Neurolink System in the Modern World

*BAM!

A body soared through the air, crashing violently against the wall headfirst with a loud thud the instantly took his life.

The others, shocked by the sudden violent scene, looked around in confusion, trying to find any sign of the attacker. However, the white hallway filled with paintings and modern furniture revealed no clues.

Faced with no signs of movement, they quickly checked on their comrade who had been brutally slammed into the wall. His skull was contorted due to the impact, resembling someone who had been hit by a truck.

Everyone gulped nervously, beads of sweat forming on their foreheads as they saw what happened to one of them.

"What happened?" one of them asked as he pulled up his gun from his waist.

The others who saw this also did the same. Guns might be illegal in Korea, but this place was a private mansion, so the guards were allowed to carry guns.

However, the momentary silence was shattered again as another unfortunate individual was lifted into the air by an unseen force, only to be mercilessly slammed into the floor, leaving a trail of shock and fear among the witnesses.

Panic spread like wildfire. Those with guns were tempted to shoot randomly due to their fear. However, before they could even pull the trigger, their guns were mysteriously pulled from their hands, as if a magnetic force had seized control.

Suddenly, one after another, the people present felt an unseen force lifting them into the air. Despite their desperate pleas, an invisible power slammed them back to the ground.

Everyone in the hallway died with that single, swift attack. It was as if the god of death had descended upon them.

Of course, the commotion caught the attention of others who rushed towards the source of the sound. However, just like before, they were powerless to intervene before meeting the same fate.

Their deaths were not glamorous; it was a ruthless and efficient attack meant solely to end their lives.

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"Who are... you?" Bak Yongso, a hefty man in his 50s and a notorious gang leader deeply involved in the illegal drug trade in Seoul, stood in shock, pointing his gun at the mysterious assailant responsible for the sudden massacre in his mansion.

He surveyed his private study room in horror, witnessing his people lying on the ground, lifeless and bleeding. They hadn't stood a chance; it was a one-sided massacre. The swift and merciless assault had left him feeling helpless and exposed, his powerful facade shattered by an unseen force.

The room's light illuminated the attacker's body, revealing a man wearing a white smiling mask, a black jacket, and gloves. He stood tall, his posture suggesting a fit physique.

"Me? I am your greatest nightmare," the masked man chuckled as he started walking closer.

*BANG!

*BANG!

*BANG!

Bullets erupted from Bak Yongso's gun, a sneer playing on his lips as he assumed his attacker was a fool for revealing himself.

No matter what tricks his attacker had, he doubted that the masked man could dodge a bullet at this close range. And he was not wrong; the bullet pierced through the man like butter, blood splattering on his black clothing.

THUD!

The masked figure dropped to the ground, crimson blood staining the floor.

Bak Yongso, witnessing this, erupted into laughter, "Moron. I didn't become a gang boss for no reason," he boasted, striding toward the fallen man.

With a mocking chuckle, he kicked the lifeless body, so it faced the ceiling.

"Let's see your face, Bastard" he taunted, reaching for the mask and pulling it off.

"Son!" he exclaimed in shock after seeing the face of his own child. Frantically, he lifted his son's wounded body, checking for any signs of life, but the fatal bullet had already claimed his son's future.

"No!!!!" he began crying. Despite his evil deeds, he was still a father, and the loss of his son struck a deep chord within him. His son was supposed to inherit everything he had worked hard to build.

"What a hypocrite," a cold voice echoed, jolting the Bak Yongso from his dramatic cry. It seemed to come from no specific direction.

Panic set in, so he grabbed his pistol from the floor and scanned his surroundings. However, his gun suddenly flew away from his hands, and he felt an invisible force gripping his body, lifting him into the air.

"Let me go !"

His heart plunged into fear as he struggled helplessly against the unseen power.

The sounds of footsteps followed, and another person, also wearing a mask and black jacket, appeared.

"Who are you? And why the hell are you doing this to me? Did I offend you?" Bak Yongso squirmed as he tried to escape from the invisible force holding him, but his efforts were futile.

"Don't worry, this is the first time we meet," the masked man chuckled as he started walking towards the black office chair. He sat down, leaning on it as if he owned the place.

"Who sent you here to kill me?" Bak Yongso asked. Confusion clouded his mind as he tried to comprehend the mysterious abilities of the masked man, but he was in no good state of mind to even guess what was happening.

"No one," the masked man answered with a nonchalant voice.

"What do you want, then? Money? I could give you all my money!" Bak Yongso offered without any second thought. He has a lot of cash from dealing with illegal drugs.

He was willing to pay to save his own life, and as for his son's early departure, he had come to terms with it, accepting that death was an inevitable part of life. All the dramatic cries for his son's unfortunate fate were drowned out by his own instinct to survive.

"Nah, what I need is your life," the masked man shook his head.

"My Life?" Bak Yongso was confused, but before he could process anything, he suddenly felt lightheaded, and the next moment, all he could see was the floor.

*THUD

"Eh?" He uttered to himself as he saw his own headless body on the ground.