Neurolink System in the Modern World-Chapter 317: Survivors

"Mom, dad," Yae weakly called out as she slowly opened her eyes.

"How are you feeling?" I reached out to her and touched her hand. The moment our skins touched, she turned towards me, and tears started flowing in her eyes.

"I— I was so scared," she cried as she hugged me from her bed. I could feel the emotions welling up inside her, a mix of relief and vulnerability that spoke volumes about the ordeal she had been through.

"Just cry it all out," I whispered to her, my hand gently stroking her hair, while letting her cry to her heart's content.

"We will give you two some space," her mother spoke up, and gestured for the others to leave the room.

The door closed behind them, leaving Yae and me in a quiet moment amid the echoes of her cries.

"Can you remember anything?" I inquired, curious to know if she retained any memories of the dream world I had created for her.

She replied after calming herself down.

"I remember a very vivid dream. That we are living in some kind of mansion in the middle of a field filled with sunflowers. It was really funny; during that time, you were always there for me like you promised,"

"What did you feel?"

"It was good and refreshing," she answered, her words carrying a sense of peace that mirrored the emotions I had intended to evoke in the dream.

We continued to talk about her experience, and I did my best to check if she still have any trauma. Fortunately, her emotional wounds weren't as deep as I had feared. The dream had provided her with support during the challenging period of her coma.

After our conversation, her family returned, and we engaged in a casual chat. I discovered that they resided in a small apartment in Incheon, and Yae's father worked as a port-man.

Her mother, on the other hand, was currently unemployed, spending her time looking after the children.

"Father, how about I help you find another work," I proposed, breaking the ice.

Yae's father could not hide his flustered face, perhaps a mix of surprise and amusement at being addressed as "father" by a rich and handsome future son-in-law.

While I had no real intentions of marrying their daughter, acknowledging her as "my woman" meant she would enjoy certain benefits that came with being part of my harem.

"What kind of work? I didn't graduate elementary, so I only know how to lift things," he scratched his head, appearing a bit embarrassed.

Seeing his reaction, it dawned on me that he was a simple minded and honest man. It explained their financial struggles; in this harsh world, people like him were less likely to be successful.

He seemed like the type of person who would find contentment in just barely getting by. It was a familiar feeling , as it mirrored my own life before gaining the system.

Back then, as long as I could eat, watch anime, and play games, I was fine, despite the insults thrown my way. In those moments, my hatred towards those who mistreated me were confined to my imagination, and I never took any real action, choosing instead to vent my frustrations through vivid daydreams.

'I can't have my girl's family be poor; it would seriously mess with the generous and kind image I've been maintaining,' I sighed to myself, playing the part of a philanthropist, conveniently ignoring the fact that I killed so many people that I could certainly filled a whole cemetery by myself.

"I know someone who owns a moving company in Seoul. I could refer you to him so you could work as a supervisor," I suggested after recalling the list of our clients. I could easily make a call and secure him a job opportunity.

But instead of agreeing, he paused for a moment, as if he was in a dilemma right now.

"We can't really afford living in Seoul right now. But thanks for the gesture," he replied with an honest smile.

"That's not a problem at all," I replied.

After explaining that I would cover the first year of the apartment rent, he finally gave in and agreed.

Yae was very pleased, seeing me not only taking care of her but also extending support to her family.

With that, I concluded our first meet-up and excused myself, after ensuring that everything was fine.

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Shanghai China

Cerebrum HQ

Multiple individuals sat on a round glass table, their attention fixed on a series of videos playing out on the screen.

This gathering comprised the highest-ranking members of the organization, and among them was a familiar face—Zhang. Following his mission, he had been summoned back to China due to another incident demanding their attention.

As he watched the video, his eyes squinted in disbelief at the scene he was looking at.

Another unidentified gifted individual was wreaking havoc in America, and this time, it was a woman. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

The footage displayed her effortlessly dispatching multiple tanks, jetfighters, and missiles using telekinesis, showcasing a level of power that left him and the others at the table visibly alarmed.

Telekinesis was a very rare skill, and even among powerful gifted individuals, most could only control a specific type of object or element . However, telekinesis stood apart from the rest, as it theoretically had the potential to control anything and everything.

"Another one?" he sighed. It had only been a few days since he fought someone with an outrageous number of abilities, and telekinesis happened to be one of them.

"Maybe this is a sign?" an old man spoke up. This person was none other than Dr. Taiper, a scientist who specialized in Gifteds genetics.

"Are you saying that she's from that bloodline?" One of the people present inquired.

Dr. Taiper didn't respond immediately, taking a moment to gather his thoughts.

"Telekinesis is a very rare ability, and in our records, only people from that bloodline have a very high chance of awakening it," he answered.

"But they were eradicated a long time ago. I thought only Zero and her daughter were the remaining survivors?" Zhang inquired with a curious tone.

"That might not be the case," Dr. Taiper answered with a serious tone.