Dragon Raja: I started out as Erii's older brother

"Just imagine, if she's in a bad mood and just yawns... the impact could be so great that the whole of Tokyo would tremble."

Threat.

This is a blatant and undisguised threat!

Another deathly silence fell, and Sakurai practically spat out a few words through clenched teeth.

"Get ready to depart in one hour."

. . .

One hour later.

Looking at the person in the mirror, Su Mo began to seriously question the meaning of life.

He was wearing a dazzling white suit with an extravagant cut, and intricate patterns embroidered with gold thread on the collar and cuffs.

He also had a thick gold chain around his neck that could be used as a dog leash.

I threw up!

I feel like a walking gold ingot, practically branded with "Foolish and Rich" written on my forehead!

Beside her, Erii had also been dressed in a gorgeous Gothic Lolita dress, with layers of lace, making her look like an exquisite SD doll.

She was quite happy, tugging at Su Mo's clothes, her eyes sparkling.

"Brother, it's beautiful."

【What a load of rubbish! Are they trying to use us as live targets?!】

Su Mo was practically on the verge of tears o(╥﹏╥)o.

When he saw the five identical black Mercedes-Benz cars at the entrance, and the twenty men in black suits and sunglasses getting out of them, he completely gave up struggling.

With this kind of entourage, someone who didn't know better would think it was a Middle Eastern prince coming to inspect the work.

. . .

The convoy drove in a grand procession toward Akihabara.

Wherever he went, passersby made way for him, a scene comparable to Moses parting the sea.

When they arrived at Akihabara Electric Town, the atmosphere of the entire street changed.

The street, which was originally full of otaku culture and vitality, was instantly shrouded in a grim atmosphere of gang warfare.

Surrounded by twenty bodyguards, Su Mo and Erii entered the largest game store.

The customers and staff in the store were terrified, standing huddled against the wall, not daring to breathe.

"Cough cough."

Su Mo cleared her throat, trying her best to look less like a villain.

He pointed to the latest fighting game and said to Erii, "Take whichever one you like."

Erii happily picked up a game with a cover featuring a 'muscular man' and nodded.

Just as Su Mo was about to pay the bill and end this embarrassing socially awkward experience.

"boom--!"

A loud bang.

A truck loaded with anime merchandise, as if it were drunk, went out of control and crashed into the roadside guardrail.

The carriage door opened with a click.

The next second, countless colorful boxes sprayed out of the car.

Tons of "waifu" figurines were scattered all over the street like dumplings being dropped into boiling water.

"My Rei Ayanami!"

"No! My Rem!"

"Ahhh! My pre-ordered limited edition Hatsune Miku!"

A chorus of heartbroken wails echoed through the streets from the otaku.

The bodyguards tensed up instantly, tightly protecting Su Mo and Erii in the middle.

"Protect the young lady and Lord Uesugi!"

The scene was chaotic.

Just then, a man disguised as a passerby, who was heartbrokenly picking up his figurines, suddenly had a cold glint in his eyes.

He suddenly raised his hand, aiming it at Su Mo's direction.

The silent incantation was about to be activated.

Who knew that, by sheer bad luck, he stepped right on a Hatsune Miku figure with a leek-shaped toe stick.

The base of the figure is round and smooth.

"Thump!"

The assassin slipped and fell to the ground in a perfectly executed split.

The incantation he was about to unleash was also affected by this, causing it to veer off course.

An invisible stream of heat flew past Su Mo's ear.

"Sizzle—!"

The huge neon sign of the pachinko parlor across the street was instantly lit up.

The colorful lights flashed wildly, creating a strong rhythm, and even had its own background music.

"Pachinko! Pachinko! Welcome!"

What was supposed to be a deadly assassination attempt turned into a free light show where the budget was burning through.

[Three seconds of complete silence!]

[Then burst out laughing!]

Hahahaha!

Su Mo looked at the absurd scene before him, feeling nothing at all, and even a little amused.

Where is the murderous intent? Where is the crisis?

Why does this feel like a religious war among otaku triggered by the argument that "my wife is better than your wife"?

He bent down and picked up a miraculously intact Rei Ayanami figure from the side of his feet.

Exquisitely crafted, with a cool and aloof expression.

This thing... I think I could sell it for a good price on Xianyu (a second-hand marketplace app), right?

He was making plans in his mind.

The unfortunate assassin missed his target and, before the bodyguards could react, scrambled into the fleeing crowd and disappeared.

The head of the bodyguards rushed up to Su Mo and nervously looked him up and down.

"Lord Uesugi! Are you alright? Are you injured?"

Su Mo held up the Rei Ayanami figure in her hand, her expression serious, and answered in a solemn tone:

"My mind was severely impacted by the excessive concentration of anime and manga."

"I need compensation."

The muscles on the bodyguard captain's face were twitching.

He looked at Rei Ayanami in Su Mo's hand, and then at Su Mo's face, which seemed to say, "I'm hurt, pay me back."

For a moment, he didn't know which mess to deal with first.

"Uesugi-sama..."

"Don't call me sir, call me the victim!"

Su Mo interrupted him and carefully placed the figurine into the inside pocket of her suit jacket.

"Look at all these remains of my wife scattered on the ground."

He pointed to the mess on the ground.

"Look at my pure heart, which has been riddled with holes by the storm of anime and manga."

"Without a huge sum of money for emotional distress, I won't be able to get over this."

The bodyguard captain remained silent.

He took out a black card from his pocket and presented it with both hands.

"Sir, this is your allowance from the family. The password is the young lady's birthday."

"The amount inside should be enough to soothe your soul."

Su Mo accepted the black card expressionlessly.

[Hehe, got it!]

[As expected of me, I extort money with my own strength!]

This attack, which the family's higher-ups quickly labeled as a prank by petty thugs, ended hastily amidst chaos and Su Mo's opportunistic looting.

Back at the manor.

Su Mo was "invited" into a tea room.

Sakurai, the butler, and the head of the bodyguards sat upright with notebooks in front of them, looking like they were about to conduct a joint interrogation.

"Lord Uesugi, we need you to recount the specific circumstances at that time."

Sakurai's expression was so serious it could be sculpted into a stone statue.

Su Mo crossed his legs, picked up the teacup in front of him, and blew on it.

Here it comes, my favorite part: showing off!

【I, Detective Su Mo, am going to open the eyes of you natives today!】

He put down his teacup and cleared his throat.

What are your thoughts on this attack?

The bodyguard captain immediately replied, "The enemy is well-trained. Their use of incantations is silent and highly sophisticated. I judge them to be elite assassins from the Bronze and Fire factions."

Su Mo shook her finger.

"wrong."

He stood up and began pacing around the room, looking like a master detective.

"Completely wrong!"

"That's not some kind of advanced incantation at all."