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

"Report! Report! The target's emotions have stabilized! Repeat, the target's emotions have stabilized!!!"

The guard captain, almost in tears, roared into the walkie-talkie, which had now restored communication.

Deep within the main estate of the Snake Clan, a high-level emergency meeting was being held, the atmosphere so oppressive it was freezing cold.

On the huge screen, the last video, which was full of static and static, was being played repeatedly from the guard team.

The scene shows the terrifying sight behind Erii, comparable to the descent of a demon god, and Su Mo's final roar that could shatter one's eardrums.

"...He's going to wage war against all the otaku in the world!!!"

An old man with gray hair looked at the scene, his lips trembling with anger.

"A disgrace! An utter disgrace!"

"This good-for-nothing has completely disgraced the Uesugi family!"

Another elder, his face filled with terror, exclaimed, "That's not the problem! Did you see that? Judgment! That's the power of judgment! She was able to unleash such a wide-ranging incantation unconsciously! We've always underestimated the demon within her!"

"She's no longer a patient who needs comforting; she's a volcano ready to erupt at any moment!"

The patriarch, Yuan Zhisheng's father, sat in the main seat, his face ashen, and remained silent.

He watched as Su Mo, in an almost frenzied manner, actually managed to calm Erii's Word of Power.

But this only strengthened his resolve.

Using one lunatic to appease another lunatic is the most outrageous thing in the world.

"We can't wait any longer."

He finally spoke, his voice sounding as if it came from underground, cold and heavy.

"It turns out that the so-called bloodline sedative has completely failed. We can no longer gamble the fate of our family on a bomb that could explode at any time, and on a mentally unstable good-for-nothing."

He stood up and looked around at everyone present.

"I've decided to launch the cleanroom project."

The moment the words "clean room" were uttered, all the elders present gasped in shock.

That was the last and most inhumane tactic employed by the Snake Clan.

An absolute cage, three hundred meters underground, constructed with ten-meter-thick lead walls and obsidian.

There was no light, no sound, and no connection to the outside world.

That's a grave prepared for ghosts.

"Seal Erii Uesugi permanently in the purification room. Completely sever all connection between her and the outside world."

The patriarch's voice was cold and devoid of any emotion.

"Then... what about that Uesugi kid?" an elder asked cautiously.

"Him?" The patriarch sneered. "He's no longer of any use. As an outsider who saw something he shouldn't have, he should have been disposed of."

"But considering he did play a role during this time, let's send him to the Siberian Ice Field Branch to retire. It's far from the reach of the central government there, which will be a good opportunity for him to calm down."

No one objected to this decision.

. . .

Su Mo and Erii were "invited" back to the manor and locked in a small dark room.

He was lying on the tatami mat, mourning the tragic death of his cell phone, while also pondering how to get a new one.

He felt that since he had remained calm in the face of danger today and saved the world with his love and otaku spirit, he deserved to be rewarded with a brand-new flagship phone, right? Absolutely!

Just as he was having a sweet dream, he heard two guards whispering outside the paper door.

"Have you heard? The elders have decided that, three days after the summer festival, they will initiate the purification plan on the young lady."

"A clean room? Holy crap... isn't that the same as being buried alive?"

"Shh! Keep your voice down! There's no other way, the commotion today was too big. As for that kid surnamed Su, hmph, consider him lucky, he's just being sent to Siberia to dig potatoes."

"Siberia? That awful place has eight months of winter, and I heard there's no cell phone signal..."

"It's better if he doesn't! It'll save him from going crazy again!"

The guard's voice gradually faded into the distance.

Inside the room, Su Mo's dreamy expression gradually froze.

His brain began to work at high speed, processing the keywords he had just heard.

A permanent seal? Isolation from the outside world?

To put it another way: Physically disconnect from the internet, confiscate all electronic devices, and permanently confine the person to a dark room.

Siberia? Digging potatoes? No signal?

To put it another way: You're exiled to a place with a ping of 999+, where the only entertainment is Minesweeper and Spider Solitaire.

"boom!!!"

Su Mo felt as if a bolt of divine lightning had pierced through the top of his head.

This is no longer a question of whether or not we can access the internet!

This is the ultimate crisis of being doubly deprived of both the right to survival and the right to entertainment!

He looked down at the person next to him, who was holding a newly bought game cartridge and studying the cover of Erii with a happy expression.

He couldn't imagine what would happen to this girl who treated games like her life if she were locked in that dark room with no light, no electricity, and no Mario or Zelda.

He couldn't even imagine the miserable scene of himself spending the rest of his life in the icy wilderness of Siberia, relying on mentally filling in the blanks of the latest anime series to pass the time. o(╥﹏╥)o

An unprecedented surge of anger shot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

He previously thought that the Snake Clan were just a bunch of old fogies who were nosy, rigid in their thinking, and didn't understand anime and manga.

Now he understands.

These people are tyrants who are anti-human, anti-entertainment, and anti-civilization! They are the nemesis of all otaku!

Su Mo suddenly jumped up from the ground, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

His eyes burned with the raging fire of revolution.

"Nobody's stopping me from going online!!!"

"Nobody can take Erii's game console away!!!"

"It's time for these old fogies to see what the iron fist of the internet age revolution really is!"

Once the flames of revolution are ignited, they can never be extinguished.

Especially when the ultimate goal of this revolution is to defend the fundamental human right of "freedom to access the internet".

Su Mo felt full of energy, as if he had been possessed by a violent buff called "Internet Disconnection Fear".

He is no longer that lazy bum who just wants to eat and wait to die; he is now a revolutionary mentor who resists tyranny, the sole inheritor of the otaku spirit, and the chief guardian of Erii's gaming rights!

No, we can't just sit here and wait to die!

Su Mo paced back and forth in the room, the floorboards creaking under his feet, as if playing a mournful background music for him.

He knew very well that he didn't have much time left.

Three days.

The summer festival three days later is the deadline for those old fogies to physically disconnect the internet.

He had to fight his way out within three days, leading his only revolutionary comrade!

Thinking of this, he suddenly turned around and looked at Erii, who was sitting in the corner, intently applying a screen protector to a game cartridge, with a gaze he had never shown before.

"Comrade Erii!"