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

[I've struck it rich...]

That's the down payment for a house in Tokyo!!!

Su Mo had already begun to plan a bright future in her mind:

"Sell the figurines, take Erii with me and run away, buy a small house in a scenic spot, play video games all day, order takeout, and live that simple, unpretentious, and boring life of a rich person."

Erii smiled happily when she saw how happy he was.

She took her small drawing board and drew a glowing Ultraman on it. In front of Ultraman was a small red-haired girl.

She held up the drawing board for Su Mo to see; there was a line of text written on it.

"Brother is a great hero. He shines and fights monsters."

Looking into Erii's pure and trusting eyes, and then glancing down at the priceless "down payment" in his arms, Su Mo's initial elation of wealth suddenly cooled.

A sudden thought struck him.

Yeah! If I were sent to Siberia to dig potatoes, and Erii were locked in a dark room in the deep sea, who would sell this figure? Who would sign for the package?

Doesn't that mean the down payment for the house is completely wasted?

Thinking of this, an unprecedented anger and sense of mission welled up from the bottom of his heart.

This is robbing him! This is taking his life!

He solemnly put the Ultraman figure back into the box, closed the lid, and his eyes revealed a fierce look.

"Don't worry, Erii."

He patted his sister's head and said, word by word.

"My brother will never let anyone take away our house... no, he'll let them take away our future!"

He finally understood.

Relying on acting or filling in the blanks is ultimately a passive approach.

To truly take control of your destiny and protect your "assets," you must take the initiative!

He needs power, an unreasonable power that can overturn a table!

A thought flashed through his mind at lightning speed—the family library!

Last time he went to the library, he was so busy looking for novels and comics that he forgot about the truly amazing secret manuals, which were probably hidden deeper inside!

This time, for no other reason than to find that "golden touch" that can make him rise to the top in one step!

He looked out the window at the darkening sky and clenched his fist.

Three days is enough.

He gave this operation a catchy name.

The Tokyo Real Estate Battle

The plan has officially begun.

Su Mo felt full of power at this moment, which stemmed from his most primal desire for money.

He sneakily slipped the precious Ultraman figurine under the bed and covered it with several smelly socks, calling it a "biohazard barrier."

"The first step is to scout the terrain."

He took out a piece of white paper torn from a snack bag, dipped a leftover chicken bone in soy sauce, and began to draw a map on it.

"This is our room, codenamed 'Fountain'."

"This is the courtyard, codenamed 'Wild Area,' with patrolling guards, who are the 'roaming monsters.'"

"Our destination is here—the Library, codenamed 'Ancient Dragon Spawn Point'!"

Erii curiously leaned over to take a look, staring at the pile of scribbles on the paper.

She quietly picked up a French fry from the side and drew a crooked smiley face on the map.

"Nice!!!"

Su Mo slapped his thigh and exclaimed in surprise.

Even Erii knows that this operation will have the last laugh!

He had no idea that Erii was just trying to say "this is so much fun".

. . .

The night was dark and windy, and all was quiet.

The second stealth mission begins!

This time, Su Mo learned from the painful lesson of her previous attempt at the splits and prepared meticulously.

He was still dressed in all black, but he wore four layers of socks, which he called "high-end stealth silent boots".

He stole a small mirror from the kitchen, tied it to a chopstick, and made a simple "corner periscope".

He also had a straw in his mouth for "breathing while submerged underwater for extended periods".

Although the largest body of water in the entire estate is the small pond in the courtyard that only reaches ankle height.

"I was completely blown away! I feel like I'm Tom Cruise himself right now!"

He crouched low, swaying with every step, furtively observing every corner through the periscope.

A guard yawned from a distance.

Su Mo was pressed against the wall with a "whoosh," her heart pounding wildly, too afraid to move.

He managed to remain still for five minutes, until his legs went numb.

The guard simply stretched and changed his post.

"Phew...that was close, I almost got locked on by the enemy's 'yawning sound'."

He made his way to the entrance of the library without any major incident.

Last time he came, he only wandered around the "Popular Readings Section" on the first floor.

The books displayed there were all popular novels like "The Overbearing Dragon King Falls in Love with Me" and "Rebirth: I Am the Son-in-Law of the Snake Clan".

The real secret lies deeper inside.

He remembered seeing a staircase leading underground last time, with a sign at the top that read "Restricted Area".

In his view, the word "forbidden zone" is basically equivalent to "hidden spot for god-tier equipment in the beginner village".

Su Mo slipped to the basement entrance and found a heavy iron door with a huge brass lock hanging on it.

Help! This lock is cleaner than my face; it's obviously been touched a lot.

Su Mo took out a paperclip from his pocket and, imitating what he did in the movies, poked it into the keyhole and stirred it around.

Half a minute later, the paperclip broke.

"..."

Su Mo was numb.

Movies are all lies.

He took two steps back, looked at the lock, and decided to take a more direct and simple approach.

Plan B!

He picked up a large decorative iron hammer from the weapon rack next to him.

"Technology changes lives, brute force creates miracles!"

He swung his arm and smashed it down on the lock with all his might!

"Bang—!"

A loud bang, sounding like thunder, echoed in the quiet basement.

He himself was so shocked that his hand went numb.

"We're doomed..."

Su Mo turned pale with fright, quickly threw down the hammer, and shrank into the corner with a "Duang," ready to wait for death.

however.

A minute has passed...

Five minutes have passed...

There was no sound outside.

He cautiously peeked out and discovered that the walls and doors of the basement were incredibly thick, with soundproofing comparable to a recording studio.

The impressive-looking brass lock had been smashed flat by his hammer and was hanging there crookedly.

"Damn, it was just a pretty face."

He pushed open the door, and a strong smell of dust and mildew hit him.

The basement was filled with all sorts of clutter and discarded scrolls, like a garbage dump.

"Good things are hidden in inconspicuous places; that's how it's written in novels."

He started rummaging through the garbage, muttering under his breath.

"The Power of Words: 108 Grilling Techniques of Flame?! What is this? Is it some kind of New Oriental cooking textbook?"

"How the Dragon King Performs Postpartum Care? I'm speechless. This can actually be published as a book?"