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

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.

In that instant, Su Mo's heart was struck by a tender emotion.

He couldn't help but reach out and rub Erii's little head, lowering his voice and whispering in her ear as if sharing some earth-shattering secret.

"Are you ready?"

Su Mo's voice carried a hint of amusement, as if this were truly a romantic trip that could be taken on a whim, rather than a perilous journey to the ends of the earth.

"Tomorrow night, we're going to the spot with the best signal in all of Tokyo to see the night view."

Erii understood the words "best signal" and nodded vigorously.

Outside the window, the lanterns of the summer festival have all been lit, their red glow blending together to illuminate the entire night sky in a warm and hazy way.

In the distance, the faint sounds of a festival could be heard, along with the dull thud of taiko drums being struck, one after another, as if striking one's heart.

But the excitement belongs to others; for him, all he knows is the impending escape.

Su Mo took a deep breath and clenched his fist, feeling like a great general about to go into battle.

But at this moment, he did not back down in the slightest.

There's just the excitement of an upcoming new map and a new boss to fight.

For a new life!

[For full Wi-Fi signal!]

【Charge! !!!】

. . .

It was very noisy outside on the night of the summer festival.

The wind blows in, and the air is filled with the aroma of takoyaki and grilled squid.

Su Mo squatted by the window, holding the can of cola she was using as bait in her hand.

The sky outside was a deep red, lit by the lanterns of the festival.

You could hear the muffled sound of the taiko drums from a great distance.

"Bang--!"

"Bang--!"

One after another, it was very lively.

This stands in stark contrast to his current situation.

The lights were off in the room.

Erii sat on the tatami mat.

She was playing Tetris intently, using the light coming in from outside.

The blue light from the screen shone on her small face, revealing not a trace of nervousness.

Su Mo swallowed hard and looked at the clock on the wall again.

"Eight o'clock in the evening."

The time for the operation is fast approaching.

He's been cooped up here for several days.

We have to pull off a big one today.

. . .

at the same time.

In the festival center district not far from the manor.

Dark Mask stands on the roof of a public toilet.

He faced the evening breeze, his black trench coat flapping loudly in the wind.

Below is a bustling crowd.

They were all men and women strolling around in yukatas.

Dark Mask crossed his arms and looked down at the crowd below.

"Foolish mortals."

He muttered something under his breath.

The humiliation of having the power cut off at the arcade last time is still fresh in my mind.

He has to get his revenge today.

He's going to make a big splash and teach the Snake Clan a lesson they'll never forget.

"Let these raging flames purify your sins!"

He suddenly raised his hands, his fingers drawing a complex hand seal in the air, while he chanted obscure dragon script.

He was preparing his signature move.

【Word of Power: Rain of Flames】

In his mind, as soon as this power of words is activated...

A spectacular shower of fireballs will fall from the sky.

The crowd would scream in terror, and the guards would scatter and flee.

The entire festival will become his personal stage.

He will descend upon Su Mo in a magnificent display, riding on flames.

Burn that guy who dared to provoke him with a crepe bald.

"Descend, Crimson Lotus, that burns everything!"

Dark Mask roared and swung his hands downwards.

Hearing the commotion, the crowd below all looked up.

Dozens of eyes were fixed on the man in black on the toilet roof.

One second... passed.

Ten seconds... passed.

The air was very quiet.

All I could hear were pop songs playing from the stalls next door.

Dark Mask's hands remained in a downward swinging posture.

However, the raging fire he had anticipated did not materialize.

Only his fingertips barely...

A few faint sparks appeared.

"Sizzle."

Two soft sounds followed.

The spark flickered twice... then went out.

The crowd below was stunned.

Someone took a picture with their phone.

"What is this person doing? Performance art?"

"I don't know, aren't you hot wearing so many layers?"

A young man with dyed yellow hair shouted.

"These special effects aren't even worth 50 cents, give me my money back!"

A burst of laughter immediately erupted around them.

Dark Mask's face turned bright red.

He felt his dignity was being trampled on.

"An accident! It was just an accident!"

He panicked and began frantically activating the dragon bloodline within him.

They were trying to regain the face they had lost.

"Get this going!"

He recklessly concentrated all his strength into his fingertips.

at last.

A slightly larger spark shot out from his hand.

The spark traced a crooked arc in the air.

Head straight down.

However, it didn't hit the crowd; instead, it landed precisely on the plastic canopy of a goldfish scooping stall next to it.

The plastic greenhouses are dry and brittle in the summer.

The sparks touched, and "boom!"

It caught fire immediately, and the fire spread instantly.

An elderly woman at a goldfish scooping stall is collecting money.

Looking up, he saw that his own stall was on fire.

The woman got angry and grabbed a large, long-handled strainer used for catching fish.

He pointed at the Dark Mask on the toilet roof and started cursing.

"You heartless bastard, why did you set fire to this place!"

The crowd was now in complete chaos.

Everyone realized this wasn't a performance and screamed as they ran outside.

The scene immediately descended into chaos.

Standing on the rooftop, Masked Night stared dumbfounded at the out-of-control situation below.

This is completely different from what he wrote in the script.

He originally wanted to be a world-destroying demon king.

How did he become an arsonist now?

Before he could react...

Several long bamboo poles had already reached his feet.

The uncles and aunties at the surrounding stalls all picked up their tools.

She was furious and wanted to settle the score with him.

"Beat him up!"

"How dare you cause trouble on our turf!"

Mask of Darkness watched the waving ladles and brooms.

He chickened out and turned to run away.

Several agile middle-aged women were chasing closely behind.

A grand spectacle unfolded in the streets of the festival.

. . .

Inside the manor, in the security control room.

A piercing alarm suddenly blared throughout the room.

The captain of the guard was holding a coffee cup to refresh himself when he was startled by the sound and his hand trembled.

"Pfft—!"

The coffee was spilled all over my crotch.

"What's going on!"

He roared as he wiped his pants with a tissue.

The operator's fingers flew across the keyboard, quickly bringing up the surveillance footage of the street.

The screen displayed the following:

A man in black is being chased all over the street by a group of middle-aged women.

The background is a goldfish scooping stall that is burning brightly.