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

"quick--!"

"Take me to a doctor! I feel like my blood is about to run wild! The primal power within me is about to burst forth!"

Su Mo's shout literally burned out the CPUs of the two gatekeepers at the entrance.

Blood vessels out of control?

Primordial power?

These words are a million times more terrifying to the Sheqi Eight Families than "You left the gas on."

The two exchanged a glance, and without even asking for permission, they grabbed Su Mo's arms on either side and, as if dragging a nuclear bomb, ran frantically toward the infirmary.

"Hold on! You have to hold on!"

"Don't give up! Think about the new anime you haven't finished watching yet!!!"

Su Mo was dragged along, her feet off the ground, tracing a graceful arc in the corridor, while she groaned in pain.

[With acting skills like this, it's a waste that she's not participating in "The Birth of an Actor."]

Soon, the door to the infirmary was kicked open with a bang.

The young doctor who wore gold-rimmed glasses and was as pale as an A4 sheet of paper was staring blankly at a row of test tubes.

He was startled by the noise, and his hand trembled, almost spilling a vial of precious dragon blood.

"What the hell?!"

He was about to lose his temper when he saw Su Mo being carried in, and the tragic expression on his face that seemed to say, "I'm about to die, but there's still a chance to save me."

The doctor pushed up his glasses and frowned.

"What happened?"

"Doctor! Quick! He's dying! He says he can't suppress the primal power within him!" a bodyguard reported breathlessly.

doctor:...

He felt that his professional knowledge had been insulted at that moment.

Su Mo was placed on the hospital bed, and he weakly waved his hand.

"You...you all need to leave first...My condition is very special, involving top-level family secrets."

"I need... a one-on-one, in-depth academic consultation with the doctor."

Upon hearing that it was classified information, the two bodyguards dared not be negligent and immediately bowed and scraped as they withdrew, closing the door behind them.

As soon as the door closed, Su Mo sat up abruptly from the bed, crossed her legs, and patted the spot next to her.

"Come, sit down."

His familiar manner made it seem as if he were the one who owned the place.

The doctor looked at him, his eyes behind his glasses filled with wariness and confusion.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"Don't be nervous, friend."

Su Mo gave what he thought was a very friendly smile and rummaged in his pocket.

Then he remembered that his phone had been destroyed.

But this didn't stump him.

He cleared his throat and spoke slowly in a seductive tone.

"StarCraft III: Requiem for the Lost Diva, a limited edition of 1,000 sets worldwide, includes a pure gold diva figurine, the game director's autograph, and an exclusive skin. Pre-orders are now open."

The doctor initially maintained a cold, businesslike demeanor.

But the moment he heard the name of the game, his hand, which was pushing up his glasses, visibly paused.

His other hand, which was under the table, unconsciously clenched into a fist.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said, still trying to maintain his composure.

"Oh, really?"

Su Mo smiled; he understood all too well those who said one thing but meant another.

"I also heard that this collector's edition will only be available through specific channels in North America."

"Without inside connections, you simply can't get your hands on one!"

As Su Mo spoke, she observed the other person's expression.

He saw the doctor's Adam's apple move up and down slightly.

[There's hope!]

"Do me a favor."

Su Mo revealed his true intentions, laying bare his entire plan.

"I need to go into the vault to get something."

"You help me set up the security system and turn off the surveillance cameras. It will only take three minutes."

"Once it's done, a complete set of StarCraft III Collector's Edition will be delivered right to your door."

The doctor's expression changed.

"Are you crazy? Hacking into the treasure vault? That's a capital offense!" he hissed in a low voice.

"Don't say that," Su-Succubus-Mo continued to coax.

"The higher the risk, the greater the reward, right? And..."

He suddenly lowered his voice, leaned closer, and said mysteriously.

"Let me tell you another secret, the ultimate secret about how to improve your bloodline purity that will make you famous in academia."

The doctor originally intended to simply ring the call bell.

But when he heard the words "bloodline purity," he stopped moving again.

As a scientist researching dragon bloodlines, nothing could be more appealing than this.

He looked at Su Mo, his eyes filled with suspicion.

"What secret?"

Su Mo slowly straightened up, put his hands behind his back, and paced around the room a couple of times, striking a pose of an unparalleled master.

"You scientists have all fallen into a misconception."

"You believe that strength comes from pain, from hardship, from repeated life-or-death trials."

"Wrong! Utterly wrong!"

Su-the Master of Deception-Mo suddenly turned around, staring intently at the doctor, and uttered a shocking statement that was enough to overturn the entire scientific community of hybrids.

"The key to improving your bloodline lies in maintaining a positive mood and getting enough sleep!"

The doctor was petrified on the spot.

His mind went blank, as if it had been formatted.

【Wh...what is that?】

[A happy mood? Sufficient sleep?]

Is this guy researching dragon bloodlines or writing a column for a health magazine?!

He felt that his scientific beliefs, built up over decades, had been shattered at that moment by a hammer called "bullshit."

This theory is absurd.

It was so absurd that it even gave him a terrifying thought: "What if it's true?"

He thought of Su Mo's outrageous physical data and Erii's incantations that defied common sense.

Could it be... could the true essence of power really be so simple and unadorned?

"You see, dragons are inherently lazy creatures."

Seeing that he was wavering, Su Mo quickly added more persuasion.

"They love shiny treasures and like to sleep in comfortable caves for hundreds of years at a time."

"When have you ever seen a dragon working 996 (9am-9pm, 6 days a week) and burning the midnight oil?"

"So, as long as you treat yourself like a dragon, eat and drink well every day, and maintain a Buddhist-like mindset, your bloodline purity will naturally increase rapidly!"

The doctor's mouth was open, but he couldn't utter a single word.

In his mind, on one side was the genetic engineering and biochemistry he had studied for more than 20 years, and on the other side was Su Mo's beautiful blueprint of "lying down and becoming a god".

Two little figures are fighting fiercely.

The final straw that broke the camel's back was the "Starry Night Epic III" set, which included a pure gold diva figurine.

Ultimately, under the combined influence of "the allure of cutting-edge science" and "the resonance of otaku spirit," reason crumbled.

The doctor adjusted his glasses, using a tone that suggested he was discussing a scientific issue to conceal his inner struggle.

"...I need to see detailed research data."