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

"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."

He looked at Otacon and said, slowly and deliberately, "If—I mean, if—we are unfortunately discovered."

"You don't need to do anything. Just lie down on the ground and pretend you've suddenly fallen ill."

"And me..."

Su Mo pointed to herself before continuing, "I will start sleepwalking immediately."

"Remember, you must act naturally. Your eyes should be vacant, your movements stiff, and you should mutter something like, 'Where's my Italian cannon?'"

Otacon looked at Su Mo, wanting to smash the other's head open with his tablet to see what was inside.

He felt like he wasn't participating in a spectacular prison break plan, but rather playing a boring dorm prank with a bratty kid.

However, when he saw Su Mo's bright eyes, filled with endless longing for "freedom" and "entertainment," he nodded as if possessed.

"Okay, the plan is complete!"

Su Mo excitedly jumped up and held the "relic" on the ground—the game controller—high in the air.

"For the sake of Wi-Fi!"

"For the new anime!"

"For the entertainment of all mankind!"

He extended his palm.

Otacon hesitated for half a second, then extended his hand and gave him a firm high five.

The crisp sound echoed in the quiet infirmary.

"that..."

After the high-five, Otacon, the only rational member of the team, couldn't help but ask the most crucial question.

"Snake, what if...we fail?"

Su Mo was stunned for a moment, then her face showed a "What nonsense are you talking about?" expression.

He patted Otacon on the shoulder and answered him in a serious tone, as if he had seen through all the truths of the world.

"fail?"

"Then let's reload and start over."

. . .

The night before the summer festival.

A strange smell permeated the air, half of it the oppressive atmosphere of an impending storm, and the other half the sweet, boisterous atmosphere unique to the eve of a celebration.

The lights in Su Mo's room were dim.

He did not light any lamps, but instead used the dim light from the lanterns hanging under the eaves and swaying in the wind that shone through the window to perform the final, sacred ritual before setting off on his campaign.

Su Mo checked his equipment again.

As a seasoned gamer, he knows that a proper equipment configuration is the primary prerequisite for clearing high-difficulty dungeons.

First, the main weapon.

Su Mo carefully pulled out a crowbar, about a meter long, gleaming with a cold metallic luster, from under the bed.

[The holy sword of physics: the crowbar.]

Legend has it that a physics PhD named Freeman used it to pry open the door to a new world.

This is more than just a tool; it represents a spirit, a symbol of resistance!

Su Mo used a cloth to carefully wipe the crowbar, feeling its simple yet powerful cold touch.

He tried waving it, and it swung with great force.

While its primary purpose is to pry open any damn wooden crates or ventilation grilles, it can also be a good option for smothering someone in an emergency.

Next, we have projectile weapons.

He took out the last three bottles of soda from his small refrigerator.

In Su Mo's tactical plan, these three bottles of cola served multiple purposes.

If necessary, it can be thrown out to make noise and attract the guards' attention.

—It's a sound, light, electricity and hand grenade.

You can also unscrew the cap and sprinkle it in the corridor while escaping, using its sticky properties to create a little trouble for your pursuers.

—It is also a slow trap.

If you get tired while running, you can take a couple of sips to instantly replenish your sugar levels and gain a "sweet tooth" buff, increasing your running speed by 10%.

—It can also serve as a red bottle.

【Perfect!】

Su Mo contentedly stuffed the three bottles of cola into the side pocket of her backpack.

Then there are strategic-level biological and chemical weapons of mass destruction.

He took out a bag of super spicy hellish chicken flavored potato chips that he had been treasuring for a long time and had never been able to bear eating.

He tore a small opening, brought it to his nose, and gently inhaled.

"Cough! Cough cough cough!!!"

A pungent, acrid smell, comparable to tear gas, hit him right in the head, making his eyes water.

[Terrifying! Absolutely terrifying!]

The power of this thing is simply unreasonable!

Su Mo could imagine that if he simply threw the bag of potato chips on the ground in the narrow corridor, the pursuing enemy would instantly lose his fighting ability and kneel on the ground, weeping and wailing.

This plan is called a biological attack.

Next, he discussed the core energy source of his entire plan.

A fully charged power bank with a capacity of 20,000 mAh, as thick as a brick.

Su Mo pressed the switch and looked at the four small blue lights that lit up, his eyes filled with awe.

In his eyes, these four lights were the sparks of civilization, the beacons of freedom, and the only hope that sustained him in this wasteland without Wi-Fi.

As long as it exists, his mental world will not collapse.

Finally, there are the sacred objects from this operation, the totems of their revolution.

He picked up a pink handheld game console that Erii had forgotten there.

He wanted to carry it with him.

Whenever he felt like giving up, he would take out the game console to remind himself why they were fighting.

It's to protect this happiness!

Crowbar, cola, spicy potato chips, power bank, game console.

Looking at the items in his backpack, Su Mo felt fully armed, comparable to Rambo.

—An unprecedented sense of security arose spontaneously.

He carried the backpack, which was stuffed full, and felt as if he were carrying the hopes of all the otaku in the world.

He quietly pushed open the door and, like a nimble cat, silently slipped to Erii's room.

He needed to check on the current condition of his only comrade-in-arms, Comrade Pikachu.

Su Mo gently opened a crack in the door.

Then, he froze.

Inside the room, Erii was already dressed.

She was wearing a cute tracksuit that allowed her to move around easily, and her signature little yellow duck backpack was slung over her shoulder, bulging with stuffing, no one knew how much equipment it contained.

Erii sat quietly and upright on the tatami mat, her hands on her knees, like a well-behaved elementary school student waiting for the teacher to give her candy.

They didn't look like they were going on a fugitive journey at all; they looked like they were going on a spring outing.

Her eyes lit up when she saw Su Mo peek in.

Erii stood up, ran to Su Mo, tilted her head back, and looked at him quietly with her golden eyes.

There was no fear or nervousness in his eyes, only a pure anticipation of playing a new game.