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

Su Mo felt that the gloom in his heart had just been dispelled a little by Erii's smile, and before he could even sit down properly, that damned paper door was pulled open again.

This time, it wasn't the head maid who came in, but two burly men in black who looked exactly like they had been copied and pasted.

Young Master Uesugi Mo, please come with us.

One of the burly men spoke, his voice as rough and hard as his physique, devoid of any emotion.

Su Mo's heart skipped a beat.

Seriously, officer? We just got to know each other, and now we're already going through the formalities?

He glanced at Erii and noticed that the girl had also raised her head, a hint of unease appearing in her beautiful ruby ​​eyes for the first time. She instinctively gripped Su Mo's sleeve, seemingly unwilling to let him leave.

"Um...where are you going?" Su Moqian asked with a smile.

A routine physical examination. The burly man spoke succinctly.

Well, there's no escaping it.

Su Mo gave Erii a reassuring smile that said, "I'm fine, I'll be right back," then gently pried open her small hands and, accompanied by two burly men who could practically escort her, walked out of the room.

He thought he would be taken to some quaint, old-fashioned clinic, but after following the two guys through a maze of turns, he ended up in an elevator hidden behind a mural.

The elevator descended rapidly, and Su Mo felt her eardrums buzzing.

Good heavens, did they hollow out the ground beneath this manor and build a beehive? He couldn't help but mentally rant.

The moment the elevator doors opened, Su Mo was completely stunned by the sight before her.

This isn't some kind of clinic, it's practically a secret base from a science fiction movie!

As far as the eye could see, there was a long corridor made of white alloy, so shiny it reflected one's image. Various sophisticated instruments he couldn't understand were embedded in the walls, gleaming with a ghostly blue light. A faint smell of disinfectant permeated the air, cold and chilling.

Every now and then, staff members dressed in white lab coats would hurry past him, each with a serious expression, as if the sky were falling and it wouldn't concern them.

My goodness! This level of technology is probably even more advanced than Stark Industries, isn't it? Su Mo was like a country bumpkin visiting the Grand View Garden, her eyes almost couldn't take it all in.

He was led to the door of a room with a sign that read "Gene Research Room 3".

The burly man pushed him inside, then stood guard at the door like a gatekeeper.

Inside the room, a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, who looked refined but whose eyes were as sharp as a scalpel, was already waiting.

Uesugi Mo? The man didn't even look up, just stared at the tablet in his hand, his voice icy cold.

Ah, yes. Su Mo nodded.

"I'm the doctor in charge of your genetic sequencing, Hasegawa." The man pushed up his glasses, took off his shirt, and lay down on the testing table.

His tone was like ordering a frog that was about to be dissected.

Su Mo was extremely unwilling, but after glancing at the two doormen at the entrance, she wisely chose to cooperate.

When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.

For the next hour, Su Mo felt like she had been completely turned into a guinea pig.

I had my blood drawn, saliva collected, and an EEG performed. I was even scanned several times from head to toe by a huge circular machine.

Hasegawa remained silent throughout, simply recording various data with a blank expression. His gaze made it seem as if Su Mo was not a person, but a walking mass of proteins and carbohydrates.

Alright, get dressed and wait over there.

After completing the last test, Hasegawa left those words behind, took Su Mo's blood sample, and walked into a completely enclosed laboratory next door.

Su Mo sat listlessly on the cold metal bench, her heart pounding with anxiety.

Although he had accepted his tragic fate as a human tranquilizer, to be honest, he still held onto a tiny sliver of hope.

What if?

What if I am actually a once-in-a-century genius, but my bloodline is temporarily dormant and needs a little stimulation to awaken?

At that time, you can use the Word of Power: Time Zero, Word of Power: Monarch's Flame, and so on, just like that. Wouldn't that be incredibly cool?!

Even if it's not that amazing, a "Word of Power: Another Bottle" would be great too. Then I won't have to worry about not having a drink while eating instant noodles anymore!

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, as if he could already see himself wielding the Flame of the Emperor in his left hand and the Frostmourne in his right, leading Erii to punch the Nanshan Nursing Home and kick the Beihai Kindergarten... oh wait, I mean, his invincible figure traversing the four seas.

Just as he was lost in his beautiful fantasy, the laboratory door opened.

Hasegawa came out, holding a freshly printed report in his hand.

Su Mo immediately sat up straight, her heart pounding in her chest, like a lottery player waiting for the draw.

However, Hasegawa's expression was like someone who had spent two dollars on a lottery ticket and found out they had won.

No, it's even uglier than that.

It was a complex expression, a mixture of extreme disappointment, contempt, and disgust.

He walked up to Su Mo, slammed the report in his hand onto the table with a bang, and looked at her as if she were a pile of unrecyclable garbage.

This is your test result.

Hasegawa's voice was filled with undisguised contempt.

Your dragon blood concentration is as low as 0.003%. This value is even half lower than the lowest value recorded in our database.

0.003 percent? Su Mo was stunned. What did that mean?

Hasegawa gave a cold laugh, a laugh full of sarcasm.

What does that mean? Let me put it this way: if we randomly grab a dog from the roadside, the unknown genes it might contain are more valuable for research than the dragon blood in your body.

Your bloodline has degenerated to the extreme. Forget about awakening any valuable Words of Power; if you could even use Words of Power to light a mosquito coil in your entire life, that would be considered a genetic mutation.

You are a complete -

Failed product.

boom!

These three words struck Su Mo's heart like three heavy hammer blows.

The fantasies he had about Junyan, Time Zero, and another bottle vanished instantly.

o (╥﹏╥) o

The last glimmer of hope was mercilessly crushed.

It turns out he wasn't a sleeping lion, nor a hidden genius.

He's a complete waste of space.

In this world where strength reigns supreme, he is officially certified as utterly useless.

The immense sense of humiliation and powerlessness overwhelmed him like icy seawater, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Hasegawa seemed to enjoy his dejected appearance. He picked up the report and tossed it into the wastebasket next to him like trash.

Then, he turned around and, facing a young assistant walking towards him from a short distance away, complained in a low voice, just loud enough for Su Mo to hear:

"Tch, what a waste of time."

"I thought I could find a spare container, but it turned out to be a defective product that wasn't even a half-finished product."

"It seems it can only be used as a disposable toy."