Neurolink System in the Modern World-Chapter 40 Uncertainties

"Breaking news just in: the man who jumped in front of a train yesterday has now been identified as Ji-Hoon Geji, a 45-year-old individual. According to the footage, there were no witnesses to the incident, and it appears that he jumped on his own. As a result, the police are closing the case, categorizing it as suicide." The anchor's words reached my ears, but strangely, I couldn't find any sense of happiness within me.

In the end, I waited for my uncle's injuries to heal. Then, using my unique skills, I manipulated him to take his own life after writing a will. I ensured he chose a spot with a CCTV camera nearby, aiming to avoid complications down the line.

The last thing I wanted was the police at my doorstep. Despite having a system, I knew I was still vulnerable to the long arm of the law.

As for feeling guilty about offing my uncle? Well, let's just say, only a few episodes of my favorite anime would let me forget that monster. You know, they say you should forgive your enemies, but I'm not buying that self-help mumbo jumbo.

After acquiring this system, I came to a cheeky realization: only the weak and powerless spout those feel-good quotes to comfort themselves. You know, the same sort of pep talk I used to give myself when I was at the bottom of the power ladder.

"Here's your coffee, master," a stunning woman, wearing only in an apron, approached and handed me a cup coffee.

I nodded in response and took it from her hands.

As she turned away, her beautiful, smooth skin and seductive curves caught my eye. 𝑏𝘦𝘥𝘯𝑜𝘷𝘦𝑙．𝑜𝑟𝘨

My aunt remained under my influence. Since she never tried to kill me, I chose to let her live. Her fate? To serve me, stripped of her freedom and emotions. Well, the "stripped" part is quite literal in her current condition.

With everything seemingly settled, I shouldn't have any worries, but for some reason, a lingering emptiness bothered me.

"What's my next move?" I muttered to myself. For the majority of my life, I had been confined to my room, playing the role of a keyboard warrior and trolling people on the internet.

Suddenly, in just a matter of days, I had acquired the power to control people to the extent of driving them to suicide. I was utterly clueless about what to do next.

I landed this system in a peaceful era. There's no epic war raging where I could swoop in, lead an army, and cunningly manipulate both sides while dramatically donning a mysterious black mask.

"I, Jinho Vi Zyden, command you! Now all of you... die! "

There's no Hero Academy either, where I could waltz in, rise through the ranks, and have everyone sing my praises.

No hidden treasures beckoning me to wild inter-ocean adventures, and sadly, no Martial Art Sects where I could learn the ways of cultivation and turn into a straight-up immortal. It's like getting a sports car in a town with a 5mph speed limit.

So, using my powers in this era would pretty much label me as a full-blown psychotic criminal.

"To hell with this boredom. I'll check my status first to find some motivation," I said, forcing a laugh. After all, I was a system holder. Being down in the dumps over such trivial matters like figuring out my life seemed pretty silly.

"Status"

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Name : Ji-Hoon Zyden

Age : 18 years old

Overall Stats : 17.5

Level (8) [05/3000]

<Attributes>

Strength: 0.5

Agility: 5.3

Stamina: 0.5

Endurance: 4.1

Intelligence: 2.6

Charisma: 4.5

<Skills>

Mind Eye [Level 2]

Suggestion [Level 7]

Skill Store I

Quick Learning [Level 3]

[Intuitive Complex Problem Solving : [Level 1 ]

Attribute Points: 11

Skill points: 4

Domination Points : 2

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I had these additional attributes after leveling up, but I wasn't quite sure where to allocate my points just yet. So, I thought it would be best to save them until I had a clearer direction in life.

But, spending some points on Charisma and Stamina sounded like a reasonable idea. I mean, has anyone ever complained about being too handsome?

[Charisma + 3] [Stamina + 3]

As the changes in my stats kicked in, I did feel a bit of discomfort , though not as extreme as before. I sensed that my breathing had become noticeably easier, which hinted that Stamina had improved my overall heart health.

My face inexplicably began to feel warm, and I sensed something peculiar, like tiny worms squirming beneath my skin. Strangely, it wasn't painful; instead, it felt oddly ticklish.

After the transformation is complete, I couldn't resist checking it out in the mirror located in the living room.

"Wait... Is this really my face?" I couldn't help but be surprised. My previously ordinary nose had become more refined, my jawline sharper, and even my eyes appeared rounder with longer lashes.

I definitely transformed into quite the handsome individual.

"Perhaps I should try my hand at acting?" I mused jokingly. Of course, I didn't want such a demanding job.

However, I couldn't help but admire my new appearance. Even without my abilities, this face alone could easily attract many. Smirking at my reflection, I struck a model-like pose in the mirror.

But after a few minutes of goofing around and trying to act funny, I lost interest in my new good looks.

It's not that I hated becoming handsome; it's just that striking poses felt incredibly boring. It was like I had stumbled into the dilemma of the rich. You know, they say that people with heaps of cash don't get overly excited about buying fancy sports cars because it becomes the norm for them.

In my situation, my lack of a clear goal left me feeling kind of moody.

Ding.

The doorbell rang, and I watched as my aunt headed toward the door.

"Oh, she's going to check who's visiting," I chuckled, well aware that I had a servant to handle such tasks. But then it dawned on me.

"Wait! Stop!" I shouted, realizing that she was about to step outside wearing nothing but an apron.

"Do you want people to see you like that?" I sighed in disappointment. I had forgotten that she couldn't take any action without clear instructions. It seemed I still had some programming to do to get her to act appropriately.

But I wonder who rang the door bell?