Neurolink System in the Modern World

As I settled into the new quarantine area, frustration welled up within me. Another confinement, another waiting period, and still no clear answers about what had happened back at the police station.

'They're really giving us VIP treatment ' I chuckled sarcastically .

Oh, how generous of the government! After all the fun we had enduring this little adventure, I was fully expecting them to just let us walk out the door.

I mean, why wouldn't they, right? I've always loved how the government operates; it's just so logical and fair. It's not like this whole situation feels like a blatant violation of our human rights or anything. I mean, I do pay my taxes diligently, and in return, they're giving me this exclusive treatment. How could I not be thrilled?

I can't wait to give them a glowing 5-star rating for their splendid use of my hard-earned tax money. I mean, who doesn't appreciate a little government-sponsored vacation in their life, right? It's not like they had any better use for that money, like, say, buying educational equipment or investing in health care . Nope, a government-sponsored "vacation" is clearly the way to go!

Joking aside, I'm feeling quite uneasy at the moment. I've been hit by the fact again that my skills, while powerful in certain situations, have their limitations when dealing with large groups of people. Unlike the systems I've read about in many novels, mine is overpowered only in specific scenarios but lacking in others.

I did train and improve my other abilities in anticipation of situations like this, but unfortunately, I got caught in this predicament before I could fully achieve my desired results.

But I guess that's just a part of living in the real world. Life isn't always fair, and even billionaires have their own problems to deal with.

"Hey, are you feeling alright?" I asked the person sitting beside me. They divided us by gender, so I can't look for Yong at all, and I have to settle for this middle-aged man instead.

But despite my attempts to engage in conversation with him, it was evident that he was still recovering . It felt as though he had experienced a super cheap version of my "Suggestion" ability, leaving them groggy and disoriented.

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The silence of everyone regarding the events at the police station also persisted among the survivors. It was as if a collective amnesia had settled over them. The brainwashing-like effects of whatever had afflicted them still lingered, making it difficult for anyone to break the silence.

So right now, I'm just here, trying to act like I'm also groggy too.

Well, at least they brought us food, so it means they're not planning to starve us to death.

I ate my food; it was a simple combination of fried chicken, rice, eggs, meat, and some vegetables. We also got some bottled water and vitamins.

'Food tastes better when you're close to death from starvation,' I chuckled to myself as I munched on the chicken.

"Are you not eating that?" I asked my seatmate with a concern voice when I saw that he wasn't eating.

"Silence means yes," I chuckled as I took his food and transferred the chicken and meat to my plate. I get hungry faster because of all the muscles I need to feed. And I'm not a fan of wasting food.

But while eating, I couldn't help but envy those protagonists who have massive plot armor and x1,000,000 million luck. Those protagonists loved by their authors so much that they could Uno reverse any situation with the power of instant power-up and friendship.

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The last time my system gave me an instant power-up, I ended up almost beaten to death by low level thugs.

And as for friendship? Well, that's the last thing I could utilize.

If we follow this cliché, I should get some massive power-up like by eating a random food from a stranger, "Congratulations, you just ate a legendary Fried Chicken! Congrats, you won an skill called 'Energy Ball'!" Then I could blast my way out of here.

But considering my system, it would only give me the bare minimum assistance while putting me in dangerous situations. It's as if he's telling me to "Go screw myself."

Well, I guess I should be thankful. At least my system didn't give me a "Plot Armor Removal" item. That would be the ultimate troll move.

"Congrats, you've unlocked 'The Protagonist's Best Friend' skill. Now, watch as you get sidelined and used for comedic relief!"

Or worse, "Plot Twist: You're Actually the Main Villain!"

So yeah, maybe it's better this way. I'll stick to leveling up in my own pace and hope for the best. Who knows, maybe my sadistic system will have a change of heart one day.

After my meal, I leaned back in my chair and started brainstorming a plan. The fact that I hadn't eaten before had actually affected my train of thought. Even with all my passive skills, I couldn't think clearly on an empty stomach. Besides, using my brain actually consumed more energy, making me even hungrier.

Many people think that physical work is more exhausting than mental work, but to be honest, using your brain can be equally draining.

With my stomach full, I began to discreetly observe the military personnel guarding us and the facility. I needed to find someone who worked for this organization, someone who could provide me with answers about Cerebrum AI and the secrets they were hiding.

As I watched the soldiers and support staff going about their duties, I realized that the government held many secrets, and this was a rare opportunity to uncover some of them. I'm not going to go out of my way to research this stuff and put my life in danger after I leave this place.

My goal was to continue strengthening myself, gaining new skills, and ultimately becoming more versatile in handling different situations.

This incident had taught me the value of adaptability and preparedness, and I was determined to level up my skills accordingly.

Anything that's secondary or borderline useless for me is high risk and low reward, and that's not my cup of tea.

"A chance," I exclaimed as I saw a staff walking towards the area reserved as a comfort room.