Neurolink System in the Modern World

"Go get some rest," I told her as I headed to the shower to prepare. I still had some things to do; I\'m a busy person after all.

\'I\'m powerful, but I don\'t even a lot of free time,\' I sighed. I felt like the richest man alive, who had all the money but spent most of his time earning more money. Maybe someday, I would also buy my own social media just so I could post something without giving a fuck.

The cold shower felt refreshing, washing away the sweat from my previous intense actions. As the water cascaded over me, it provided a moment of relief, allowing my mind to cool down. I pondered my next steps, now armed with enough power to finally rescue my mother.

\'Did I forget someone?\' I pondered. "Oh yeah, Alice. I also need to rescue that girl," I added.

And rescuing them was just the start, I also need a plan for the aftermath.

I mean, I could not just ask them to live with me after being a fugitive. I needed to at least hide them from the eye of the public until I got enough power to fight anyone openly.

\'I need to finish that plan fast,\' I muttered to myself. That strategy was good enough to solve the issue of hiding them.

With those goals fully thought of, I wore my clothes for today—a gray jacket with a red sakura pattern on the side, black shiny pants, a silver Rolex, a thick silver chain, silver-rimmed glasses, and, to top it all off, panda-themed rubber shoes.

I ended up feeling uncomfortable not dressing well after my charisma kept increasing. It seemed that even my sense of what was stylish and what wasn\'t was affected by my charisma, so I always ended up looking like a cool protagonist in a K-drama.

After my preparation was complete, I went down to the garage to check on my beloved sports car. I saw Alyssa wiping it like a good assistant.

"Good job," I patted her butt , and she started blushing. She found enjoyment and purpose in serving me, after all.

As I slid into the sleek leather seat of my sports car, the engine roared to life with a satisfying growl. The sound of the powerful engine echoed in the garage. The dashboard lights flickered to attention, and I couldn\'t help but grin as I gripped the steering wheel.

The garage door creaked open, allowing a sliver of sunlight to pierce the dim space. With a press of the accelerator, I glided out into the morning, the tires gripping the asphalt with precision.

The wind whispered through the open windows, tousling my hair as I navigated the streets.

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As I drove for a few minutes, a building appeared on the distance—a place that held the promise of tremendous wealth for me. I smoothly parked my car in front, and a hushed murmur swept through the onlookers as I stepped out of my sports car.

The women working on the first floor couldn\'t help but blush at the sight of my handsome face. It was as if they were bitch in heat, so I playfully teased them with my charming smile.

Some women tried to approach me on my way. Of course, I engaged in conversation with them, using my suggestion to make them my puppets. This way, I could turn them into my scouts.

I planned to do this later, but these girls apparently didn\'t want to wait and tire me out. They came here on their own, like good little pawns. What eager beavers!

And like a domino effect, other women who are hesitant at first started chatting with me, while some jumped into the conversation too.

Since the first floor was all about banks and insurance, they smoothly transitioned to business talk to avoid any awkwardness. It was like my own pawn army was growing, all thanks to me being too irresistible.

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CLICK

The door swung open as I entered my very own scam... investment company.

"Welcome to Zillion Investment Company," a woman with brown hair, a charming smile, and a youthful face greeted me.

She wore a fit black blazer that screamed "money," and her makeup, just the right amount, was on point—let\'s say a solid 7/10 for her overall appearance.

Now, that\'s a pretty good score in my book, especially since my standards are up there in the clouds. By my measure, a 5 or 6 would easily be a perfect 10 for many other guys.

\'Elaine did a good job,\' I chuckled inwardly, observing another beautiful girl at the front desk. The entire office underwent a stunning transformation.

Instead of the whole floor being visible, now, after opening the first door, a room designated for entertaining customers greeted them. It added an exclusive touch, making clients believe they had to wait for an appointment, enhancing the company\'s face value.

The room also exuded luxury, with plush furniture in rich hues adorning the space. Elegant paintings and fixtures adorned the walls, casting a warm glow.

"Yeah, selling off 90% of my parents\' assets was totally worth it," I nodded to myself, giving my inner financial advisor a high-five. Because who needs blue chip stocks when you can have... well, whatever else I bought with that cash!

"Where is Elaine?" I asked her.

"Miss Elaine? Do you have an appointment with her, sir?" she asked. Her face revealed her attempt to act normal in front of me.

It seemed like this was her first job, and despite my charm, she refrained from doing anything bold, probably afraid it might get her in trouble.

"Yeah, we are close friends. My name is Zyden," I replied with a smile.

"I\'ll call her right away," she bowed her head and hurriedly entered the main office, while I waited for her.

After a couple of minutes, she ran towards me with a flustered look on her face.

"I\'m sorry for not recognizing you, BOSS!" She bowed her head.