Neurolink System in the Modern World

In that memory, she had called me the most special person on Earth, and the only thing I could connect to that level of uniqueness was the system itself.

\'Damn it, even with all my passive skills, I still can\'t draw any good conclusions. Maybe I should seek out my mom for answers?\' An idea suddenly popped into my mind.

To be honest, I had been content without the prospect of meeting her again, but that dream had piqued my curiosity about her.

There had always been a shroud of mystery surrounding my mother. While there was nothing particularly remarkable about my father\'s side of the family, my mother\'s side remained enigmatic.

I knew my grandparents on my father\'s side were no longer alive, but what about my mother side? There might be relatives somewhere I wasn\'t aware of.

For all I know, I could belong to an ancient family with a thousand-year history. Maybe my grandfather was one of those powerful figures from typical manhwa, who could demolish mountains with just a flick of his finger.

\'No, that\'s impossible. If he could do that, he would have found me already and not let me suffer for years,\' I chuckled to myself. Sometimes, my imagination takes me on wild journeys from time to time.

\'I should ask Elaine to help me find a reputable private detective,\' I mentally noted to add this task to my to-do list.

I was currently occupied with finding ways to become stronger, so I didn\'t want to handle the search for my mother personally. It would be too time-consuming, and hiring a professional would likely be a more efficient approach.

After taking a shower, I looked around my room, considering my next plans.

I took my time to get ready, putting on a semi-formal grey jacket and black pants. I had two important meetings scheduled for the day, so I needed to look presentable. To complete my look, I added a silver Rolex watch and a gold chain.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I noticed that my hair had grown a bit longer, but it didn\'t significantly change my appearance. If anything, it made me look more mature.

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"Good morning, Mr. Zyden," a man who appeared to be a typical office worker greeted me as we sat inside a restaurant. This man was one of my loyal employees .

And when I mentioned "loyal employees," I actually meant slaves. Of course, they were not aware that I was already exerting influence over them. In their minds, they believed they were loyal to me because I appeared to be a benevolent person.

"Did you set it up?" I asked.

"Yes, Mr. Zyden, I managed to rent an entire island resort for two days," he replied.

"Good. Here\'s the list of tasks for you. I\'ll be heading to the location a day before the scheduled meeting to tied up some loose ends, while your responsibility is to ensure that no one is present at the resort except for the staff," I instructed.

"Yes, Mr. Zyden," he responded obediently.

"Good," I acknowledged with a nod, content with his compliance.

After our meeting, I headed to the barbershop for a quick haircut. My long hair was starting to get in the way, so I decided to try a new look and opted for a shorter hairstyle.

With my new haircut, I made my way to the second meeting, which was in the location Elaine had mentioned. She had informed me that the owner\'s assistant was already waiting for us.

A 15-minute drive later , I arrived at a five-story building. Below it, there was a standard commercial area, with a bank on the first floor and a couple of insurance office. It seemed like the perfect location for my fake investment company.

"Right this way, Mr. Zyden," Elaine greeted me with a professional smile. In public, she played the role of my assistant, so she refrained from using any intimate terms.

Accompanying her was another woman in her 50s, whom I assumed to be the assistant of the owner of this location.

She led us to the second floor, and after a few minutes of walking, I finally laid eyes on the office space.

It was rather plain and needed some improvements, but just by looking at it, I could already envision how I wanted to transform this office.

"Do you like it?" the assistant inquired.

"Yeah, I like it. But I really want to meet the owner," I decided to exert my influence on her. Assistant or not, having direct control over the owner would give me more freedom.

"Alright, I will call her for you," she replied, complying with my request.

\'Her? So the owner is a woman. I hope she\'s beautiful,\' I muttered to myself as I started to explore the office. I began brainstorming ways to design the entire space according to my preferences.

"Elaine, I\'d like you to hire an interior designer for me," I mentioned while taking in the view outside through the large windows.

"Yes, Mr. Zyden," she replied respectfully.

"And also, find me a reliable Private Investigator, I want the best" I added.

"Alright," she nodded, but as I turned to face her, I noticed she appeared somewhat flustered and a bit embarrassed.

It seemed like she was struggling to maintain a professional demeanor in my presence. I could sense in her eyes that she wanted to embrace me, but she held back.

"I\'ll reward you once we\'re done here," I said, gently patting her head and giving her a kiss. The assistant was already under my influence, so there was no need to hold back.