]
"If I devour it, what exact kind of power will I unlock?" Finn asked, genuinely curious.
Before the Manager could calculate the precise evolutionary paths, Finn waved his hand.
"Wait, never mind. Don't answer that. Let it be a surprise."
Finn firmly believed that life needed a little mystery. Every living creature possessed a latent, randomized percentage of evolutionary potential. Usually, due to a lack of resources or luck, people never unlocked it. But Finn had both the resources and the absolute cheat code to force the mutation. Why spoil the fun of discovering what he would become?
Just as he was preparing to absorb the blinding sphere of holy light into his chest—
Ding Dong!
"...."
Finn paused, staring blankly toward the front of the shrine. He silently materialized his dark, aristocratic casual clothes over his flawless physique. He cast a fond, lingering glance at his deeply sleeping harem before slipping quietly out of the bedroom, making his way to the shrine's entrance.
When he slid the heavy wooden doors open, he was met with a sight that made him raise a single, lazy eyebrow.
"Finn Balam-sama! We have arrived exactly as we promised! Are you ready to eat our Shimaidon?"
Serafall Leviathan stood on his porch. She wasn't wearing her usual, over-the-top magical girl cosplay. Instead, she was dressed in a remarkably elegant, incredibly revealing silk dress that perfectly accentuated her massive bust and mature curves. Her expression was obedient and shockingly docile, yet it exuded a suffocating, intoxicatingly lewd aura of a mature woman fully prepared to be devoured.
Standing stiffly right beside her was her younger sister, Sona Sitri.
Sona's face was completely flushed, entirely red from her collarbone to the tips of her ears. She looked like she wanted the earth to violently open up and swallow her whole after hearing her older sister brazenly offer them up as a Shimaidon—a vulgar, slang term for a 'sisters-bowl' threesome.
Yet, despite her absolute embarrassment, Sona didn't scold Serafall. More importantly... she hadn't run away. She simply stood there, nervously adjusting her glasses, waiting for his command.
"....."
Finn stood in the doorway, staring at the two beautiful, high-ranking Devil sisters offering themselves on a silver platter. He scratched the back of his neck, seriously wondering where the direction of his 'peaceful, relaxing life' was going.