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

Erii was encouraged by what she saw.

She pulled out a whole box of cookies, transformed into a master of hidden weapons, and began to throw them wildly at the group.

"Whoosh—!"

Chocolate-flavored bear cookies, strawberry-flavored sandwich cookies, and even a few Pocky sticks.

The guards were forced to retreat by the rain of biscuits, their faces filled with humiliation and bewilderment.

They were the most elite guards of the Snake Clan, but now they were being beaten so badly by a red-haired little girl with snacks that they couldn't even lift their heads.

"Snake! This way! Quick!"

Otacon finally regained some composure amidst the chaos and pointed to a small door at the end of the corridor, shouting.

"That's the garbage collection driveway leading to the backyard!"

"Okay!"

Overjoyed, Su Mo picked up the clothes hanger and sped towards the door.

Just as he was about to reach the door.

"boom--!"

With a loud crash, the small door made of alloy caved inward and deformed, as if it had been slammed into from the outside by a prehistoric beast.

A tall, imposing figure emerged from behind the deformed door.

He was a burly man over two meters tall, wearing a traditional kendo uniform, his muscles bulging the clothes, and a terrifying scar on his face that stretched from his forehead to his chin.

He didn't look at anyone else; his gaze was fixed on the dragon bone cross on Su Mo's shoulder, and his voice was as loud as a bell.

"Put it down."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable air of authority.

Su Mo felt as if he were being targeted by an enraged lion king.

He swallowed hard, looking at the elite monster in front of him whose appearance was clearly off, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Help! Why is there a boss battle?"

Su Mo felt like a newbie who had wandered into the wrong movie set in a game and stepped into the beginner village of a max-level player's map.

The burly man with the scarred face in front of me was practically covered in labels – he had an incredibly thick health bar and could kill someone with a single strike.

"Um... big brother..."

Su Mo forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, attempting a final struggle.

"Let's talk this out. Fighting is so uncivilized. Look how tiring it is carrying this clothes hanger. Why don't you help me carry it for a bit?"

The scarred, burly man, who was also the head of the executive bureau of the Snake Clan, Genzaburo Takeda, didn't even frown.

His gaze, like two cold searchlights, was fixed on Su Mo and the dragon bone on his shoulder.

"You have three seconds."

Takeda's voice was calm, but it carried a heavy pressure that could crush a person.

"one."

"Hey! Hey! Hey!!! Don't go so fast! This countdown is illegal! How can you not give the villain... no, the protagonist time to react!"

Su Mo was so anxious she was jumping up and down, her mind screaming in frustration.

Help!

Why isn't this NPC following the script?! Doesn't he even give me any dialogue options?!

"two."

Takeda raised his right hand, which was bigger than Su Mo's face and covered in calluses.

Su Mo had no doubt that if that slap landed, his head would explode like a watermelon.

"Otacon! Quick! Use your wisdom to think of a solution!!!" Su Mo desperately appealed to his ally on the ground for help.

"I... I think we should surrender..." Otacon was already rolling his eyes.

At this critical moment.

"Whoosh."

A small, dark cube, accompanied by a slight whistling sound, flew precisely to Takeda's feet.

It's Erii.

She had silently moved to Su Mo's side without him noticing, holding a few chocolate-filled cookies in her small hands.

Takeda glanced down at the cookies at his feet, then looked up at Erii's expressionless face.

His expression changed for the first time.

It wasn't anger, nor contempt, but a deep, bewildering sense of utter disbelief.

What is this?

[A new school of concealed weapon techniques? Poisoned needles hidden in cookies? Or is this a blatantly disrespectful warning?]

He dared not move, fearing that this small cookie might be some kind of high-tech bomb.

Erii, seeing that he didn't react, assumed that her attack had failed.

She silently took back the remaining cookies.

Then, she picked up her beloved handheld console.

On the screen was a fighting game she had just finished playing.

Two large, golden letters flashed on the screen: PK.

Perfect Knockout.

A perfect knockout.

The victory icon was still spinning brilliantly on the screen, with a picture of a battered and bruised opponent in the background.

Takeda Genzaburo looked at the two unfamiliar golden symbols, then at Erii's pure, emotionless golden eyes.

A chill ran from his tailbone straight up to the top of his head.

He couldn't understand what it was.

But he could sense the destructive aura emanating from Erii, a feeling that had begun to stir restlessly because her brother was in danger.

He misunderstood.

He thought that Erii was issuing him an ultimatum in a way he couldn't understand—

"Move again, and you'll end up like that guy on the screen."

"I'm blown away! Sis, you're so cool! Are you challenging him to a duel?!"

Su Mo's brain circuits are clearly not on the same wavelength as normal people.

But he knew his chance had come!

"Now! Run!!!"

He roared and hurled the clothes rack on his shoulder like a spear in the opposite direction from Takeda!

"Whoosh—Clang!!!"

The heavy dragon bone cross slammed against the wall at the end of the corridor with a loud bang, successfully attracting everyone's attention.

Taking advantage of the moment when Takeda turned around, Su Mo pounced like a hungry tiger, picked up Otacon who was still standing there in a daze, tucked him under her arm, grabbed Erii with her other hand, and ran away.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Keep up with that flying clothes hanger!"

He now has only one goal: the garbage collection channel that the doctor pointed out earlier!

Stop him!!!

Takeda was the first to react, letting out a roar.

But it was too late.

Su Mo suddenly had a desperate will to survive, and ran faster than an Olympic champion, rushing to the corner of the corridor in the blink of an eye.

"This way! This is it!"

Otacon was almost suffocating from being squeezed so tightly, yet he still dutifully gave directions.

At the end of the corridor was a small iron door leading outside.

Su Mo kicked the door open, and a pungent smell of kitchen waste and disinfectant hit her.

Outside the gate was a small backyard, and a garbage truck emitting a foul stench was parked against the yard wall.

A driver wearing a mask, who was actually the mole planted by the doctor, was frantically waving at them.

"Get in the car quickly!!!"

"Chase!!!"

The footsteps behind me grew closer.

Su Mo ran to the back of the car and, without saying a word, threw the Otacon in her arms into the carriage like a sack of potatoes.

"Oh! My back!"

Immediately afterwards, he picked up Erii and placed her steadily on the bed.

"Brother?" Erii tilted her head, seemingly curious about the new environment.