Neurolink System in the Modern World

'Whoa, what the hell is this place?' I mused to myself as we stepped into a colossal chamber.

It was nothing like the prison cell in Seoul; this looked more like a metallic dome customized only for the most dangerous and powerful villain this world had ever seen.

In the center, there was another dome made of thick glass, and through it, I spotted an old man lying on a bed, deeply engrossed in a book. He seemed completely oblivious to our presence.

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'Is that my grandpa? He's just chilling down here,' I chuckled to myself, seeing how he was casually flipping through a book. And there wasn't just one but dozens of it scattered on the floor.

'Are we going to fly to cross?' I pondered to myself, as there seemed to be no visible bridges.

It felt akin to watching a certain mutant with a metal helmet confined in a space where his powers were restricted.

Well, from what I read in his profile, my granddad's portfolio was even more menacing.

At least that magnet guy had some noble purposes, unlike my grandfather, who was just doing things impulsively. I sometimes wondered if I was adopted because I was different from my relatives.

"I thought he was weak now; why are we putting so much effort into locking him up?" I casually asked the prison director.

It wasn't a suspicious question, given my status in the admin department that didn't grant me access to certain information.

He just looked at me and chuckled, "It's normal. He might be weak now, but he is still dangerous. This is just in case he suddenly recovers," he answered.

'Whoa, my grandpa is an OG; people are still afraid of him despite looking this old,' I thought to myself. He had committed so many heinous crimes when he was young that he still instill this much fear. Talk about being evil.

Now I felt a twinge of shame.

They seemed to have forgotten about me. No one was talking about Zero-One, the person who killed thousands and sunk warships in North korea. Where the hell was my fear factor?

"Is he really that dangerous ?" I asked.

"Dangerous is an understatement , " The director shook his head.

"How about compared to that person who attacked North Korea?" I inserted my name into the conversation, expecting some compliment, like how afraid they were of me.

"You mean that? He was beaten by Mr. Zhang, so he wasn't on the same level of Zero at his prime."

'Fuck you. I'll rip your mouth off if I wasn't undercover. Who are you calling not on the same level? I was using like 20% of my ability, no, 10% of my ability that time,' I protested inwardly.

Being underestimated like this hit my "little" ego. He even used the word "that," implying he did not even remembered my code name "Zero-One"

'I'll put you on my to-torture list,' I grinned.

He just landed himself in hell for talking smack about me.

It was a petty reason, but sucks to be him because I'm a petty person, so he just had to blame his dirty mouth. He didn't even know the simple hack of "less words, less mistakes."

CREAAAAAK.

Suddenly, the entire place started vibrating, and from below, a bridge began to ascend, rising into position.

When the bridge connected to the glass dome, the ranked team led the way, their weapons all focused on my granddad. They seemed genuinely afraid; some of them were even trembling, as if facing Satan himself.

As for me, I felt excited. I wanted to know if he would discover my identity or not. So far, not even Zhang was able to figure me out.

Not like I expected something from him whose power was just about pure kinetic energy. He was like an extreme stat person, essentially a DPS in a game, while I would be considered a Jack of all trades, Master of all.

As we reached the glass wall I looked for something like a door , but I was weird out because there was none .

"Where is the door?" I turned to the talkative director again.

"This glass is made of a special material. He can't see us, but we can see and hear him from outside . A technological wonder that humanity had create from combined effort and talents," he explained.

'Fuck this guy. I asked where the door is, and he started bragging,' I shook my head in disappointment.

Fortunately, my question was answered immediately when Zhang entered the place, passing through it as if it were jelly.

'Who are you,' my grandfather stopped reading his book, focusing his gaze at Zhang.

"I'm Zhang Jing , the current number One gifted in Asia ," he introduced himself with a prideful tone.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Zhang Jing? Are you related to Zhang Jung ?" My grandfather asked with a quavering voice, aged and filled with the weight of years.

"He's my grandfather ," Zhang replied .

"I see. I could see some similarities. How is he?" My grandfather inquired, the lines of his face softening into a warm smile. It was as if he were asking about the well-being of a long-lost friend.

This expression startled me; I had anticipated a more sinister demeanor based on the reports, but he was more normal than I thought.

However, Zhang's face turned a little bit sour when he heard my grandfather's warm words.

"Dead, you killed him, remember?" He replied, still maintaining his composure.

"Did I? Sorry, I've killed so many ants in my life that I've forgotten about them already," my grandfather started laughing maniacally. The quavering and weak voice was gone.

"Zhang... Zhang... right, right. I remember now. I killed him after stealing his wife from him too. Boy, are you sure you're not my grandson?

I fuck her wife so much that I might be your real grandfather!" he added with a sadistic grin.

'Damn, he is too ruthless. How can he say such things?'

I felt embarrassed by his words. He was far from me, as I was respectful of others' feelings, and would never brag about fucking someone's else wife.

How could he just rub it in Zhang's face like that? What a jerk.

I refused to believed that we are related by blood.