Neurolink System in the Modern World

"Please stop," Guk Kwan pleaded, his voice trembling. "I'm begging you... I can't really remember."

"What, you bullied so many people that you can't even remember?" I chuckled at his attempt to act pitiful. I was enjoying my payback, and I had no intention of letting him off the hook that easily.

"How about telling me names, one by one? You can either get it wrong or you might hit the jackpot and figure out who I am. I might even consider letting you go if that happens." I said with a sinister grin, making the situation simultaneously humorous and frightening .

Guk Kwan's face showed a glimmer of hope after hearing my words about potentially letting him go. This was the perfect opportunity for me to break him down slowly and extract everything I needed from him.

"Cho So" he answered.

"Wrong!" I burst into laughter as I clenched my fist and delivered a punch to his stomach.

"Argh!" He groaned in agony and began to vomit from the excruciating pain. Getting hit in the stomach hurt like a bitch.

"One more time, they say the third time's the charm," I encouraged him with a tap on his shoulder, a hint of sarcasm in my voice.

"Ju Chul," he gritted his teeth as if wishing to get it right.

"Wrong again!" I raised my two hands and slapped his ears simultaneously.

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His face contorted with pain and frustration as I struck his ears. He groaned, disoriented and clearly struggling to focus. His eyes darted around, desperately seeking any hint that might help him recall my name.

"You're so stupid," I taunted, emphasizing each word as I towered over him. "That my bare fist isn't enough to get through to you."

I could see the mixture of humiliation and terror in his eyes as I berated him. The power I had over him, both physically and mentally, was intoxicating. But I wasn't done with him yet; I was going to break him, piece by piece, until he remembered my name.

As I stood up, I surveyed the room for something that could make our little interrogation session more interesting. My eyes fell on a tennis racket tucked away in the corner . With a wicked grin, I walked over and snatched it up.

Guk Kwan's eyes widened in terror as he saw me brandishing the tennis racket like a weapon.

"Don't even think about running or I'll shoot you with my gun," I teased, waving the tennis racket in a playful manner. Guk Kwan seemed to have taken my words seriously.

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"Please don't shoot me," he pleaded, his eyes wide with fear as he believed I held a real firearm. My power over him had grown stronger than I'd ever imagined.

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I couldn't help but chuckle at his reaction. My suggestion had worked better than I'd anticipated. I already knew that I could create illusions using my words, as I had tried it with Alyssa when I wanted her to see me as my old fat self.

However, trying it out with someone who was not fully dominated yet lowered my chances of success. The fact that he was influenced by something so illogical, like thinking that I was holding a real gun instead of a tennis racket, meant that he was absolutely fearful of me.

"Now, let's try this again," I continued, a malicious smile playing on my lips. "What's my name?"

"Zyden!" Guk Kwan replied, his voice trembling as he covered his face, still afraid that I might harm him if he answered incorrectly.

But this time, he guessed it right.

I paused for a moment after hearing my name. My heart ached for a bit, but in just a matter of seconds, that pain turned into annoyance. Guk Kwan's recognition of my name had sparked a mixture of emotions within me.

"Bingo," I forced a smile .

Hearing me said it, Guk Kwan slowly locked gaze on me, his face was filled with shock after hearing me confirm it.The revelation seemed to have hit him like a ton of bricks, and he couldn't hide the surprise on his face.

"You're... Zyden?" He asked again in disbelief,

It seemed like the idea of me being the same person he used to bully was even more difficult for him to fathom than the existence of aliens. I couldn't blame him for his reaction; I had transformed into the complete opposite of my old self.

I was now more confident, more handsome, more powerful, smarter—a better version of myself in almost every way. Of course, I had also become somewhat of a psycho, but that was just an inevitable side effect of all the powers I had acquired. Unlike those fictional MCs in novels who somehow resist abusing their powers, I'm just an average guy, and let's face it, I'm bound to go a little power-hungry.

"That's right, so how does it feel to be on the receiving end for once?" I asked, chuckling lightly.

He was clearly taken aback by my sudden words. He didn't need to be a genius to realize that I was here for payback.

"Zyden… I did not mean to bully you… Your uncle... That's right, your uncle paid us to bully you," he explained in his defense.

"My uncle?" I chuckled as I heard that word again. Everyone seemed to be blaming him for everything. He would have dozens of horns already in hell with this much blame shifting.

"But you're still the one who punched me in the face almost every day, the one who made me drink toilet water, the one who stripped me of my clothes for everyone to see. Are you saying that my uncle told you to do all of that in detail?" I asked him, my voice cold. I was talking more calmly now, but for some reason, I appeared even scarier in his eyes.

"It's not my fault….. I promise.. Please forgive me….., I was just following orders from him. If you want to blame someone, then blame him," he kept protesting, his words making me more irritated.

To be honest, I wanted to kill him right now, but he still had some use to me, as I could use him to track down my other bullies. So, I couldn't do that just yet.

"Don't worry, he's already dead, and if you don't follow everything I say from now on, I will send you to join him in hell."