The bullet chat exploded in a storm of comments, their internet names flying in the corner of Vonjo's vision.

GodModeReader: "HOLY SHIT!!! He can turn a sorcerer into a normal human?!!!"

SpoilerAlert69: "Vonjo's officially busted. OP protagonist energy, omg."

WeLoveLorthran: "Bro… imagine this against other clans. Entire families could get deleted."

FirstTimeViewer: "I thought he was bluffing at first, but he legit devoured his brother's powers like it was breakfast."

HeavenlyBeans: "This man is terrifying AND stylish. 10/10 villain energy but he's the MC."

Vonjo's smirk widened at the comments. Their awe was intoxicating, and their fear only made it sweeter.

Suddenly, the guards and attendants of this branch of the House of Sutterfouse came rushing in, their weapons drawn and their auras flaring in protective panic. "Young Master Vance!" one of them shouted. "What did you do to him?!"

Vonjo didn't even glance at them at first, casually cleaning his ear with his little finger as if their shouts were just a breeze through an open window.

"You dare harm him?!" another roared. "If anything happens to Vance, the House of Sutterfouse will come for your head!"

"Hmm?" Vonjo finally tilted his head their way, his voice dripping with casual mockery. "You all think the House of Sutterfouse will listen to… normal humans?"

They froze. "N-Normal… humans?" one whispered, their grip on their weapon faltering.

Vonjo's grin turned wolfish. "You'll understand in a moment."

In a blur, he moved.

The hall erupted into chaos. Guards swung weapons, cursed techniques flared—but one by one, they were stripped of their energy, their movements growing sluggish as Vonjo devoured their power mid-battle.

Their screams turned to shocked gasps as their bodies crumpled to the ground.

Some were left sideways, others upside down, one poor soul with his rear end embarrassingly in the air.

The bullet chat exploded again.

BloodyFangs: "OH MY GOD HE'S STRIPPING THE WHOLE BRANCH. THIS IS MASSACRE LEVEL."

CasualReader: "Not killing them, but worse. Turning them human. SAVAGE."

CantStopLaughing: "LMAO the poses! Upside down guard spotted! Replay pls!!"

Vonjo stretched his shoulders, rolling them with a satisfied sigh, his grin never fading. "Alright. I'm done with this branch of the House of Sutterfouse."

Behind him, the guards and attendants lay in a heap of awkward, humiliating positions.

He turned to Eugene, his tone casual as if they had just finished a stroll. "Let's go, kid."

Eugene stood frozen, his jaw slack, eyes wide with a mix of awe and fear. He remembered Vonjo saying he was "needed here," but he still didn't fully understand why.

Even so, the words caught in his throat.

All he could do was nod dumbly.

Vonjo laughed heartily, throwing his head back. "Hahaha!"

Behind him, a ribbit echoed.

The three-headed frog hopped energetically, jumping after its master, ribbiting in rhythm.

It bounced from the floor to Vonjo's shoulder, where it perched proudly, all three heads blinking in contentment.

Together, they walked out, leaving the shattered hall and its broken pride behind.

The road stretched out before them in eerie silence, the only sounds the distant croak of the three-headed frog and the soft crunch of their footsteps against the dirt.

For a while, neither of them spoke.

The air was heavy, thick with the scent of burned energy and the distant echoes of Vonjo's earlier dominance.

Then, after a long stretch of awkward quiet, Eugene hesitated, his hands fidgeting at his sides.

He opened his mouth, closed it, then finally whispered, "S-Sir Vonjo… are you really going to… teach me Archery? And… Sorcerer Skills?" His voice wavered between hope and fear, like a boy testing his luck with a wild predator.

Vonjo didn't reply immediately. His eyes were half-lidded, his posture relaxed but unreadable.

He let the silence linger long enough for Eugene to squirm under the weight of his presence. Then, with a half-grin, he finally said, "Right… I did promise you that." He paused, his gaze flicking away as if he were actually hesitating. "I-uhhh…"

The bullet comments with their flickering internet names immediately exploded into a chorus of digital jeers.

Arrow4Life: "SCAM ALERT! He's stalling! Don't back out, Vonjo!"

CroakCroakFrog: "He gave your frog an ability! Least he can do is teach you Archery!"

NoHonorVonjo: "Bro you can devour souls but can't honor a simple promise???"

Justice4Eugene: "Teach the kid, coward! Or we riot!"

HahaHeWillTeach: "He's so OP he can't even say no with a straight face."

The flood of mocking commentary went on and on, layering memes, emotes, and sarcastic "boo" chants that scrolled across Vonjo's vision like a stadium of invisible hecklers.

Vonjo sighed, scratching the side of his face with a helpless expression. "I'll… think about it," he said lazily.

Eugene blinked, his lips parting in disbelief. That was not the clear answer he wanted.

