Neurolink System in the Modern World

Chapter 4: Small upgrades

"Damn it! I hate my gamer self," I cursed myself as I reluctantly pressed the Agility plus button.

Charm is good and all, but in games, you need to increase your base stats first before thinking about anything else.

I increased agility because I had a great idea in mind. I hope this works.

[+2 Agility]

As the notification popped out, there was a pause for a moment. Suddenly, my body started aching for some reason.

"Oh my god, I feel like my muscles will burst !" I exclaimed, flopping onto my bed as the pain continued. It felt as if my fats were being cooked like a steak to a medium-rare doneness.

Time seemed to stretch as I gritted my teeth against the pain.

I made sure not to cry out in agony; I couldn't afford to draw my aunt's attention. If she heard me, she might jump to conclusions, thinking I'd gone crazy. Instead of helping me, she'd probably just assume I needed a straitjacket, not an ambulance. So, I chose silence.

I pulled the bedsheets and bit into it, then I put my pillow over my face to muffle any sound coming from my mouth.

"AHHH, s***!" I groaned. But I was also grinning like an idiot.

I knew it. If I increased my agility, I would likely lose weight, as that's often the way to increase speed. I was right on the money to not focus on charisma.

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Time passed, and the pain gradually subsided, leaving me sweaty and exhausted. I lay there, panting, feeling the effects of my decision.

"Well, that was not such a bad experience," I muttered sarcastically to myself. It seemed my "great idea" had come with a hefty and painful price tag.

I sat up, catching my breath, and wiped the sweat off my forehead. Looking at my status again, I saw that my agility had indeed increased 0.3——>2.3

Feeling lighter , I slowly stood up and faced the mirror.

As I gazed at my reflection, I couldn't help but notice that I'd shed a bit of weight, but it definitely wasn't enough to turn me into a chiseled model. I was still carrying a fair share of extra pounds, but beneath my shirt, I could sense that my muscles had become a tad more compact.

Well, that was convenient, I thought with a smirk. Imagine the perplexed looks of my aunt if I'd miraculously transformed into a beach-ready guy overnight. Explaining that would be like trying to convince someone that unicorns were real.

I patted my belly and flexed an almost visible bicep.

"Behold, the slightly improved version of me," I muttered to my reflection, striking what I imagined was a heroic pose. "Still working on it!"

With a chuckle, I turned away from the mirror. At least now I had a plausible explanation for any changes in my appearance. It was progress, even if it was progress at a pace that only a snail with a limp would appreciate.

"Now it's time to complete my next mission.hehehe"

With a creepy smile forming on my face, I began brainstorming ideas on how to blackmail my aunt. Revenge was sweet, and I was ready to serve it in a dish colder than a freezer. Here are a few diabolical schemes that crossed my mind:

*The Mysterious Letter: Sending her a letter with snippets of her affair details, cryptic messages, and a threat to expose everything unless she complies with my demands. The letter would be carefully crafted to keep her guessing and paranoid.

*The Annoying Signs: Subtly dropping hints about her affair in public settings, like leaving anonymous notes on her car windshield or placing a bouquet of black roses on her doorstep. The fear of being exposed would eat away at her.

*The Digital Drop: Uploading snippets of her conversations and photos from her affair onto an encrypted cloud server, then sending her a link with a password. She would need to comply with my demands to prevent the link from being shared.

*Ugly Bastard Blackmail: The simplest approach—just confront her with the evidence and blackmail her directly. This a straight forward tactic that would cut through the chase and put the cards on the table.

But that idea seems pretty risky. What if she decided to eliminate me the moment she discovered that I was aware of her secret? After all, she was my prime suspect in whatever had happened to me before. And considering I didn't have any physical advantages yet, that plan could quickly turn dangerous.

[Ding]

[System: Blackmails intensity increase chance for Suggestion ]

"I knew it!" I exclaimed with joy as I read the text. This was it—my solution to the problem.

With this new system update, the more I apply pressure through blackmail, the higher the chances of my suggestion working effectively. It seemed like the system was acknowledging my devious plans and offering a helping hand. Time to become the master of manipulation.

"Time to go to work," I sat at my PC and created a new Myface account. I also set up a G-Drive to upload the pictures. The plan was to place the evidence there and then send her the link. Time to execute the plan.

Of course , knowing that this was explicit content, I set a very strong password that was also easy for me to remember. They say a good password is something you should always have on your mind, so I cranked my brain cells to 101% to come up with the perfect password.

Password: Youbitch

"Hahahaha," I couldn't help but laugh hysterically, just imagining the look on her face after seeing this.

"I won't forgive you for all the mistreatment over the years. If I also find out that you're the one who poisoned my water, don't expect any mercy from me," I muttered to myself.

With everything in place, I was ready to deliver the shock of a lifetime to my aunt.

[Sent]