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Neurolink System in the Modern World-Chapter 273: Minding my own
"Who's this prophet you're talking about?" I inquired.
The powers of the gifteds were quite random and diverse, so I didn't find it unusual. Even that Kim Soo-Min had some basic fortune telling ability, but I just assumed it was too weak and inconsistent, considering she didn't even predict her own misfortunes.
"I don't know the prophet directly; I just followed the order," she replied with a blank expression.
I contemplated her words and began to ponder my next question. The notification from my suggestion ensured she couldn't lie to me at all. It meant that she genuinely didn't know the real identity of their prophet.
"What about the bloodline you mentioned? You said I come from that bloodline," I inquired.
"When you use Telekinesis, I assumed you were related to Zed," she explained. freewebnøvel.com
"Zed?" I raised my eyebrow in confusion. Who was this Zed guy, and how was he related to me?
"Zed was considered as the strongest Gifted to ever exist, and he spent most of his life in South Korea. Telekinesis was an exceptionally rare skill because the majority of Gifted could only control specific things," she explained.
"So, this Zed guy could use Telekinesis too?" I asked.
"Our records say that in the early days of his life, Zed could use Telekinesis, but during his peak, he converted this power into an Extreme Pull and Push ability, earning him the title of the Strongest," she explained.
'Sounds like this guy is a PAIN in the ass to fight,' I chuckled to myself, recalling a certain anime character.
'Is he related to me or not? I mean, I do have Telekinesis, but this might be because of my system? It would be much more logical if my real power was the ability to hypnotize people like my mother,' I thought to myself.
"So where is this Zed now?"
"He was captured by Cerebrum "
'See! I knew it. Strongest my ass. No matter how powerful he was, he couldn't fight against a giant organization,' I thought to myself, a hint of skepticism creeping in.
Strength alone doesn't guarantee victory. The sheer numbers and resources that organizations like Cerebrum could deploy to exhaust someone were astronomical.
Even with all my powers right now, I wasn't confident that I could hold out for a day if a military force actively hunted me down. The challenges presented by such formidable organizations extended beyond mere individual powers.
It was akin to owning a successful business – even if I had a thriving company, I'd still be at the mercy of those conglomerates controlling the economy. The only way to counteract such organizations would be to build my own, but to be honest, that's too much hard work for someone like me.
I don't have many goals in life aside from rescuing my mother and constructing my harem skyscraper, after all. Find more to read at novelbuddy.com
I still had a lot of questions about Zed, but for now, I decided to put them in the back of my mind.
With my primary questions answered, I continued probing her for more information. I discovered that the JFFG primarily operated in Japan and had limited resources in Korea. Their main mission was to dismantle Cerebrum, a goal that diverged significantly from my original plan.
My initial objective was to rescue my mother from Cerebrum, but I had no intention of completely going to war against them.
Nor did I possess the patience for such an extensive endeavor. I wasn't foolish enough to engage in a direct confrontation with an organization that had successfully subdued powerful gifteds for years.
There was a reason why Gifteds were still not common knowledge in the public, after all. Anything or anyone daring to act like they own the place must have already been dealt with by Cerebrum.
As for organizations like Nexus Legion and JFFG? Yeah, they're more like poorly equipped resistance groups at this point. I doubt they're that strong if Cerebrum was just letting them roam around.
It's just a little game Cerebrum plays, letting these small fry organizations run around so others think they don't have a monopoly on the Gifteds. It was like they're saying, "Hey, look at those guys! We're not the only big players in town!" But, I'm pretty sure this was all a well-played tactic.
I would prefer to maintain a low profile, quietly living my life. My plan was to build power from the shadows, enjoying a peaceful existence. There seemed to be no necessity to jeopardize my life by engaging in a direct feud with Cerebrum.
If they ever posed a threat to me or what was mine, I would be ready to stand my ground. However, my inclination was to keep to myself, avoiding unnecessary conflicts and focusing on myself.
Basically, to not give a fuck about what they do if it doesn't affect me.
As for the prophet's predictions? Well, I also don't give a fuck about it.
After finishing my conversation with her, I began the process of fixing her mind again, reprogramming her to think as she used to.
While her organization might not be targeting me directly, I was fairly certain they would be upset if they discovered I had tampered with her.
To really make sure she wouldn't be a potential threat or used to identify me, I fucked and dominated her so I could use my OATH skill.
Following a similar approach as with Kanon, I now had another loyal lover who I could trust not to betray me. It might seem extreme, but in a world full of uncertainties and potential dangers, having reliable slaves was important for self-preservation.
After finishing my conversation with her, I proceeded to make my rounds around the venue, engaging with other guest to solidify my connections and garner more support for my company.
As the night progressed, I encountered a diverse array of individuals, each with their unique set of skills and backgrounds. I was very happy to make them part of my slave list.
These powerful and influential people kept laughing at my jokes, unaware that their lives were already under my control.
One interaction led to another, and soon, I found myself in the presence of the owner of the auction house.
By the night's end, not only had I successfully expanded my clientele, but I had also managed to leave a lasting impression on the key figures of the auction house.
And when I say a "lasting impression," I mean they were all now discreetly under my influence.
"How many floors should my skyscraper be?" I chuckled to myself as I envisioned it.