Neurolink System in the Modern World

The masked man stood up from his chair, stretching his legs before slowly walking towards the severed head.

"How is this possible?" Bak Yongso asked, his expression filled with confusion and fear. It was illogical; a human should not be able to live after having their head sliced off.

"Nothing is impossible for me. I'm currently controlling your blood flow to maintain your life for at least a couple of minutes. But you will die for real if I don't connect your head to your body," the masked man spoke, his voice devoid of emotion.

"What do you want from me? I would do everything just please help me!" Bak Yongso replied with a pleading crying face.

"The Dragon Crystals. Where did you get it?" The masked man asked.

Bak Yongso's eyes darted nervously, his severed head appearing even more vulnerable as he spoke, "I don't know. They just delivered the drugs to me. I have no idea where they came from exactly."

"Oh, then you're useless," The masked man sighed. "Bye now,"

Bak Yongso's eyes widened with fear, realizing the gravity of his situation. Desperation filled his voice as he pleaded, "No! Wait! I have some information!"

He hoped that this information might buy him a chance at survival. Despite the absurdity of the situation, the masked man's abilities were beyond human logic, so Bak Yongso clung to any hope of survival.

"I'm listening,"

"I don't know exactly where the drugs came from, but I had my men investigate, and we found out it was somewhere near the North border. So, I'm guessing the drugs came from the North."

The masked man took in the information with a thoughtful expression in his jet-black eyes, contemplating the implications of Bak Yongso's words.

"Is that all?"

Bak Yongso, desperate to save his life, continued, "All the information is in my vault behind that painting. The password is 15532. Take everything from the vault; just let me live!"

The masked man nodded and walked towards the vault to try the combination. The vault door opened, revealing a massive amount of cash, along with some gold and diamonds. But he didn't even flinch at the sight of such wealth, as if it meant nothing to him.

What he was looking for was the file. He opened the folder and read it with a satisfied nod.

"Good job getting this much info," the masked man said, putting the folder into his bag.

Bak Yongso felt a surge of elation at the prospect of being freed from the masked man's control.

"So I'm safe?" he asked, hope and relief evident in his tone.

"You're free from me," The masked man replied.

"Thank ...."

However, instead of the anticipated second chance in life, Bak Yongso experienced a sudden, horrifying turn of events. The blood from his neck burst forth, and a wave of darkness overcame him as his brain functions abruptly shut down. The promised freedom turned into an unexpected, grim fate.

"Don't worry, Mom. I promised to get more power so I could save you," the masked man whispered to himself, his fists clenched in a silent vow. The determination in his eyes spoke volumes about the depth of his commitment to saving his mother.

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"What happened here?" I mused to myself as I scanned the bloodied hallway. I had received information from the old man, who was once the gang leader of Damien's group about this place.

I spared him back then with the intention of turning him into my puppet to gather information about various criminal organizations. And this location was deliberately chosen due to its distance from the city, and the huge numbers of gangsters guarding the place.

However, instead of finding a dungeon filled with mobs , all I could see were a bunch of dead people who looked like they had been hit by a truck. It was a brutal scene, and it seemed the person who did it was also a gifted individual with telekinetic abilities.

Just tallying up the casualties in this hallway soured my mood. Not because I felt pity for them, but rather because I considered their deaths a waste. If they were destined to die anyway, they might as well have been killed by me so they could contribute to my EXP. Talk about inefficient use of resources.

'The person who did this is crazy,' I thought to myself. Unlike me, I wouldn't resort to smashing these people into the wall and floor like a total maniac. Instead, I would kill them by choking their necks, ending it quickly. This place might be far from the city, but it's not like the island where I could massacre people to my heart's content.

'Well, they did say that the more you unlock the mind, the crazier you will become' I sighed and turned around.

There was no use for me to stay here and risk encountering another sadistic gifted.

I would be much more productive if I went to the next location. I just hoped I wouldn't end up seeing more dead bodies again.

With that, my crow flew out of the window. I wasn't dumb enough to enter a mansion myself without scouting the area first, so I observed everything from the very beginning through my crow's eyes while keeping a safe distance.

After cutting my connection with the crow, my vision returned to normal, and I found myself seated beside the old man inside his luxurious car.

"Let's go to the next location," I commanded.

"Yes, Master ," The old man bowed his head and signaled his driver.

As the car cruised along the highway, my intuition was hinting me of something big brewing in the horizon.

The number of people I meet with special abilities seemed to be increasing, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something huge was about to unfold. Tonight alone, after dealing with Rei Mei, another Gifted went on a rampage in that mansion.

I doubted the government or even Cerebrum would allow that powerful gifted to act recklessly. So, whoever that person was, either a new unregistered gifted or someone powerful enough to not care about getting the attention from those who have the authority.

Regardless, I believe staying away from crazy Gifteds was the safest course of action for now.