I Am The Heroine's Father: The Cannon Fodder's Ascent-Chapter 54: We should all bully the weak

Velmire's mouth twitched, his pupils dilating.

The moment he snapped into that freshly stitched body, it was like being slammed into a brick wall made of raw, blinding pain. His nerves—hastily strung together like cheap, tangled wires—lit up all at once.

Every inch of him felt electrocuted, flayed alive, and set on fire simultaneously. His spine screamed like it was being sawed down the middle. His arms, his legs—they didn't even feel like they belonged to him. It was as if someone was driving nails through them just to test if they'd twitch.

Inside, his organs spasmed and convulsed, like they were being jabbed from every angle. His lungs didn't breathe—they scorched. Every breath was like dragging in a lungful of smoke laced with ice.

His stomach churned like it was trying to digest broken glass, and his heart slammed against his ribs, beating so fast and hard it felt like it was trying to break out of his chest in sheer panic.

And his skin, it didn't fit right. It felt like it had been peeled off someone else and hastily stapled onto him.

Every inch stung, itched, and pulsed like it wanted to crawl off his bones. Even the air brushing against him felt like sandpaper scraping over open wounds.

The moment he tried to move, it was like barbed wire coiled around every muscle, ripping into him with each tiny shift.

The worst part?

He was aware of it all. Every second. There was no blackout, no moment of mercy—just the clarity of being trapped in a malfunctioning sack of flesh, as his brain soaked in every ounce of agony, stretching each second into eternity.

Johan grinned like a demon, enjoying every second of the grueling pain Velmire felt, but Melodis suddenly retorted:

"I know you had an anaesthetic healing spell..."

Johan completely ignored Melodis. He deserved some revenge at least. Velmire did hurt his feelings.

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Velmire panted hard, crouching like he was touching the ground, but it just looked weird as they were still floating.

Johan passed him a handkerchief, which Velmire instantly used to clean all the sweat gathering on his face.

"Melodis..." Johan said in a pleading tone, which Melodis instantly understood and exited Johan's body elegantly.

He slowly grew in size, transforming into a 10-meter intimidating eagle.

Johan placed Velmire's arm on his shoulder, flying him on top of Melodis's back.

Both sat down comfortably, Johan extending one leg forward while curling the other knee close to his chest, placing his arm over it, while Velmire sat in the lotus position, both staring at each other like a newlywed arranged marriage couple on their first night.

"So, what... are your requests?" Velmire asked hesitantly. He remembered Johan said he would not hurt anyone he loves, but he still felt a strange sense of unease. In an indirect way, this also meant that he would hurt someone he didn't know—and could even make Velmire himself hurt them.

Johan's lips curled up in the most evil grin a man could give, revealing his teeth and tongue, "I only thought of one right now—give me a perfect copy of all your personal notes on magic and Aether."

Velmire's lips trembled. As a user of sealing magic, he was probably the man who had researched the most kinds of abilities and spells.

Suddenly, he felt a purple glow in his heart, and Johan's heart—similar to the contract's glow at that time.

His body shook, but he nodded hesitantly with a forced smile, his mouth twitching.

He adjusted his legs, hiding his exposed penis with a frown again. No one gave him any clothes, and Johan was just staring at him without care. He had never felt this much embarrassment and humiliation in his life.

"So... could you also tell me more about... Lucifer now? Like, what does he even want? Why did he attack me?" Velmire asked multiple questions at once, making Johan chuckle teasingly.

"You were chasing him. But, why?" Johan said simply.

Velmire's face turned odd, 'How does he know everything!?' but he schooled his expression.

"You know of Orihime's ability, right? She is very, very sensitive to Aether because of it. Suddenly, while we were escorting Queen Melania, she started puking violently, her eyes and ears started bleeding, and she fanatically explained something very disgusting and violent was around that area. I just wanted to scout a little before we four attacked that area together."

Velmire explained everything patiently, not hiding anything.

Johan nodded thoughtfully. Crane of Alora. Orihime's ability at the surface was just paper manipulation—like she could turn into paper, use paper projectiles, etc.—but Johan knew better.

This was one of the most broken abilities ever, maybe even comparable to Leor's. The paper she manipulates is conceptual, not literal. So it cannot be harmed, no matter what. Imagine the sharpest blade in the world multiplying itself by milliseconds into billions of copies, traveling at thousands of kilometers per hour—and that was just the most basic one.

The world itself is paper to Orihime. So she can turn anything into paper, fold it out of existence—one of the abilities that allows someone to completely kill someone. They won't even go to the afterlife.

A certain area—the area where they were escorting Melania and Lucifer—was a sheet of paper. Lucifer was a fire starting at the middle of that sheet. So it was obvious to her that someone very strong and destructive had entered her domain.

Unfortunately, even this had many counters. People like Lucifer, Leor, Radhaan, Velmire exist in this world, so even if the ability is overpowered, she is nowhere near the strongest—but still one of the strongest.

Johan sighed, talking about the elephant in the room, "Lucifer has taken over the Aurelian Empire. He wants to wipe humans from the inside out. Radhaan has already been won over by him. I don't really know why he is here, but it's probably not related to the Crimson Empire, but me..."

He couldn't lie—not even a white lie now—so he started explaining everything honestly, still suppressing as much information as possible.

Velmire's pupils dilated. His breathing grew ragged. He asked suddenly, "Why is he after you?"