Strongest Side-Character System: Please don't steal the spotlight

The two men—shaking, choking on their sobs—collapsed to their knees, hands outstretched in a desperate, grotesque display of remorse. 

Tears carved filthy trails down their cheeks, snot bubbled at the corners of their lips, and their voices cracked like shattered glass as they wailed:

"Please! Please, Vonjo! We didn't mean to—we didn't think it would go this far! We're sorry, we're sorry, we're sorry!" the tall man said. 

"We were ordered, manipulated, coerced! We were just following what they told us to do, we didn't even understand the full scope, we didn't know what you'd suffer, we thought you were just a scapegoat, a sacrifice to cause a minor reaction, not this—this madness, this awakening! It wasn't supposed to end like this!" the round faced guy nodded. 

"Please, please, don't kill us! We're just pawns! We were told to make sure you disappeared, yes, but not like this! We were just trying to avoid punishment from above! Forgive us!" The tall man begged. 

"We're begging you! We were wrong, terribly, shamefully wrong!" the round faced guy added. 

Their howling pleas echoed across the hollow field, pitiful, long, and sharp like a funeral bell rung over a shallow grave.

Vonjo simply stood there, not moving and silent. 

The flickering aura around his body was no longer trembling with rage or panic. 

It was steady, like the last heartbeat before the death sentence of the two. 

He looked down at them, eyes glazed in cruel serenity, and for a moment, it seemed like he hadn't heard a word.

Then, slowly, with the same deliberation as a falling guillotine, his lips parted.

"So... you pieced it together."

His voice was low, almost tender.

"And it was that obvious."

He turned his head, and his gaze swept toward the tall, one-armed man and the round-faced lackey, eyes narrowing into black slits that seemed to cut through bone and marrow.

"So," he said, almost casually, "your job was to dispose of me—not just for convenience, not just for obedience—but so my full-blooded brothers would be… hurt."

The two men nodded weakly, helplessly, their bodies slumped in guilt and terror, but Vonjo… Vonjo simply laughed.

"Haha!"

It began as a small chuckle, bitter and dry, but it swelled quickly—feral, guttural, mad. He threw his head back and howled with laughter that didn't end. 

"HAHAHAHAHA!"

It echoed across the heavens, climbed through the soil, and infected the air like poison. His body shook, his shoulders trembled, and tears welled—not of pain, but of amusement so dark it curdled the soul.

"Are you telling me that they would feel bad if I died!? HAHAHAHA!"

In his mind, memories clawed their way out of their cages.

The words of his brothers—blood of his blood, flesh of his flesh—flashed through his thoughts like razors.

"You're a disgrace. You shouldn't have been born."

He remembered the days when his mother was still allowed to walk beside their father, still allowed to sit at the lowest edge of the family dining table—not out of respect, but only because her children hadn't failed yet. 

If Vonjo hadn't been there—if he hadn't existed—she would have been the perfect wife. 

She would've been the only one and their father wouldn't have taken other wives. 

But Vonjo was there. 

And their noble family had no space for useless blood, and they made that clear every time he entered a room and silence followed, every time his name was spoken with venom or not spoken at all.

He remembered what it felt like.

That sinking, bottomless dread.

That crawling shame.

That silent scream in the chest that never quite left.

The laughter stopped.

Vonjo's eyes opened again, glinting like obsidian in moonlight.

"They wouldn't even be hurt if I died," he said, voice laced with venom and finality. "They'd celebrate. They'd pop their fine wine, raise their golden chalices, and toast to the failure that finally disappeared."

A cold silence fell as he tilted his head, asking himself aloud, "So… what should I do now?"

The men dared not answer.

"Should I take revenge on the House of Sutterfouse myself?" he whispered.

The air trembled. The ground seemed to hum. The round-faced man's teeth clattered in fear.

"W-what? Y-you can go back now, right? You awakened your bloodline ability! They'll accept you! Y-you're one of us now, maybe even stronger!"

Vonjo sneered, eyes lighting up with quiet malice.

"Why would I?" he said softly. "You think I should go crawling back to them? That I should smile and bow, now that I've awakened? No fucking way."

His arms opened wide as if welcoming thunder, and his aura pulsed like a god ascending.

"I've awakened the strongest ability of the Sutterfouse Family. It's called… Endless Doom."

The two men blinked, dumbfounded.

"Endless… what?" the tall one murmured.

Vonjo grinned, teeth bared like a wolf.

"I won't explain it. I don't need to. Just know this—right now, I'm like a blackhole. No one can touch me. No one can hurt me. And no matter what anyone tries, I will be endless."

The moment the words left his lips, the internet exploded.

The bullet comments screamed alive.

[User8484]:HUH?!? "ENDLESS DOOM"?? WTF IS THAT!?

[ReadingWhilePooping]:NO WAY THIS IS CANON LOL. NOTHING IN THE SUTTERFOUSE FAMILY HAD THAT ABILITY

[HanzoMain94]:Bro lying so hard he invented his own bloodline💀

[LoreMasterJoe]:NO. NO NO NO. I've read the Sutterfouse archives ten times. That ability never existed.

[IReadTooMuch]:This isn't even an OP reveal. THIS IS ANOTHER NOVEL INTRUDING LOL.

[PeachMilk]:Wait wait wait wait wait… is he the actual heir? WHAT IS HAPPENING?!?

Meanwhile, Vonjo began to walk away from the two. His back was straight. His hands rested behind him. He didn't spare them another glance. His voice, however, floated behind him—calm, chilling, and thoughtful.

"What should I do to them?" he mused, as if pondering a shopping list. "Should I kill them one by one? No… too quick. Should I expose their secrets? No… too weak. Should I… corrupt their heirs? Seduce their daughters? Humiliate their sons? Burn down their ancestral trees? Poison their name in the halls of nobility?"

He stopped and tapped a finger to his chin, still not looking back.

"Oh! What if I just block every single plan they've made, twist every alliance they seek, betray every friend they think they have? What if I make the great House of Sutterfouse fall from the highest throne… to the lowest gutter? Wouldn't that be fitting?"

He smiled to himself. "Let them feel what it's like to be stepped on. To be laughed at. To be… forgotten."

He noticed it then—out of the corner of his eye.

The two men had stopped moving.

Stone still.

Stiff as corpses.

The bullet comments froze.

[EagleEye99]:Wait… why aren't they moving?

[OHSHITTTTT]:No no no no no… did he just say… bring down the family!?

[CosmicToast]:HE'S GONNA BRING DOWN THE SUTTERFOUSE FAMILY!?!?!?!?!?

[BurnItAllDown]:YESSSSSSSSSSSS!!! A TRUE VILLAIN ARC! FINALLY!!

A thick, suffocating force surged behind him like a typhoon building in silence. 

Vonjo felt the ground quake beneath his feet. 

The sky above darkened just slightly.

Then—the killing intent erupted.

It wasn't rage.

It wasn't hatred.

It was… stillness. Cold, emotionless stillness, like the last breath before an execution. 

The two men behind him stood, eyes dimmed, voices monotone as they whispered, "You mean to tell us… that you awakened the strongest ability of the House of Sutterfouse—our family—and instead of using it to elevate us… to bring us glory…"

The wind around them shivered.

"…you want to drag us down?"

Their curse energy exploded, cascading in waves of pure, hateful intent.

Vonjo stood still, then glanced over his shoulder. His lips curled into a smirk—playful, arrogant, proud.

"Yes."