Neurolink System in the Modern World

67  Indirectly I hailed a cab and headed to a market far away from home. Before leaving the house, I checked my clothing for any traces of blood. Fortunately, there was none, so I didn't need to waste any time changing.

As I sat in the cab, I glanced out of the window and noticed that the sun was still bright. So , I wasn't too concerned about the time. Even if that man didn't return for the night, his friends would likely assume he was occupied with Alyssa. It would take them a day or two to realize he had gone missing. I had a plan in place for such a scenario. But right now, my main focus was on disposing of the body.

Honestly, I was feeling terrible at that moment. I couldn't believe how careless I had been, and as a result, a man was dead. While he had attempted to harm Alyssa, it didn't change the fact that she had killed him. In a way, I felt responsible for his death, indirectly, due to my own incompetence. It was a  reminder that I had taken my system for granted, considering it almost like a heroic tool, when in reality, it was a very dangerous system that could lead to death of many if not managed carefully. "I'm an idiot," I muttered.

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After a 30-minute ride, the cab reached the marketplace. I got out of the cab but didn't immediately head into the market itself. Instead, I decided to look around and find someone who could help me obtain what I needed. Using my phone to search for it was risky, as even incognito mode would leave digital traces. So, the safest course of action was to acquire everything I needed without relying on anything that could potentially be traced back to me digitally. I looked around for a couple of minutes, observing the market. Finally, my eyes settled on someone who appeared to be the perfect candidate for the job. This disheveled fellow  seemed to be unemployed and was sitting alone on a bench, looking quite depressed. It was clear at first glance that he had little to no money to his name. With a slow walking pace, I began to make my way towards him. "Hey," I spoke to him, trying to get his attention.

"What do you want?" he replied with an annoyed expression. It was clear that this person not only lacked employment but also had a rather rude personality.

"I can give you money if you follow all my orders," I muttered to myself as I discreetly use my skill, simultaneously handing him a fat bundle of money amounting to around 200,000 won.

[Suggestion: Success]

"Anything, boss," he eagerly agreed, standing up and grinning like an obedient dog after seeing the large bundle.

"Do you know any place around here that sells Hydrofluoric acid and lye?" I inquired. I had a plan in mind to use it to dissolve the body, much like that movie about a chemistry teacher who makes illegal drugs.

However, I knew it wouldn't be as simple as just using Hydrofluoric  acid. I'd done some research in the past, intrigued by that part of the series, and discovered that it would take weeks, perhaps even a month, to completely dissolve a body using this method. Unfortunately , I didn't have the luxury of time for a slow dissolution process. Good thing, I had come across a Reddit post where a user had written an article about a method to exponentially increase the acidity of hydrofluoric acid. This could speed up the dissolution process significantly. "Yes, I can get it from a hardware store," he replied. "Good," I wasted no time and handed him the money to purchase 20 gallons of hydrofluoric acid, a sack of lye, and a plastic blue drum. I also instructed him to rent a van to transport all of these items to my address. Acquiring such a large quantity might raise suspicions, so I implanted the idea that these materials would be used for glass etching. With those purchases arranged, I borrowed his phone to order two sets of appropriate protective equipment, including items like gloves, safety glasses and shoes, earplugs or earmuffs,respirators, safety footwear, and respiratory protective equipment (RPE). Naturally, I wasn't foolish enough to have these items delivered directly to my own house. Instead, I contacted the seller and provided the address where he would be waiting to receive them. I needed to ensure that my actions remained discreet and concealed from any prying eyes. As time passed, I kept a close watch on him to ensure he followed all my instructions. Thankfully, everything went smoothly, and by around 7:00 pm, all the items I needed were safely in my house. "Good work, here is an additional 1,000,000 won," I handed him more money, aiming to further increase the effectiveness of my skill. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Thank you, boss," he expressed his gratitude with a bow, and I could sense that my influence over him was strong enough to attempt more challenging commands, even if they bordered on the illogical.

"I've paid you a lot of money, so with that sum, you will never betray me, no matter what."

[Suggestion: Success]

"Yes, Boss."

"I want you to never tell anyone about what happened today," I commanded.

[Suggestion: Success]

"Yes, boss."

"If someone asks you about me or anything related to this house, then you will not even remember anything at all."

[Suggestion: Success]

"Yes, Boss."

With everything settled and my precautions in place, I was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. Now, all that remained was to dispose of the body and hope for the best. —

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In the basement, Alyssa and I carefully handled the body, placing it into the drum. We both made sure to wear the necessary protective gear, as we were essentially dealing with substances that could be deadly if they came into contact with our skin or were inhaled. I carefully poured the hydrofluoric acid into the drum, filling it up. Hydrofluoric acid alone wouldn't be enough to dissolve the body quickly, but with the addition of lye, a chemical reaction would occur, increasing the acidity of the acid exponentially. To ensure safety, I needed to add the sack of lye at the end. Speed was of the essence, and we had to close the drum immediately to prevent any gas leaks, as the fumes from this mixture would be extremely dangerous to inhale. "Close it immediately after I drop the sack. After that, let's get out of the basement fast," I urgently instructed her, emphasizing the need for swift action to ensure our safety. "Yes, Master," she replied

"1"

"2"

"3"

I dropped the sack into the drum, and as instructed, Alyssa quickly sealed it shut. "RUN!" We both sprinted towards the exit. The last thing I wanted was for that drum to explode in our faces.