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

[Am I... being underestimated by these old guys?]

Is the difficulty of this game set a bit too easy?

. . .

The Eight Families of Snake Clan, inside the treasure vault.

The moment Su Mo entered the treasure vault, his titanium alloy eyes were instantly blinded.

The gold was piled up in the corner like bricks, emitting a gaudy yet captivating light.

Various ancient weapons inlaid with gemstones were casually hung on the wall, much like the discounted items in the blacksmith's shop in the game he played.

There are also rows of shelves filled with all sorts of antique paintings, calligraphy and porcelain that look very valuable.

Countless rare treasures shimmered alluringly in the dim light.

Gold, diamonds, antiques, calligraphy and paintings...

Any one of these items could be enough for an ordinary person to live comfortably for a lifetime.

Otacon and Erii were both stunned by the sight.

Su Mo was the first to come to her senses and didn't look at it again.

His eyes scanned the entire treasure vault like radar, muttering to himself.

"Where's the server? Where's the main router?"

Finally, his gaze settled on the deepest part of the treasure vault, in a secluded corner.

There, a strange object, covered in dust, haphazardly pieced together from a few animal bones, and resembling a clothes hanger, stood forlornly on the display stand.

"Found it."

Su Mo's eyes lit up instantly, and her voice trembled slightly.

That wasn't fear, it was excitement~~~ It was the kind of excitement a pervert feels when they finally find a video of their favorite girl dancing!

He ignored the luminous pearl the size of a pigeon's egg next to him and went straight for the "clothes hanger".

"Tsk tsk, this retro design, this weathered texture."

As Su Mo admired the device, she commented, "I wonder what the hardware specs are like? Does it support 5G?"

Upon hearing Su Mo's voice, Otacon snapped out of his daze and looked toward the source of the sound, only to be completely dumbfounded.

"Snake...you...you're not kidding, are you?"

He pointed to the dusty skeleton, his voice distorted.

"That pile of gold, those diamonds, that calligraphy and painting supposedly by Oda Nobunaga himself... you don't want any of it?"

"You want that...that clothes hanger?"

Su Mo glanced at him with a look that said, "You don't understand art at all."

"shallow."

He shook his head, his face full of heartache.

"This is called a server! This is the culmination of ancient technology!"

"Look at this patchwork full of postmodern deconstructionist style. The curvature of each bone is just right, full of power."

"This thing is faith!"

As Su Mo was speaking, she suddenly stretched out her hands.

He struck a pose as if preparing to receive the sacred object, as if to take the "clothes hanger" down from the display stand.

"Don't touch it—!"

Otacon let out a gasp, but it was too late.

Su Mo's hand was already on the animal bones.

It felt cool to the touch, with a smooth texture, completely different from the rough bones he had imagined.

"It feels nice to the touch, and it's made of high-end materials."

Su Mo nodded in satisfaction, then focused his energy in his dantian and exerted force with both arms.

"rise--!"

One second... passed.

Ten seconds... passed.

The clothes hanger remained completely still.

Su Mo's smile froze on her face.

"It's cracked! This thing looks like it's welded on!"

He refused to believe it, firmly planted his feet, and put all his strength into it.

His face turned bright red, and veins bulged from his neck all the way to his forehead.

"Get up—for me!"

After Su Mo let out a roar, as if he had finally relieved himself of three days of constipation.

Finally, he carried the "clothes hanger" away from the booth, swaying slightly.

It's too heavy.

This thing doesn't look very big, but its weight is outrageous.

Su Mo felt as if she was holding not a few bones, but a small car.

"Huff... huff..."

He was panting heavily, feeling like his back was about to break, and said.

"This...this...was it filled with lead? There isn't even a single hole to hide it!"

"Were all capitalists in ancient times this honest?!"

Just as the "clothes hanger" was removed from the exhibition stand.

"Buzz—!"

A buzzing sound, inaudible to ordinary people, spread instantly from the treasure vault to the entire Snake Clan Manor.

This is not a sound.

This is a powerful pressure that acts directly on the depths of one's bloodline!

It was as if an ancient king had opened his eyes and swept his indifferent gaze over every inch of his territory.

"ah--!"

Otacon was the first to be hit. He clutched his head and collapsed to his knees in agony, feeling as if countless steel needles were piercing his brain.

As a mixed-race individual with a reasonably decent bloodline, he didn't even have the right to stand in the face of this oppressive aura.

. . .

Outside the treasury, throughout the manor.

At this moment, the black-clad guards who were on patrol knelt down in droves, blood seeping from their mouths and noses.

Meanwhile, the captain, who was drinking tea in the monitoring room, suddenly spat out another mouthful of tea, his face filled with terror.

The elders who were sitting quietly in the room all opened their eyes and looked in the direction of the treasure vault, their eyes filled with disbelief.

"What's going on?!"

"It's the might of a dragon! Such powerful dragon might!"

"The treasure vault! Someone has tampered with the things in the treasure vault!"

"Quick! Everyone! To the treasure vault!"

The entire Snake Clan was like a hornet's nest that had been violently poked, instantly erupting into chaos.

The one who started all of this, Su Mo, only felt a "buzz" in his ears, like an imbalance of ear pressure when flying.

He shook his head, looking at Otacon writhing on the ground in pain, completely bewildered.

"Hey bro, what's wrong?"

He lightly kicked Otacon's buttocks with his toe.

"Isn't that acting way too exaggerated?"

"It's just that I made a little noise while moving something, why are you getting so worked up?"

"Let me tell you, with your acting skills, you'd easily win an Oscar back in our country."

Erii tilted her head; she also felt a slight discomfort, but it wasn't nearly as intense as Otacon's.

She silently walked to Su Mo's side, tugged at his sleeve, pointed outside, her face full of worry.

A few seconds later, the terrifying pressure receded like a tide, shrinking back into the "clothes hanger" in Su Mo's hand.

Otacon lay sprawled on the ground, panting heavily like a dehydrated fish.

"Run...run fast..."

He mustered all his strength and forced out a few words through gritted teeth.

"We...we alerted...the entire family...everyone...came..."

At this moment, Su Mo finally realized that things seemed to have really gotten out of hand.

He could clearly hear the chaotic footsteps and angry roars approaching rapidly from afar.

Su Mo cursed silently in his heart, and then immediately began to speak eloquently.

"Holy crap!"

"This server even has an alarm function?"