Ryujin calmly listed out all of his privileges.
He didn't embellish them, didn't emphasize their importance, and didn't try to make them sound impressive. To him, they were simply functions—tools that came with the title of Trainee Guild Master.
The ability to remove members from the guild and erase their memories entirely. The authority to veto any decision, regardless of how many agreed. The option to upload memory-based instances. Absolute immunity from any harm caused by guild members. Even minor controls such as muting others at will.
He stated everything plainly.
Without pride.
Without hesitation.
Because in his eyes, none of it was particularly significant.
After all, this was just a casual communication guild. Most of these abilities would likely never be used.
At least—
That was what he thought.
But the others…
Clearly did not share that perspective.
The moment they finished reading—
The guild fell into silence.
A brief, heavy pause.
And then—
It exploded.
Asuna was the first to react, her voice carrying unmistakable concern. The idea that a Guild Master could remove someone entirely—and erase all memory of the guild's existence—felt deeply unsettling to her. It wasn't just authority.
It was control over reality itself.
The user named "IAmNotAPsychopath" quickly followed, pointing out the same thing from another angle. If someone were removed, they wouldn't just lose access—they would lose the memory that this place had ever existed.
As if it had never been real.
Linglong, however, focused on something else entirely. To her, the most frightening part was the veto authority. Even if every member reached a unanimous decision, Ryujin could overturn it alone. One word—and everything would collapse.
Asuna agreed quietly.
But Utaha…
Utaha saw deeper.
Her voice entered the conversation with calm precision, her tone softer, yet far more dangerous.
"No… I think the most terrifying one is the immunity."
She paused briefly, letting the implication settle before continuing.
"If Ryujin-kun came to my world and decided to do something… I wouldn't be able to resist. There would be no way to stop him."
There was a subtle shift in her wording.
Careful.
Deliberate.
"I'm not saying he would do that, of course."
Asuna responded almost immediately, her tone tightening just slightly.
"…There are younger members here. Please be mindful of how you phrase things."
Linglong tilted her head in confusion, clearly not understanding the implication at all.
"Who's the child?"
The newcomer echoed her confusion.
"??"
Linglong remained completely clueless.
Meanwhile—
Ryujin replied.
Calm.
Unbothered.
"I wouldn't."
A brief pause.
Then—
"If you came to my bed on your own, maybe. Otherwise, I wouldn't bother."
Silence.
A full second passed.
Then—
The guild detonated.
Eriri burst into laughter instantly, seizing the moment with full force. She mocked Utaha without restraint, pointing out how ridiculous it was to think Ryujin would cross worlds just for her. In her eyes, Ryujin was far above that.
But her excitement didn't stop there.
She pivoted immediately, her tone turning exaggerated and theatrical as she began praising Ryujin's privileges, calling them overwhelmingly powerful.
And then—
She went too far.
Declaring herself his "only subordinate," she announced that from this moment onward, everyone should bow under his authority, tremble before his power, and accept his dominance without question.
The system responded instantly.
She was muted.
Five minutes.
No warning.
No hesitation.
Silence.
Eriri froze.
Again.
Muted twice in a single day.
It was almost unbelievable.
The newcomer couldn't hold back their laughter this time, openly admitting that the situation was too funny to ignore. Even they realized it wasn't exactly graceful—but they simply couldn't help it.
Ryujin replied calmly.
"At first, you were helping."
A short pause.
"But the more you spoke, the worse it became."
Another pause.
"Take five minutes and reflect."
Simple.
Clean.
Decisive.
Originally, he had thought the mute function would be unnecessary.
Now—
It seemed quite useful.
Utaha leaned back slightly, a faint smile forming as she processed everything that had just happened.
"…How sharp."
She had tested him with her words, probing the boundaries of his personality.
And he had responded—
Even more directly.
Not defensive.
Not reactive.
Just clear.
You're not worth the effort.
In her world, countless men admired her, pursued her, desired her.
Yet this man—
Even if she offered herself willingly—
Might not even consider it.
For the first time—
Utaha felt something unfamiliar stir within her.
Interest.
Asuna, on the other hand, simply smiled helplessly.
"As expected… Eriri really is quite adorable."
Then, gently, she shifted the conversation back on track, suggesting that the new members introduce themselves so everyone would know how to address one another.
The user named "IAmNotAPsychopath" responded first, introducing herself as Busujima Saeko, a student.
Simple.
Direct.
Ryujin's eyes narrowed slightly.
Busujima Saeko.
So it was her.
The elegant swordswoman.
The so-called perfect Yamato Nadeshiko.
And beneath that calm exterior—
A dangerous fighter.
Then, the other new member spoke.
"Hello… my name is Inori. I'm a singer."
Her words were few.
But she had been watching everything.
Observing.
Analyzing.
Inori lacked common sense.
But not intelligence.
In fact—
She was sharp.
Extremely sharp.
And dangerous in her own way.
The guild quieted slightly as everyone processed the new arrivals.
New members.
New worlds.
New possibilities.
And then—
A system notification appeared.
[Trainee Guild Master "Ryujin" has sent a Voice Red Packet! Guild members can claim it by sending the required voice line.]
For a moment—
No one reacted.
The concept was unfamiliar.
Strange.
Unexpected.
Then—
The realization began to sink in.
A voice red packet?
The silence shifted.
Curiosity grew.
Because everyone could feel it.
Something new—
Something important—
Was about to begin.