Neurolink System in the Modern World

69  Brutal Drama

I slowly regained consciousness, my eyelids moving as they adjusted to the soft, diffused light filtering into the room. It took a moment for my surroundings to come into focus, and as they did, I saw Alyssa's beautiful face.

"How many hours did I sleep?" "Only three hours, master ," she replied.

"Three hours!" I hurriedly stood up, realizing that she had been supporting my head in her lap for an extended period. I can also see in her face that she's tired already. She may not express hunger or fatigue because of my domination, but her body still reacts naturally. The weariness is evident in her eyes, a proof to her body's need for rest and sustenance, regardless of what her mind is made to believe. "Eat first, then sleep. After you wake up, just follow your daily routines," I instructed, knowing that she needed to take care of herself. Alyssa nodded in understanding. The daily routine I had programmed into her mind was a structured set of tasks that she would carry out . It ensured that our lives continued smoothly, with everything taken care of. She would wake up at 5:30 AM to prepare her breakfast. After that, she'd take a bath, take care of her skin and brush her teeth. If I was present in the house after 6:30 AM, she'd prepare my breakfast. If I wasn't, she'd continue with her chores, such as cleaning the house, doing the laundry, and preparing lunch. In the afternoon, she'd take a two-hour nap, followed by more chores, dinner preparation, and eventually, sleep.

In a way, she's currently serving as my experiment to better understand the capabilities of my dominations and skills. What occurred yesterday served as a clear reminder of the need for me to study and explore my abilities further. "Yes, Master " she obeyed my command and headed to the kitchen to eat. Normally, I'd seek comfort and release stress by fucking her crazy, but at this moment, I wasn't in the mood for it. My mind was occupied with thoughts about what to do next. The situation was still unresolved, and there were many factors to consider. I couldn't relax or become complacent. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

So, for the time being, I simply wanted to be left alone. My eyelids grew heavy with fatigue, and I reclined on the sofa, hoping to catch some much-needed rest. —

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Seoul Down Town

As I walked through that familiar commercial area, it was like déjà vu in the most ironic and laughable way possible. Here I was, strolling down the very streets where I had previously been pummeled by gangsters.

With each step I took, I couldn't help but chuckle at the sheer absurdity of the situation. It was as if the universe was saying, "Remember that beatdown? Well, here's the gangster territory you were looking for!"

"The world is a much smaller place than I thought," I muttered to myself. The reason I was here today was simple: I believed that prevention was better than cure.

After waking up from my nap, I decided to have a chat with Alyssa about her dead ex-lover and the gangster group he was involved with. I figured it was better to be proactive than to wait around for trouble to find us.

Ironically, her ex-lover turned out to be part of the same group that had beaten me up before. The universe seemed to have a peculiar sense of humor. She told me that most of these gangsters could be spotted by the flowery undershirts they liked to flaunt under their coats. It seemed like a weird fashion statement for a group of thugs, but hey, I wasn't about to question their taste in clothing. With that valuable piece of information in hand, I knew where to start. It was time to do some undercover detective work, Zyden-style. My plan was to find one of these flower-shirted gang members, get close to them, and subtly use my powers to discourage them from asking too many questions . Of course, I had to be careful not to arouse any suspicion. After all, these guys weren't exactly known for their friendliness.

So as I carefully approached the heart of their territory, I kept my eyes peeled for anyone sporting a flowery undershirt.

And it didn't take me long to spot them; I'd have to be blind not to notice them, to be honest. They weren't exactly blending in with the crowd. In fact, it was like they were trying to outdo each other with their extravagant floral designs. It was as if they had raided a garden and turned it into fashion.

I watched the scene unfold and refrained from taking any action, like the other onlookers who seemed to be minding their own business, with some even laughing.  It was like watching a bizarre action movie, albeit one with a painful "literal" punchline… and a "Kick" ass soundtrack. 14:11

But my attention quickly shifted to a rather unfortunate soul who was currently receiving their less-than-tender care. They were giving him the kind of attention you'd expect from a bunch of schoolyard bullies, and the poor guy was taking quite a beating.

*PUNCH *KICK

*PUNCH *KICK

*PUNCH

I watched the scene unfold and refrained from taking any action, like the other onlookers who seemed to be minding their own business, with some even laughing.  It was like watching a bizarre action movie, albeit one with a painful "literal" punchline… and a "Kick" ass soundtrack. "So this is what I looked like when they were beating me ?" I couldn't help but chuckle at how weak I used to be. Now, I felt like I could probably last a minute or two before getting pummeled again. I mean, I did learn boxing, but I'm not foolish enough to think I can take on a dozen of them at once. I doubted that even a world champion could take on a bunch of gangsters with just his fists.

With a sigh, I decided to offer my moral support in the form of a prayer. I clasped my hands together and muttered, "I will pray for your health." It was the least I could do .

Unexpectedly, as if the heavens had heard my silent plea, the gangsters stop their brutal lesson and began conversing with the unfortunate fellow. "Did my prayer work?" I was left speechless, wondering if my skills had extended to influencing divine intervention. *PUNCH *PUNCH *PUNCH

Well, it seems my hope was short-lived. They had just paused to swap out the actors in this brutal drama.

"Hey, stop that!" The sound of a female voice accompanied by a whistle caught my attention.  

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