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

I'm cracked!

This is definitely a cheat code!!

She's cheating!!!

Su Mo turned to look at Erii next to her, only to see that Erii's face was still very serious, and her eyes were extremely focused.

Her fingers left afterimages on the handle, like she was playing the piano.

"Again!!!"

Su Mo let out a defeated roar of resentment.

The third game...

The fourth set...

The fifth inning...

Half an hour later.

Su Mo collapsed to the ground, looking like a salted fish, her eyes vacant. o(╥﹏╥)o

Next to him, fragments of the handle were scattered all over the ground.

Just now, in the last round, after being perfectly knocked out yet again, he finally couldn't hold back and smashed the controller to pieces on the spot.

An unprecedented sense of humiliation and powerlessness completely stunned him.

He didn't care that the family elders treated him like a fool.

He could ignore being treated like trash by the guards.

But now, in his most proficient field, he has been utterly crushed by a little girl who lives in seclusion, using her purest strength!

This is worse than death!!

He suddenly sprang to his feet, his eyes bloodshot.

【no!!!】

I can't keep wasting my time like this!

In this world, without skill, you'll be looked down upon even for playing a game!

He's made up his mind; he's going to become stronger!

He must awaken the dormant, though faint, but definitely present dragon bloodline within him!

. . .

Early the next morning.

Su Mo began a self-training program that could be described as "performance art".

First item: Awakening the power of words.

He stood in front of the mirror, his eyes wide open, staring intently at his reflection.

The book says the White King is a spiritual ruler; all his incantations are activated through his eyes! What's with Kotoamatsukami, Tsukuyomi, and Amaterasu? They're all definitely created by glaring!

He tried to make his eyes fierce, deep, and full of domineering aura.

Five minutes later.

"Hiss~~~" Su Mo covered her dry eyes, tears streaming down her face.

Looking at the man in the mirror, whose eyes were red-rimmed, whose expression was distorted, and who looked like he had been constipated for three days and three nights, he felt a deep sense of despair.

[Help! This isn't just royal disrespect, it's polio!]

The first training exercise failed.

The second item: Physical training.

He lay down on the ground and began to do push-ups.

"one two three!"

By the time he got to the fifth one, he felt like his arms had turned into two noodles.

But he gritted his teeth and persevered, imagining himself as Schwarzenegger.

The next day, he could barely hold chopsticks with both hands, and Erii had to feed him.

The second training exercise ended in a crushing defeat.

The third item: Meditation to connect with the divine.

Su Mo sat cross-legged on the tatami mat, clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and muttered something in a mysterious voice.

"Ancestors deep within my bloodline, have you heard the cry of your most worthless descendant? Grant me power..."

Three minutes later.

"Phew...Zzzzzzz..."

Even snoring filled the room, and a trace of glistening saliva clung to the corner of his mouth.

Erii, who was playing games nearby, turned around when she heard the sound. Seeing Su Mo asleep, she tilted her head, took a chocolate bar from the snack bag, and carefully put it into Su Mo's open mouth.

When Su Mo woke up, it was already afternoon.

He smacked his lips, tasted a sweet flavor, and looked pleasantly surprised.

Could it be that my ancestors have appeared to me? Is this an offering for me?!

The third training exercise failed in a dream.

For several days in a row, Su Mo tried all sorts of unreliable training methods he could think of, which only made him half-dead and provided countless laughs for the guards monitoring him.

That night, Su Mo tried to do a handstand but failed again. After falling headfirst into the tatami mat, he finally understood.

He lay on the ground, looking at the ceiling, then glanced at Erii next to him, who was smoothly clearing the most difficult level of the game.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed into my mind.

I'm such an idiot!!!

Only idiots go to the gym to build muscle; geniuses just upgrade their CPUs!

The core of power in this world is the power of words, it's knowledge! What's the point of me practicing push-ups every day? Can I even unleash a Kamehameha?

Su Mo sprang to her feet with a somersault, her eyes shining again.

He found a completely new shortcut to power!

He clenched his fist, chuckled, and looked determined to win.

If your body can't handle it, make up for it with your brain!

[I've made up my mind! Instead of practicing blindly on my own, I'll steal their official strategy guide!]

Just do it.

That very night, Su Mo began his sleight of hand plan.

His primary target was the family's library.

In his view, such a long-standing family must have a place like the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Repository, filled with all kinds of martial arts manuals and spellbooks.

On a dark and windy night, it's the perfect time to steal books.

Su Mo changed into all black clothes and covered her face with a cloth, thinking she could slip out of the room unnoticed.

He pressed himself against the wall, mimicking the actions of secret agents in movies, crouching low and advancing step by step.

"Draw a circle with your left foot, kick the sky with your right!"

"Your movements should be graceful, and your landings should be silent!"

He was muttering to himself when he didn't pay attention to his footing and stepped on a loose pebble.

With a "whoosh," he did a split, almost tearing his vital parts apart.

"Aww~~~"

Su Mo was in so much pain that tears came to her eyes, and she hopped around in place for a long time, clutching her groin.

Unbeknownst to him, at that very moment, in a dark basement somewhere in Tokyo, a screen was broadcasting his heroic figure in real time.

In front of the screen, a young man wearing a black trench coat and sporting a quirky hairstyle was looking at the surveillance footage with a serious expression.

He was a second-generation being under the command of the King of Bronze and Fire, a man who firmly believed he was the messenger of the night.

He attributed the assassination attempt in Akihabara to "a deviation in Steins;Gate's choice."

At this moment, he stared at Su Mo's bizarre splits in the video, lost in thought, his brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly.

A subordinate dressed similarly couldn't hold back any longer and spoke up.

"Boss, is this guy out of his mind? What's he doing? Is he performing some kind of shamanistic ritual?"

"Shut up! What do you know?!"

The second-generation seed slammed its hand on the table, its eyes like knives.

"Look at his movements just now. It looked like he slipped, but it was actually a profound footwork technique that we mere mortals cannot comprehend!"

"He's using irregular body movements to avoid all possible blind spots in surveillance and mental detection!"

"I'm splitting open! Is this the legendary Drunken Fist technique?!?!"

The subordinate gaped, feeling his worldview being shaken; he was utterly shocked.

On the screen, Su Mo finally recovered and continued his stealth mission.

He circled a rockery three times, completely disoriented.

[I'm totally devastated, I'm lost...]