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

Jingxintang.

Su Mo was ushered inside by two bodyguards in black.

Before leaving, he saw Erii looking at him with concern. Her small body tried to block his way, but the old butler stopped her.

Su Mochong forced a relieved smile and mouthed the words.

"Don't worry, I'm just going to practice my calligraphy. I'll be right back and take you to get Häagen-Dazs."

Erii nodded, but her little hands still gripped the hem of her clothes tightly.

"Bang!"

The wooden door was slammed shut.

Su Mo looked around; the room was so empty that echoes could be heard.

Inside the room was only a low table, a dim oil lamp, a stack of thick Xuan paper that could be used as a pillow, and an ancient book thicker than a brick.

The old butler spoke through the door in his emotionless tone.

"Lord Uesugi, there is a family precept book in the house. Please copy it one hundred times, carefully understand the teachings of your ancestors, and reflect on your own mistakes. Breakfast and lunch will be delivered."

After he finished speaking, there was no more noise outside.

"Reflect on my actions? What do I have to reflect on?!"

Su Mo plopped down on the ground, picked up the book with the cover "The Ancestral Instructions of the Eight Families of Sheqi," and flipped through it.

Good heavens, it cracked open.

He didn't recognize a single character inside; they were like scribbles, crooked and twisted, as if they were a hybrid of oracle bone script and Martian script.

"Copy it a hundred times? By the time I finish copying it, the world will have already changed dynasties!"

He gave the middle finger to the air, then habitually touched his pocket.

My phone is still here!!!

Thank goodness, these old fogies haven't evolved to the point of body searches yet.

Su Mo's eyes lit up instantly, and a brilliant plan took shape in his mind at lightning speed.

He took out his phone and started snapping photos of the book of ancestral precepts.

"Snap! Snap! Snap!"

The flashbulbs were as bright as a disco in the dimly lit room.

Then, he opened a powerful scanning app and enabled the OCR text recognition function.

The progress bar is loading slowly.

[Identifying... Unknown character detected... Attempting to compare with the Longwen Ancient Books Database...]

"Holy crap, it can actually recognize it?"

Su Mo was surprised; it seemed this phone was no ordinary item.

A few minutes later, a complete Word document appeared on the phone screen.

Step one, done!!!

The next step is the second and most crucial one – printing.

"Where did this printer come from in this godforsaken place...?"

Su Mo scratched his head and suddenly thought of someone.

The family doctor who was tricked into becoming his ally!

He remembered that there was a brand-new multifunction printer in the doctor's office!

Just do it!

He first piled the blankets and pillows in front of the low table, arranging them to look like he was diligently copying something, creating the illusion that he was seriously being punished.

Then, he tiptoed to the door, and imitating the actions of secret agents in movies, he took out a bank card from his pocket and poked it hard at the crack of the door lock.

"Click".

This old-fashioned wooden door lock was practically made of paper in front of him, a modern lock-picking master.

It was late at night, and the patrolling guards probably never imagined that the person who was supposed to be in solitary confinement would be able to come out and wander around on his own.

He found the doctor's office easily, relying on his memory.

Sure enough, the office was empty, and the printer was in standby mode.

Su Mo skillfully connected her phone to the printer via Bluetooth, opened the document, and entered "100" in the print quantity field.

"start!!!"

The printer hummed and began frantically spitting out papers.

Waiting time is always boring.

With nothing else to do, Su Mo started browsing through the doctor's computer.

Most of them were medical reports and blood sample analyses that he couldn't understand, until he opened a folder named "Key Observation Subjects - Psychological Profiling".

There was only one file inside: "Preliminary Research Report on the Behavioral Patterns and Mental State of Uesugi-sama (codename: Useless Brother)".

Su Mo immediately became interested.

He clicked on it and almost burst out laughing.

The report stated:

The subject of observation is suspected of having histrionic personality disorder, and is keen to attract attention through exaggerated and bizarre words and actions.

[His proposed methods for solving cases involving pirated CDs and diagnosing kidney deficiency are typical symptoms of paranoia, involving the forced logical connection between completely unrelated things, indicating a serious deficiency in cognitive ability.]

However, its mental state had a strong calming effect on Erii, suggesting that its abnormal brainwave frequency might resonate with Erii's words of power.

[Preliminary conclusion: Although this person's mind is not quite normal, they are of great research value. Continued observation is recommended, and physical resection should be avoided unless absolutely necessary.]

"Physical excision? Holy crap, these guys want to crack my skull open?!"

Su Mo felt a chill run down her spine after reading it, and quickly dragged the report into the recycle bin before permanently deleting it.

By this time, all one hundred copies of the handwritten manuscript had been printed.

A thick stack of paper, exuding the alluring scent of ink.

He took the stack of assignments and slipped back to Jingxintang without anyone noticing, then locked the door again.

. . .

Early the next morning.

The elder in charge of the inspection, an old man with a white beard and a face full of wrinkles, pushed open the door and entered.

He had expected to see a Su Mo who was listless, with bloodshot eyes and ink stains on his hands.

What he saw was Su Mo sitting cross-legged on the ground, full of energy, even humming a little tune.

In front of Su Mo, there was a stack of papers, taller than a person, neatly arranged.

"You... what are you doing..."

The elder was shocked, pointing at the stack of papers, speechless.

"Oh, all done copying." Su Mo yawned, looking relaxed. "Exactly one hundred times, no more, no less."

The elder walked forward shakily and picked up the top one.

The next second, he was completely stunned, frozen in place as if struck by lightning.

The characters on the paper are so neatly written that they look as if they were copied from a dictionary; the strokes, the strength, and the structure are all perfect.

He quickly flipped through dozens, hundreds, thousands of pages...

All the words are exactly the same!!!

Not the slightest deviation whatsoever!

[This... is this something a human can do?]

Overnight, he copied tens of thousands of obscure ancient Chinese characters, perfectly replicating each one as if machine-printed!

What terrifying control and unfathomable mental strength does this require?

The elder's mind went blank for a moment, and a million possibilities flashed through his mind.

[He wasn't actually copying anything.]

This is clearly a demonstration! It's a display of his godlike, precise control!

He wasn't reflecting on his actions; he was calmly telling everyone in this way.

Your punishments are nothing more than a fleeting game to me!