Neurolink System in the Modern World

The condominium that came into view was quite tall, easily reaching 20 floors. It exuded a sense of grandeur and sophistication.

The well-built exterior and the entrance with its high ceiling hinted at a substantial price tag, likely falling in the range of 500 million to 1 billion Korean won. The place had an unmistakable air of luxury, and its architectural details suggested a lavish interior.

'Cerebrum pays their employees well,' I muttered to myself.

According to Yumi, Kanon had recently moved to this building, indicating that she was well compensated for her work at her new job.

It seemed Cerebrum knew how to take care of their employees, providing such luxurious benefits. I just hoped they weren't using taxpayer money to fund these fancy accommodations. After all, I wouldn't want my hard-earned cash going into someone's comfy condo fund.

But joke aside, considering all of this, I became more cautious. This place might be crawling with Cerebrum agents, it could even be their headquarters.

I decided to observe the entire first floor using my crows and trusted rodents. I wanted to check for anything suspicious in this building. After thoroughly inspecting the first floor and the ground floor parking lot, I concluded that there was nothing suspicious about it. It was just a normal Condominium building.

After ensuring the coast was clear, I confidently strolled inside, acting like I belonged there from the start.

I caught a few glances on my way, but they weren't of the suspicious kind; rather, they were drawn by my charismatic appearance.

Being too handsome had its drawbacks—I couldn't just walk casually without becoming the center of attention. It was a bit of a hassle for a humble person like me.

But it also has some pros. I breezed past the front desk, and no one bothered to inquire about my identity. My good looks automatically convince them that I was harmless, and they didn't feel the need to question me.

Reaching the elevator, I pressed the button for the 10th floor, where Kanon's place was located.

DING.

The elevator doors opened, and as I stepped into the lobby, what greeted me was a long hallway. I continued to walk forward until I reached room 1072. It was Kanon's room.

DING DONG!

To hide my identity, I didn't go directly to her door since modern doorbells often have cameras. I pressed it without showing my face. It was already late, so she should be inside her home by now.

'There's no one home?' I thought to myself. I've been waiting for three minutes already and rang the bell a couple of times. So, I used my crow to check the place, the curtains covered the windows. But it was obvious that the lights were off.

"Open," I muttered to myself and used my telekinesis to turn the knob on the other side.

The mechanical lock clicked open, and I found myself facing a dark room. On the left side of the door, I noticed a switch, but before turning it on, I made sure to put on my gloves. I couldn't afford to leave my fingerprints all over the place.

As the light brightened the room, I witnessed something beyond my wildest imagination.

'Was she trying to set a new world record for the messiest room?' I thought to myself. The books were scattered like confetti after a wild party.

The room was so messed up that my old room, in comparison, looked like a model of cleanliness. It seemed the books had declared a rebellion, staging a revolt against the orderly arrangement one might expect in a living space.

Because of this, I found myself hovering through the sea of books strewn across the floor, as if navigating a minefield on my way to the living room.

The sheer number of books scattered about made me wonder if Kanon was even a real girl to begin with. Maybe she was a cross-dresser because there's no way a woman could be this messy, or could they?

'Is this what they call a genius extrinsic antics?' I sighed to myself as I surveyed the living room.

My initial hope of finding important files began to feel like a wild goose chase. Amidst the mess, discovering any valuable information in this garbage dump would be nothing short of a miracle.

'I'll just wait for her to come home,' I thought to myself as I floated towards her bedroom after switching the lights off.

Luckily, the bed looked clean, because I would have been very annoyed if that too was in disarray.

Leaning on the bed, I had a strange suspicion that the cleanliness might just be on the surface, so I grabbed a pillow and took a whiff.

"This is... not bad!" I exclaimed. Surprisingly, the pillow smelled good, and although it wasn't brand new, it carried a pleasant hint of Kanon's scent.

"Alright, I could hang out here," I said to myself as I laid back on the bed, pulling out my phone to pass the time with some games.

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As seconds turned into minutes and then into an hour, there was still no sign of Kanon returning home.

I continued waiting for another hour, engrossed in playing my MOBA game. I was on fire, trash-talking my enemy players and effortlessly dominating every game I played.

With all my passive abilities, it felt like having a built-in cheat code running through my mind. It was pure satisfaction to see my opponents helplessly crumble before me. The anticipation of Kanon's return was momentarily forgotten in the thrill of trash talking noobs.

[Stop playing games; you don't have any future in it.]

[You play like my grandma.]

[Bro, you should go to the doctor because you're clearly blind for not having map awareness.]

CLICK

The sound of the front door opening caught my attention, prompting me to quickly close my phone and find a suitable hiding spot.

The lights in the living room flickered to life next, signaling Kanon's arrival.

'She's finally here,' I chuckled inwardly, preparing to take control of her body using my Mind Link.

However, as I attempted to connect with her, I was met with an unexpected obstacle. I couldn't detect her presence at all through my Mind-Link, indicating that my previous suggestion had been disabled.

With my first option out of the table, I prepared myself to use my Telekenisis to hold her down and try establishing a connection again. But before I could show myself, I saw another person from my rodent perspective which made me stop from my tracks.

"Miss, you've been searching for me for quite a bit. It's not healthy for a young lady like yourself to pry into other people's lives." A middle-aged man walked into the room, and I instantly recognized him.