Neurolink System in the Modern World

As we started chatting, she finally introduced herself as Zendy.

The Zol clan seemed to have a thing for starting names with Z; it was their trademark.

And who could blame them? Names starting with Z had a cool ring to them. It was like when people heard "Zeus," they instantly thought of a powerful god of lightning.

Similarly, when they heard "Zephyr," it sounded awesome and mysterious .

Hell, even I decided to stick with my name Zyden. That's just how attached I was to that name.

Contrary to my initial impression, Zendy proved to be far more talkative than I had anticipated.

As our conversation unfolded, she began to open up, sharing information with a steady flow that kept me engaged.

On the other hand, Shao Mi kept to herself, remaining quiet and reserved.

Even though, Zendy exuded a somewhat welcoming and friendly personality, it was evident that Shao Mi did not warm up to her at all.

This situation felt like a clear case of racial discrimination, to be honest. It was like Zendy was being judged unfairly just because the majority of her group acted a certain way.

And for that kind of thing?

I really couldn't care less.

If Shao Mi had an issue with the entire Zol Clan, I'd be willing to go to extreme lengths just to appease her if she asked.

How could I be that cruel?

Well, for one, I'm actually a very impartial person.

In my view, everyone was equally inferior compared to me , and that includes even aliens. So, I'm also immune to this type of nonsense.

However, I do have a weakness for beautiful women, and I must admit, the ladies from the Zol Clan were top-tier specimens. It would be a shame to just dispose of them.

"Hey, want me to kill everyone? I could start with her," I telepathically messaged Shao Mi, causing her to freeze for a moment.

"Wait, why would you do that?" she asked, looking puzzled, and concerned.

"What do you mean? You hate the Zol Clan, right? Just say the word, and I'll make this girl disappear," I teased her, enjoying the game of testing her personality.

"I... I..." she stammered, speechless and clearly conflicted.

Her gaze shifted to Zendy, who was still chatting away and giggling.

"Hurry up, I'm ready to cast a spell right now. Do you want me to kill her quickly, or should I make her suffer first? I'm okay with either option," I pressed, adding to her dilemma.

"I think it's wrong to kill her," she replied, her uncertainty evident.

"What are you talking about? The Zol Clan has killed billions of humans. Their crime is unforgivable," I countered, my voice firm.

"But she doesn't look dangerous," she argued, her doubt lingering.

"Don't judge solely based on looks. For all we know, she could have dozens of humans in her house getting tortured right now. Besides, haven't you heard that psychotic serial killers often look harmless?" I added, playing on her doubts.

"Alright, I'll kill her now using a fire spell, " I declared mentally, but before I could raise my hand, she grabbed it and shook her head.

"Please, don't," she pleaded, her voice soft but urgent.

"Why are you stopping me? Don't you want to kill every member of the Zol Clan?"

"I don't know," she replied with a weak voice.

"Fine," I replied with a heavy sigh, conveying a sense of resignation, as if I were disappointed that I couldn't rid the world of its evils.

When, in fact, I was secretly relieved that she had stopped me.

Now, if I ever decided to collect all the women from the Zol Clan and make them part of my harem, she wouldn't hold any hard feelings about it.

'It's a good thing my brain operates on a transcendental level,' I chuckled to myself, patting my own shoulder for coming up with a solution in the heat of the moment.

When we finished talking, Zendy bid her goodbyes, and we were left alone in the tea shop.

Shao Mi remained silent, still affected by my teasing and playful prank.

"Do you think it's wrong to judge a person based on what her race did?" she asked, seeking to understand her own emotions.

"Are you asking for my personal opinion, or do you want a logical answer?" Enjoy exclusive chapters from empire

"Both" she answered.

"Well, logically speaking, you shouldn't generalize people based on their group or race, but..." I paused.

"But what ?"

"But really, it ultimately comes down to what you want to do," I finished my sentence, acknowledging the importance of personal choice in such matters.

"How about you? What do you want to do?" She threw the question back at me.

'A case of passing the choice onto another,' I sighed inwardly.

She seemed indecisive now, but I didn't want to entertain her thoughts on this one.

"Let's go," I stood up, cutting off the conversation. I decided to let her figure it out on her own.

As I got to know her better, I began to notice the flaws in her personality more clearly.

Unlike Sung Hei, who was born into human society and exposed to a wide range of experiences that built her character, Shao Mi existed within her own bubble.

Raised as a genius, she was showered with praise from an early age, and given responsibilities and authority without having earned them.

And now that the bubble had burst, she was grappling with what she wanted to do or what she should do.

This was why she insisted on coming with me; she couldn't simply wait and do nothing about her uncertainty.

In a way, this mission might be a good thing for her.

It could serve as a wake-up call to the reality that life isn't always black and white.

To truly live one's life, a person must learn to stick to their own decision no matter what.

This wasn't about determining who was right or wrong, because if that were the case, most people would likely view all my life decisions as wrong and evil.

'This is for your own sake,'