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

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."

Su Mo patted his chest and promised without hesitation.

"No problem! Once we successfully break out of prison, I'll send you all my research reports spanning twenty years!"

(Report content: What I did today, what I ate, and what anime I watched.)

The doctor took a deep breath, as if making a decision that would jeopardize his career.

"I can figure out a way to improve the security system of the vault."

"On the day of the summer festival, there will be a three-minute gap during the security rotation."

He raised his head, looked at Su Mo, and said, word by word.

"I'm helping you, not for the sake of the game."

"It's for science."

"I understand! I understand!"

Su Mo excitedly grabbed his hand and shook it vigorously, her eyes filled with tears.

"I knew it! We're the same kind of people!"

"We are all partners who would do anything to pursue truth (and entertainment)!!!"

The atmosphere in the infirmary was momentarily touching.

Su Mo held the doctor's hand and shook it vigorously, feeling as if he had found a long-lost revolutionary comrade-in-arms.

The doctor, who would later become a "tool comrade," regained some of his rationality after a brief moment of impulsiveness.

He subtly withdrew his hand, pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, and a glint of wisdom reflected in the lenses.

"Since this is a scientific exploration, we need a more rigorous plan."

As he spoke, he walked back to his desk and took out a high-end-looking tablet from a locked drawer.

He quickly tapped his fingers a few times and entered a long, complicated password.

The next second, a building structure diagram filled with blue lines and complex annotations appeared on the screen.

"This is a treasure trove structure diagram that I downloaded from the database by taking advantage of my position."

"This includes the routing of ventilation ducts and the location of the main load-bearing walls."

Su Mo's eyes lit up instantly.

[So professional! Absolutely professional!]

[Isn't this just a level map from a game?! Even the hidden passages are marked!]

The doctor swiped the screen again and brought up another document.

"This is the guard shift schedule for the coming week. I've marked their patrol routes and blind spots."

"On the day of the summer festival, at 3:07 PM, it was the time for their two groups of guards to change shifts, giving us a three-minute window of opportunity."

He pulled up another document, which was a string of random characters consisting of numbers and letters.

"This is the temporary access password for the personal terminal of the supervisor in charge of the security system that day."

"I used a little bit of academic method to extract it from his communication records."

"Using this should temporarily block the infrared sensors in areas C and D."

Su Mo stared at the three documents on the tablet, which could be described as a "deluxe jailbreak gift package," his mouth agape enough to fit an egg.

I'm cracked!

I thought I'd found an assistant, but it turns out he's a top-tier hacker!

[Has this guy been secretly supporting Snowden?!]

The way he looked at the doctor had completely changed.

It was the look one gives when looking at a peerless master, filled with awe and worship.

"From now on, our operation is codenamed 'Metal Gear Solid: Snack Freedom'!"

Su Mo slammed his hand on the table and made a passionate announcement.

"We also need code names for easier communication!"

He pointed to himself, his expression completely matter-of-fact: "I am Snake!"

Then, he pointed to the doctor and said in a tone that bestowed the highest honor, "And you, are my Otacon!"

Upon hearing the word "Otacon," the doctor's hand, which was adjusting his glasses, froze in mid-air once again.

A suspicious blush appeared on that perpetually icy face.

As a seasoned tech geek, he certainly knew the significance of this codename in the gaming world.

That is the ultimate dream of all unsung heroes.

"Cough cough."

He cleared his throat and gave a soft, almost inaudible "hmm," tacitly acknowledging the honorary title.

"very good!"

Su Mo waved his hand, "Otacon, now, let's begin the combat simulation!"

Forget about standard sand table simulations; there's no sand in the infirmary.

But this couldn't stump the genius Su-Game Director-Mo.

He tore open a box of potato chips on the doctor's table and poured the golden, crispy chips out in a generous manner on the floor, arranging them in a circle.

"This is the outer wall of the treasure vault."

He then picked up the doctor's game controller and placed it in the middle of the potato chip ring.

"This is our ultimate goal, the legendary relic."

Then, he grabbed a few candies of different colors from the snack bag.

"The red ones are elite guards armed with lethal weapons, patrolling within a three-meter radius with a 180-degree field of vision."

"The green ones are just ordinary grunts who only stand guard; you can lure them away with projectiles."

"The yellow ones are mobile cameras with fixed scanning paths."

Doctor, no, Otacon's lips twitched as he looked at the "battlefield" on the ground made of junk food.

He felt that his decades-long academic career was heading in a strange and erratic direction.

"Snake, based on my analysis, entering through ventilation shaft number three is the best route, but the guard density is the highest there."

Otacon quickly got into character, pointing to a pile of red candies on the ground.

"no problem!"

Su Mo picked up a half-finished can of cola from the table and weighed it in her hand.

"Then I'll throw this at the end of the corridor. When it makes a 'clang' sound, all the guards will be attracted to it. We'll have at least thirty seconds to sneak around!"

Otacon frowned. "What if they don't fall for it?"

"Then throw one more," Su Mo replied matter-of-factly.

Otacon: ...

He thought the plan sounded like a joke.

"Also, to ensure the safety of the route, we must leave markers along the way."

As Su Mo spoke, she pinched a few crumbs from the potato chip bag and carefully scattered them on the ground.

"We'll use these wavy-flavored potato chip crumbs to mark the safe zone. That way we won't get lost."

Otacon stared at the potato chip crumbs on the ground, lost in thought, and a bizarre idea popped into his head.

What if the cleaning lady sweeps it up? Or what if it attracts mice?

But in the end, he didn't bring up the issue.

He felt that discussing logical issues with someone who could come up with such a plan was inherently unscientific.

"There's one last crucial step..."

Su Mo lowered his voice, his expression became extremely serious, and he spoke in a very solemn tone.

"Our emergency response plan."