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

After the physical escape attempt failed completely, Su Mo lay motionless on the tatami mat for an entire day.

He figured it out.

Forcing your way in is tantamount to suicide.

Trying to outlast these muscular, black-suited hunks who can teleport out from behind bamboo is like an old man eating poison, or someone who's tired of living.

I'm devastated. o(╥﹏╥)o

Since we can't out-strength them, we have to use our brains.

knowledge is power.

Su Mo sprang to his feet with a somersault, his eyes revealing a resolute determination to take the postgraduate entrance exam.

He found the middle-aged woman who looked like a housekeeper and, in what he considered the most humble, harmless, and childlike tone, made a request.

"Um... Auntie, you see, I'm new here, and I don't know much about this place... oh no, I don't know much about this world."

"In order to better, more comprehensively, and more deeply fulfill my glorious mission as an older brother, may I request to read some... um, introductory books?"

"For example, 'One Hundred Questions on the Brief History of Dragon Raja,' 'Word of Power: From Beginner to Expert,' or 'How to Live Harmoniously with Your Monster Sister,'"

He thought the other party would brush him off with an excuse like "the information is confidential and unauthorized personnel are not allowed to view it".

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged woman simply glanced at him calmly and bowed slightly.

"It's a good thing that the young master has a thirst for knowledge. I'll go and make preparations right away."

Half an hour later, a thick stack of books and scrolls, smelling musty and old, was carried into the room by two maids.

The efficiency is frighteningly high.

Su Mo's heart skipped a beat.

My stomach hurts.

This doesn't feel right!!!

They agreed so easily? There's definitely something fishy going on here!

These people don't want him to study; they want to teach him a lesson, a terrifying lesson in making him face reality and obey!

Su Mo casually flipped to the top book, "A Study on the Origins of Japanese Mixed Races," with a gold-embossed cover.

The very first sentence almost completely recombined his DNA.

The world once belonged to the dragon.

Su Mo: "..."

Help! ! !

What kind of ridiculous chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) setting is this?

He continued reading with the mindset of someone reading a fantasy novel, his expression shifting from confusion to shock, and then to numbness.

Dragons are not myths; they are a real, super-civilization.

The so-called hybrids are the offspring of humans and dragons, with dragon blood flowing in their veins, and can use a superpower called "Word Spirit".

Those who ruled the top of this world pyramid were several first-generation Dragon Kings.

Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire.

Leviathan, the king of the ocean and water.

Fenrir, king of the earth and mountains.

King of the Sky and Wind... (Incomplete information)

And, the White King, the king of spirits and dreams.

Su Mo's hand trembled slightly when he saw the words "White King".

The book says that the White King is an unprecedented spiritual monarch who can weave dreams with words and manipulate people's hearts with his gaze.

But he perished.

Cause of the fall: unknown.

"Don't understand my ass!!!" Su Mo cursed inwardly. "Isn't this just a gang war where the boss gets killed and then they claim it was a sudden heart attack?!"

He was now 100% certain that his so-called "descendant of the White King" identity was not proof of noble blood at all, but a death warrant stuck to his forehead!

He was the target that all the Dragon Kings wanted to kill or capture for research and dissection!

The Snake-Headed Eight Families, the behemoth that controls Japan's mixed-race society, is the largest gathering place of the White King's bloodline.

They are not protecting him.

They are hoarding a dangerous trump card!

The entire audience remained silent for three seconds.

Su Mo felt like she was about to burst out laughing.

Hahahaha, what an amazing start!

He started with a prestigious background, but ended up being the descendant of a globally wanted criminal!

The story begins with a cute little sister, who turns out to be a mobile nuclear bomb capable of destroying the world!

You start by moving into a luxurious manor, only to find out it's a top-tier prison without even Wi-Fi!

Do you want this good fortune?!

He slammed the tattered book to the ground, but still felt unsatisfied, so he picked it up, carefully dusted it off, and put it back on the table.

There was no other way; this was the only channel he could obtain information from right now.

For the next few hours, he was like a man on drugs, frantically absorbing these mind-blowing common sense facts.

Words of power, serial numbers from 1 to 111+, the later the number, the more terrifying the power.

The Dragon Wars have a bloody history spanning thousands of years, with fighting being as commonplace as eating a meal.

The Snake Clan is a complex group of factions, including the Tachibana Clan, the Genji Clan, and the Fuma Clan. It's as lively as a marketplace, with members practically fighting tooth and nail with each other.

The more knowledge Su Mo gained, the colder her heart became.

He finally realized what a shoddy world he had been thrown into.

A group of psychopaths with divine powers are playing a never-ending game of "Mortal Kombat" on Earth in the most primitive and savage way.

And he was the free character who got killed by minions within the first minute of the game.

Late at night.

Su Mo rubbed her throbbing temples, feeling like her brain was about to burn out.

He was about to finish his studies for the day and go to his dreams to complain to the Duke of Zhou about this messed-up world.

Just as he was about to put the last, most worn-out parchment scroll back, a term suddenly caught his eye.

Regarding the "trial"

Su Mo's heart stirred, and she unrolled the scroll.

The handwriting on the scroll was messy, like someone's research notes.

Serial Number: 111

"Word of Power Name: Judgment".

"Holder: Erii Uesugi"

Su Mo's breath hitched.

He stared wide-eyed and continued reading.

Effect description: ...

The description section contained only one word.

A word written in scarlet ink, seemingly carrying the scent of blood.

To obliterate.

Su Mo's mind went blank with a buzz.

Annihilation?

What does that mean?

Is that what I meant?

Is it the kind of thing where, with a "biu," a person is gone, and everything—from the physical to the conceptual, from existence to memory—is wiped clean?

That's hilarious!

This is even more powerful than Death's Notebook!

He stiffly raised his head, like a rusty robot, and slowly turned to the other end of the room.

Erii was wearing headphones and sitting cross-legged on the carpet.

She held the old game console in her hands, her body swaying gently and rhythmically to the beat of the music.

She seemed to have reached a certain level; her small nose wrinkled slightly, and she made cute nasal sounds like "Hmm... Hmm..." as her fingers rapidly tapped the buttons.

Moonlight streamed through the paper window, bathing her in a soft glow.

Quiet.

pure.

It's as beautiful as a painting.

However, when Su Mo looked at the painting, he felt a chill run from the soles of his feet, up his spine, and all the way to the top of his head.

He finally understood completely.

The Snake-Headed Eight Family didn't leave him here to act as a "tranquilizer."

He's like a fuse.

A disposable item designed to prevent this humanoid nuclear bomb from accidentally pressing the "annihilation" button in a bad mood.

He is not the guardian of the monster.

damn it.

He's the plastic safety buckle on the monster switch that breaks easily with a snap.