Neurolink System in the Modern World

As I stood up, my stomach grumbled, reminding me of my hunger. I looked around and noticed people in hazmat suits entering the room. They began collecting the bodies of the deceased and placing them in body bags.

They also started to decontaminate the floors using sprays. It was clear they were taking every precaution necessary to contain the situation and prevent further spread of whatever had afflicted this place.

I examined them closely and couldn't help but notice the high-quality materials used for their hazmat suits. What really caught my attention was the prominent brain logo displayed on the suits, making me wonder about their affiliation and purpose here.

They were surprisingly well-equipped, much more than I had anticipated. I even noticed LED screens on their hazmat suits, something I've never seen on TV before. These things must have cost a fortune, which probably explains why our country has such high taxes.

"Let us out of here," one of the survivors said with tears in her eyes. It was clear that whatever had happened here had shaken her composure. She initiated the first protest, and the others quickly joined in.

'Guys, I just saved your lives, so please don't make things worse for us. Let's cooperate, so we can all go home,' I shook my head in frustration at their failed attempt. As expected, they were quickly silenced with a spray."

They then proceeded to inspect the survivors using a sophisticated device, which bore a resemblance to the metal detectors commonly used by security personnel in malls, albeit with far more advanced capabilities.

The device they use was a black rod, but its texture was distinctively different. It also featured LED lights on top, which seemed to illuminate every time they brushed it against a person.

The individuals in the hazmat suit carefully approached one of the survivors, holding the black rod in their gloved hand. They began scanning the individual from head to toe, the rod emitting a soft, pulsating light as it passed over them.

"This one is clear ,"

After a thorough examination, they nodded in satisfaction and gestured for the person to follow them. With precise and methodical movements, they guided the cleared survivor out of the room.

As the hazmat-suited personnel continued their examinations, a lingering concern crossed my mind. Would this advanced scanning device detect the presence of my system?

With the system integrated into my body, I couldn't help but wonder if it might trigger some kind of response from their equipment. However, I decided to keep my thoughts to myself and remained silent, not wanting to draw any attention to my unique condition.

Finally, it was my turn. A man wearing a white hazmat suit approached me with the scanning rod. He raised the device and began to scan my body meticulously, starting from my head and moving down to my feet.

The LED lights on top of the rod blinked and flickered as it moved across me, casting an eerie glow in the dimly lit room. I maintained my composure, trying to appear as ordinary as possible.

"It's clear," he declared.

I sighed in relief, knowing that I had successfully passed the check.

The man in the hazmat suit gave me a nod, indicating that I was clear. He then gestured for me to follow the other survivors out of the room and into the lobby. It felt good to be out of that confined space, even if the situation was still far from normal.

Walking into the lobby, I saw a multiple of people moving out. It became evident that there were still many survivors in this incident who had managed to avoid falling victim to the virus. Among the crowd, there was one person I was genuinely relieved to see.

"Yong!" I called out with a wide grin, raising my hand to get her attention. I was genuinely happy to see that she was still alive.

She looked at me and returned the smile, though it was clear that the incident had taken a toll on everyone.

Except for me.

I couldn't help but think about how different I was from the others in that moment. While everyone else was struggling with fear and loss, I felt like I was thriving in this environment.

It was as if places with death and danger were my natural habitat, and I grew stronger when faced with such situations. In all honesty, my growth had been limited in the peaceful era I had been living in. If this were a time of war and constant danger, I might have already reached level 100 or beyond.

But living in a peaceful era certainly had its advantages. It allowed me to take my time to grow and develop my skills without drawing too much attention. As long as I didn't do anything to stand out, I had the freedom to pursue powers without anyone trying to kill me. thank-you-for-using-NovelFire

As my thoughts concluded, I noticed that we were already outside the building. There was a makeshift camp set up, and everyone was being forced to line up to enter a bus one by one.

The camp itself was a disorganized mix of temporary tents and medical equipment. People were talking in hushed tones, and you could sense the fear and confusion in the air.

As I got closer to the buss, I noticed that it had a decontamination chamber set up before you could board. It seemed like they were taking this situation very seriously. The man in the hazmat suit gestured for me to step into the chamber, and I complied.

Inside, a fine mist sprayed over me, making me feel like I was in some sci-fi movie. It was a strange sensation, but I knew they were doing their best to prevent any potential contamination. Once the decontamination process was complete, I was allowed to step onto inside.

The interior was simple but functional. Rows of seats lined both sides, and medical personnel were seated near the back, ready to attend to anyone who needed assistance. The survivors sat in silence, each lost in their thoughts, their faces reflecting a mixture of relief and anxiety.

I found a seat near the window and looked outside. The camp was bustling with activity as more survivors were being processed.

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