Neurolink System in the Modern World

"You're so unlucky," I shook my head as if I was looking at dead person.

"W— What do you mean?" He stuttered.

"You could have just been an obedient piece of shit and become my mindless puppet. But you're mind power is too high that I have to completely destroy your mind first." I shook my head in disappointment for the additional effort that I had to put in.

"N— No, wait please. I can serve you…" He pleaded but before he could say anything more, his vision changed, and he found himself on a court room.

He stood at the defendant's stand, facing a jury composed of faceless individuals. Each juror represented a facet of his conscience, judging him for his sins.

And there, sitting on the judge's seat, was yours truly – me, the self-proclaimed god of dreams, enjoying the show with a mischievous grin.

"Is this an illusion?" he questioned.

"Can illusions do this?" I chuckled as I waved my hand, and suddenly the walls of the courtroom changed into a dark sky with lightning, thundering, and wind blowing on his face.

"ARHG!" he exclaimed in pain as a cut appeared on his cheek from the wind. Everything felt real. It was too real to be just an illusion.

"What the hell is this place?" he asked with a paled expression. Controlling things was one thing, but bending reality was on another level.

In that moment, his once proud self-reached its limit. For years, he had believed himself to be special, someone superior to humans, blessed in some extraordinary way.

However, gazing at my arrogant countenance and overwhelming power, he was confronted with the realization that he stood before a god. Not just any god, but one capable of bending reality to its will.

"I told you we should be buddies," I mocked him while munching on some chocolate. My legs were casually resting on the judge's table, and I leaned back in the chair, all while enjoying in the humor of the situation, as if insulting him with each bite of my delicious chocolate.

"P— Please spare my life!" His voice trembled as he pleaded for mercy, desperation etched in every word he uttered.

"Well, I can't really do anything, so we should probably have a full court hearing right now," I replied with a nonchalant expression. I casually adjusted my judge's robe and inspected my gavel (wooden hammer).

"KILL HIM!"

"KILL THAT BASTARD!"

The faceless figures in the court began screaming with anger.

"ORDER!"

"ORDER!"

"ORDER IN THE COURT!"

I banged my gavel to demand silence.

"So, did you kill a person before?" I asked.

"What?" He was confused by my question. I had just witnessed him kill multiple people, and now I was asking him something so obvious.

"Just answer yes or no. If you lie, I'll judge you guilty right away!" I warned him.

"Yes!" He answered hurriedly, afraid that I would kill him.

"GUILTY!"I shouted and then raised my wooden hammer in the air. Suddenly, the hammer kept getting bigger and bigger until it blocked the whole sky.

"NO!!!!!!" He screamed and tried to run, but chains suddenly appeared on the ground and bound his body.

The giant hammer of justice descended from the sky. As it came down, the air around it shimmered and burst into flames, creating a surreal and illogical scene.

*BOOOOM!

The colossal hammer landed squarely on him, obliterating everything in its path and turning his body into a mangled state. However, instead of his life finding peace in the embrace of death, he suddenly jolted awake and found himself inside a small coffin.

"P—PLEASE STOP THIS!" He screamed in agony. The pain of being smashed still lingered in his heart, and now he was trapped and bound in this confined and small place.

*BAM!

*BAM!

*BAM!

As he continued banging on the tight space of his coffin, desperation painted his face. Each futile attempt to escape only deepened the realization that he was trapped in a very bad place.

He also felt like the air was thinning, each breath a struggle.

His labored breathing echoed, and beads of sweat trickled down his face, a proof to the intense and scary ordeal he was enduring.

But it was not over yet.

The place shifted again, transforming into a surreal maze of mirrors. This time he found himself surrounded by countless reflections, each one distorting his face.

The mirrors seemed to mock his disfigured appearance, exacerbating the torment as he grappled with his insecurities. His anguished screams echoed through the dream corridors, bouncing off the mirror walls.

In a cruel twist, the ground beneath him turned into a black quagmire, slowing his movements to a crawl.

The more he struggled, the deeper he sank into the viscous substance. It was an ironic scene, mirroring the weight of guilt and regret that clung to him. Each step forward became an effort, and the environment seemed to feed on his internal turmoil.

As he descended further into the darkness, a haunting montage played out—a reel of his past misdeeds. Scenes of his criminal exploits, the lives he had ruined, and the pain he had inflicted upon others unfolded in vivid detail.

Each frame served as a harsh reminder of the consequences of his actions, a relentless playback of his own sins.

Finally, his mind shattered into pieces, and I could sense that he was already on the brink of death if I didn't stop.

"You're my slave now," I commanded.

[Suggestion: Success]

He bowed his head in front of me, his eyes vacant because I utterly destroyed his mind. Now, even if he were to touch a moon gem, he would still be a brain-dead person because my power was the only reason he could function.

"Wait for me until I'm finished," I ordered. Using this guy to finish everyone would leave too much evidence. It was better for me to take control of another group of gangsters and make it seem like a normal gang war.

As for my pawns that got sliced up. Well, I'll just turn them into chunks of meat and bring their bodies with me.