Neurolink System in the Modern World

"Why did you hit me?" I asked, my expression showing confusion.

"Because you're the worst!" she retorted, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

She was expecting a solution to her problems from me, but my response only served to make a fool out of her.

This time, I sensed that I had really went overboard with my jokes.

With a more matured mind, enriched by life's experiences, I chose to be the better person and do what was right.

"I'm telling you the truth, though," I insisted.

That's right!

The best course of action was to continue lying.

After all, I possessed the power to turn lies into truths at will, so why bother admitting ?

In essence, I embodied the truth itself.

If I were to claim that the moon was made of cheese and faced with accusations of lying, I wouldn't waste time apologizing for being wrong.

Instead, I'd just turn the moon into cheese.

"Stop lying, please! Why are you so mean to me?" she demanded, her words muffled by her tears.

Even when she was crying, she remained beautiful, and I got arouse seeing her this vulnerable .

And if I claimed otherwise, I'd be lying.

I couldn't deny the twisted satisfaction I felt witnessing her being so weak and fragile. I even got this urged to pin her down on the floor .

She was the most beautiful woman I had ever met, and the desire to teased her further before fully indulging consumed me.

But I had to bide my time, to ensure that everything would be worth it in the end.

"No, I'm not lying,"

"There's no way your seme... body liquid can heal anything," she reasoned, her face flushing red at the mere mention of such a topic.

"That's because you're thinking in Earth logic," I countered, reminding her of my alien origins.

"So you're telling me that in your world, bodily fluids can cure things? Please, I'm not naive enough to fall for that," she scoffed, her skepticism evident in her tone.

"Not everyone, just me, because I attained the highest power," I added confidently. "Do you want me to prove it to you?"

She was stunned for a moment, but then her expression twisted into one of fury.

"I'm not drinking your Se..." She trailed off, glancing down at my pants with embarrassment.

"Just to test it," she replied, her cheeks flushing red.

"Don't worry, I'm not a scum to force you," I sighed, then I released the black barrier.

"What are you planning to do?" she asked.

"This," I declared, raising my hand as flames engulfed Zod, consuming him in agony.

"AHHHHHHH!" he screamed, writhing on the ground in pain.

His body may have been strong, but the flames I used were far from ordinary.

After just 3 seconds, all that remained of him was a charred corpse, no longer breathing.

"Why did you do this?" she raised her eyebrows in confusion.

"Just watch," I responded calmly.

Suddenly, a magic circle materialized on the ground, from which emerged a black-red dagger.

Its power was so concentrated that Shao Mi instinctively backed away.

She looked confused and curious, so I decided to explain the origin of the blade, weaving together stories in my mind.

In reality, I just created this using my imagination, and the aura was merely for the sake of exaggerating things.

"This blade is called Tempest," I began my explanation, "forged using the scale of the strongest Dragon Lord, Veldora, a True Dragon."

"A True Dragon?" Her curiosity was piqued.

"Yes," I affirmed, "a True Dragon is a being that existed before the conception of my world, and each of them was strong enough to destroy a nation with one breath."

"And you obtained it from that type of monster?" she asked, her doubt evident in her tone.

"Yeah, I made it my pet after I became the Supreme Archmage," I teased her, though her expression suggested she doubted my words.

The more I lied, the more complicated things became.

Now, I had to figure out a way to make dragons after this.

"Just watch, this thing is one of the few weapons that could actually hurt me," I explained, sensing her growing impatience with my role playing.

I pointed the blade at my palm and made a shallow cut.

Instead of red blood, golden blood emerged from the wound.

As it spilled, I exerted control over the space around me, causing everything near the golden blood to crack like glass.

"Wait..." She was stunned to see the space cracking just from the presence of my blood alone.

My power and acting were so convincing that she didn't even realize I was using tricks to deceive her.

"I knew it, this place is too weak. It can't even handle my blood," I sighed heavily, pointing my palm towards Zod's churned body.

As my golden blood dripped onto the lifeless corpsed, a brilliant glow enveloped it.

When the intense light faded, Zod's body had been restored to its former state.

He slowly rose to his feet, his vitality fully restored, and was smiling as if he had never died in the first place.

"Did he really come back to life?" Shao Mi walked closer and observed Zod.

She couldn't spot anything amiss with him, and she was certain that he was dead just a few moments ago.

"You can revive people. But that power is on the realm of a God," She looked back at me, her frustration replaced by fear.

Technically, I didn't revive Zod.

The real Zod was suffering internally to begin with. Find adventures at My Virtual Library Empire

What I did was kill something I created, and then fixed it.

"Supreme Archmage," I corrected her with a faint smile.

She fell silent, lost in thought.

"What if I drink your blood? Can it cure me?" she asked, her tone hopeful .

"No," I shook my head.

"Why not? It could revive the dead, right?" she reasoned.

"Listen, if you drink my blood directly, you'll explode. You saw how the space cracked, didn't you?"

"The only reason this guy didn't explode was because he was already dead in the first place. But someone like you would die instead. And if you die by my blood, there's no way to revive you," I explained solemnly.

She hesitated to speak after hearing my words.

At this point, after all the proof I had shown her, she found herself in the headspace where she believed I had been telling the truth all along.

"So I had to..." Her words trailed off, the notion of drinking my semen was enough to flustered a virgin like her.

"We don't really have much choice,"