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

"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."

Toy...

Defective product.

These two words were like two red-hot branding irons, branding them fiercely onto Su Mo's soul.

He couldn't remember how the two burly men in black escorted him back to his room.

His entire brain was buzzing, in a state of shutdown, and everything in front of him was blurry and unreal, as if seen through a layer of frosted glass.

The appraisal report of the failed product, along with Hasegawa's contemptuous gaze, was like a recurring nightmare of brainwashing, playing over and over again in his mind.

When he returned to that familiar Japanese-style room like a zombie.

He found Erii sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, hugging her knees, waiting for him. She wasn't playing games or looking at her drawing board.

When she saw him come in, a tiny glint of light flashed in the girl's beautiful ruby ​​eyes.

She stood up, intending to walk towards him, but seeing his dejected appearance as if he had been attacked by the whole world, she hesitated and stopped, only looking at him with worry in her clear eyes.

Su Mo tugged at the corners of her mouth, trying to force a smile, only to find her face stiff as a rock.

He didn't say anything, but silently walked to the bedside, and then slumped down like a lump of mud, staring blankly at the ceiling.

We're doomed.

Barbie Q is here.

I was hoping to awaken some awesome Word of Power and stage a classic story of fortunes changing every thirty years, and never underestimate a young man's potential.

Reality slapped him in the face, telling him: Wake up, you're not a teenager, you're poverty itself.

The concentration of dragon's blood is 0.003%.

Goodness, this has even less beef chunks than Master Kong braised beef noodles!!!

[Also, disposable toys...]

Screw your toys! You're the toy, your whole family is Toy Story!

Su Mo roared inwardly, but on the surface, he remained motionless, exuding a strong aura of salted fish.

The room was deathly silent, except for Su Mo's heavy breathing.

After a while, he felt his clothes being gently tugged.

He knew it was Erii without even looking.

He didn't move, remaining upright like a corpse.

Her clothes were tugged again.

Su Mo turned over, turning the back of his head towards her.

"Leave me alone, I just want some peace and quiet. And don't ask me who Jingjing is."

Just as he was feeling withdrawn, a small pink cell phone was handed to him.

On the screen was a line of text typed in cute font.

"Brother, are you unhappy?"

Su Mo didn't even lift his eyelids, and snorted through his nose.

"Nonsense, the medical report said I'm less researchable than a dog. Would you be happy if you were in my shoes?" he muttered listlessly.

The phone screen went dark, then lit up again after a while, and was handed to him.

"dog?"

It was followed by a confused emoji with its head tilted to the side (?_?).

Su Mo: ...

Okay, I forgot she's a girl from another world. Talking to her about this is like casting pearls before swine.

He sighed and decided to change the subject, while also taking the opportunity to perform his duties as a human-shaped accessory.

He spent the entire afternoon trying to have an in-depth conversation with Erii.

"Besides playing video games, what else do you like to do?"

Erii thought for a moment, then typed on her phone: "Watch a movie."

"Oh? What kind of movies do you like? Horror, romance, or... action?" Su Mo asked, winking.

Erii blinked, seemingly trying to understand the meaning of an action movie, then silently typed two words: "Monster".

Su Mo: ... Okay, it's quite childlike.

"Then... can you speak? I mean, the kind of speaking with your mouth," Su Mo asked, clinging to her last shred of hope.

Erii looked at him, a faint, almost imperceptible sadness flashing in her eyes. She didn't type anything, but simply shook her head gently.

At that moment, Su Mo felt as if something had suddenly stabbed her in the heart.

He finally confirmed that this unbelievably beautiful girl was a prisoner trapped in a silent world.

All her emotions, all her thoughts, all her joys and sorrows, could only be expressed on that small phone screen and drawing board.

The conversation reached a stalemate, and Su Mo also found it boring.

He paced aimlessly around the room, when his gaze was suddenly drawn to a thick stack of art books in the corner.

"Did you draw all of these?" he asked, pointing to the sketchbook.

Erii nodded.

Su Mo became interested, so he walked over and casually picked up the top book.

The cover of the art book is adorable; it features a pink cartoon duck.

"Quite girly," Su Mo smiled and casually turned to the first page.

Then, his smile froze on his face.

The drawing paper didn't depict any flowers, plants, cats, or dogs at all.

It was a ferocious dragon with white bone wings. Its body was pierced by countless black chains, dripping with blood. It was roaring silently to the sky, its eyes filled with pain and struggle.

The art style is sharp and violent, filled with an atmosphere of despair, which forms a shocking contrast with the cute cover.

Su Mo's heart sank, and he quickly flipped backward.

The second page depicts a burning city, the sky stained blood red, and countless skyscrapers collapsing in black flames. Atop the ruins stands a solitary red figure whose face is obscured.

The third page depicts an ocean with towering waves, and on the crests of the tsunami, distorted and painful human faces emerge, as if the entire ocean were composed of vengeful spirits.

Page 4.

Page 5.

Each image, each page, is filled with bizarre and fantastical monsters of all shapes and sizes, depicting apocalyptic scenes, scenes brimming with destruction and death.

Su Mo's back was already soaked with cold sweat without her realizing it.

For the first time, he glimpsed a small part of the quiet girl's inner world.

What a violent, desperate, and terrifying world it was!

He finally understood what the unstable force that Uesugi Ken and Hasegawa had been talking about really was.

That's not a disease at all!

She herself is a natural disaster!!! A walking, human apocalypse!!!

This seemingly innocent and harmless girl has a mind filled with terrifying images that could destroy the world a hundred times over.

Su Mo felt his throat go dry, and he looked up at Erii.

But he found that the girl had already stood beside him at some point, quietly watching him.

Her eyes remained completely calm, as if the apocalyptic scenes in those paintings were as ordinary to her as eating and drinking.

Just then, Erii snatched the sketchbook from his hand and picked up her own drawing board and pen.

She lowered her head and quickly sketched on the canvas.

This time, she drew a gigantic, pitch-black monster whose face was indistinct, with only a blurry outline visible.

The oppressive aura of the monster, conveyed through just a few simple lines, was overwhelming, making Su Mo feel suffocated.

After finishing the drawing, Erii looked up and used her delicate little finger to first point at the huge black monster on the drawing paper.

Then, she moved her finger over and gently touched her heart.

After doing all this.

Erii picked up the pink phone, slowly typed a line of text on the screen, and handed it to Su Mo.

"Sakura and the monster, only one can live."