The bullet chat immediately went feral.

SaltedViewer: "THINK ABOUT IT??? THIS MAN IS A PROFESSIONAL SCAMMER."

RageQuitSoon: "Eugene about to uninstall life. LMAOOO."

CantStopLaughing: "His poker face is literally 'I don't care about your feelings.'"

FreeTheFrog: "At least the frog got an upgrade. RIP Eugene."

Eugene's shoulders slumped. He was speechless, his mind caught between admiration and exasperation. Vonjo, on the other hand, only looked mildly amused.

He considered things quietly, then finally muttered, "Well… maybe."

The bullet chat erupted again, this time like a stadium after a game-winning shot.

TeamVonjo: "HE SAID MAYBE! HE'S SOFTENING!!"

HeWillTeach: "I BELIEVE! LET'S GO VONJO GANG!"

ForgiveTheScammer: "He's just playing hard to get. Classic protagonist move."

HahaWinning: "Vonjo best boy. Finally gave the kid some crumbs."

Vonjo ignored the digital chaos, walking with the same swagger as if he couldn't hear a thing.

After a few more steps, Eugene spoke up again, this time with caution. "S-Sir Vonjo… is it… okay to leave those people back there like that?" His voice was tinged with guilt, and he glanced over his shoulder as if expecting to see the broken guards crawling after them.

Vonjo's eyes didn't even flicker. "It's more than okay. My family—the House of Sutterfouse—they're rabidly racist toward normal humans. If a descendant loses their fallen curse energy, they become the lowest of the low. Trash. Even if they tried to talk, no one would believe them. They'll be treated like the garbage they always considered others to be."

Eugene flinched. "Th-That's… harsh."

Vonjo shrugged, his voice casual but laced with quiet malice. "Harsh is mercy in that house. And frankly, I don't care. They made their choices."

Eugene hesitated, then asked politely, "But… what if they eventually find out you're strong now?"

Vonjo smirked, tapping his temple. "They won't. I can alter the surrounding curse energy to make it seem like I don't even have a face. Anyone who tries to perceive me will see… nothing. A blank. To them, I'll be a ghost."

Eugene's eyes widened. "You… can do that, sir?!" He whispered, awe-struck. "Only Teacher Lorthran could do something like that…"

The bullet chat exploded again.

HolyShitVonjo: "ANOTHER HIDDEN ABILITY???"

LightningVsDoom: "Teacher Lorthran finally has a worthy opponent!!"

GhostVonjo: "Face-hiding OP. Stealth king unlocked!"

HeBetterFight: "Lorthran vs Vonjo WHEN???"

Vonjo chuckled at their reactions, but his expression shifted slightly when he caught Lorthran's name in the scrolling barrage of comments. His voice was sharp with sudden interest. "So… tell me, Eugene. Is that guy, Lorthran, actually strong?"

Eugene nodded eagerly. "Y-Yes! But he rarely appears because he's an Outside Realm Sorcerer. He hunts hell demons in the wastelands outside. Only top-tier sorcerers can even survive out there."

Vonjo hummed, feigning curiosity despite already knowing from the novel. "So I won't get to smoke him anytime soon, huh?"

As they walked, the world around them grew quieter. Eugene's excitement began to bubble over. "S-Sir Vonjo, you don't understand! Teacher Lorthran has been looking for a worthy opponent for years! If he finds someone who can truly challenge him—or maybe even defeat him—he'll… he'll… he'll teach them everything! His swordsmanship, his lightning techniques… everything!"

Eugene's eyes sparkled with childish excitement, his imagination running wild. "If you fought Teacher Lorthran and gave him a real fight… he'd definitely take me more seriously! I could learn swordsmanship from him and Archery from you! That's like… one stone and four birds!"

The bullet chat went nuclear.

LorthranFans: "BLASPHEMY! HE CAN'T BEAT THE LIGHTNING EMPEROR!"

VonjoCult: "Cope harder. Our boy devours souls and nukes branches. Your guy just zaps stuff."

VersusSoon: "SET UP THE FIGHT. WE'RE READY FOR VONJO VS LORT."

HaterEnergy: "I hate to admit it… but if Vonjo could do it. He's insane."

GlazerWar: "Lorthran glazers vs Vonjo glazers, WHO YA GOT???"

Vonjo only smirked at the chaos, but inside, a familiar spark of competitive irritation flared. Even now, these invisible spectators dared to compare him to someone else.

"You're thinking too much, kid. I did say I'd teach you something about archery, but it would be limited," Vonjo finally said, his voice returning to that casual, commanding tone. "Let's drive to your father. We'll separate soon after that."

Eugene was speechless but nodded quickly, and the three-headed frog gave a proud triple ribbit as if to signal the start of their next journey.