Neurolink System in the Modern World

The thug’s eyes widened in horror, and he gulped, unable to answer.

Their leader looked up at me, his expression a mix of anger and desperation. "You’re a monster," he spat.

"Maybe I am," I said, shrugging. "But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re the one who messed with me first. You’re bad people and deserved to be punished under my new rule. "

The burly man with the shaved head took a deep breath and looked up at me, his eyes filled with fear.

"We’re not all bad," he said with shaking lips. "We just made a mistake."

"I decide that your mistake is worth more than your lives" I asked, my voice cold.

The thugs exchanged glances, their fear turning to despair.

"Make a choice now, or I’ll kill you and your sister," I warned.

The thug stayed quiet, his eyes darting around as he thought about his sister, looking for a way out of the tough spot he was in.

The tension in the alley was intense. The weight of his decision seemed almost too much to bear. His sister’s imaged stayed locked on his mind.

He finally found his voice, hoarse and trembling. "Okay, okay. I— I want to live."

With a smirk, I leaned back in a the wall, folding my arms. "Is that really your choice?."

He hesitated for a moment, but then nodded his head. His face was twisted with guilt, and he was on the verge of tears.

The thug looked at me, his eyes now filled with defeat. "What will you do with her?"

"That’s for me to decide, not you," I said with a shrug.

He clenched his fists, the muscles in his arms straining . "Please make it painless—"

"Painless?" I burst out laughing at his request. "What a good brother you are," I said, finding his plea amusing.

"I’ll trap her soul in eternal suffering and make sure she knows it was you who put her there," I said.

The thug’s face went pale, and his eyes widened in terror. His body trembled uncontrollably, and he staggered back, struggling to stay on his feet. "No... please," he whispered, his voice cracking. "Don’t do that. I—I’ll do anything. Just don’t make her suffer…. Kill me instead!"

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"It’s too late," I said, my voice cold. "You made your choice, and I’m a man of my word."

The thug dropped to his knees, his eyes streaming with tears. "Please, no! I was wrong — I’m an idiot! Just Don’t kill her. I’m begging you!" His voice was desperate, almost incoherent as he reached out, grasping at the air as if trying to grasp hope. "I’ll make it right. Just spare her!"

I looked at him with no sympathy. "It’s too late for that," I said firmly. "You made your choice, and now you have to face the consequences." I shook my head , no longer entertaining his plea.

Then I turned to the others.

"It wouldn’t be fair if he’s the only one who survives," I said. "I’m an unbiased god, after all. So here’s the deal: I’ll kill all your loved ones in exchange for your surivival. Seems fair, doesn’t it?"

The other thugs’ faces went pale as the gravity of the offer hit them. They exchanged terrified glances, their eyes wide with shock and fear.

Some of them trembled visibly, unable to speak. One thug sank to the ground, his face buried in his hands, sobbing uncontrollably

"You guys are too emotional. Think about it. Death is just a natural part of life. I’m just speeding up the process."

"Now, I’ll count to ten," I said, starting the countdown. "By the end, you need to decide whether you want to live or die. One…"

"Two…" The thugs’ breathing grew more rapid. Some glanced around desperately, as if searching for a miracle.

"Three…" One thug’s face turned ashen, and he clenched his fists, clearly fighting back tears.

"Four…" A few began to shake uncontrollably, their eyes darting from one another, trying to gauge their options.

"Five…" Several thugs started to sob openly, their pleas growing more frantic. "Please, we’ll do anything!"

"Six…" The air was filled with panicked whispers and hurried conversations as they struggled to make a decision.

"Seven…" One thug dropped to his knees, looking up at me with tear-filled eyes. "Just tell us what you want!"

"Eight…" The air was thick with desperation, and some thugs were starting to physically collapse under the pressure, their hands gripping their heads.

"Nine…" A few of them looked utterly defeated, their shoulders slumped, and their eyes dull with resignation.

"Ten…" I stopped counting, waiting for their final decision, the silence heavy with their fear and regret.

"So, what will it be?" I asked, a wide sadistic grin spreading across my face as I savored the moment.

"Do you want to live, or do you want to die?" I relished the power I held over them, enjoying their fear and desperation as they faced the consequences of their mistakes.

"Oh, to make it interesting," I said, snapping my fingers. A wooden mahogany door appeared on the wall. "Anyone who says they want to live can leave this limbo through that door."

"And anyone who says they want to die can enjoy this thing," I added, snapping my fingers again.

An iron maiden coffin appeared with a menacing clank.

The torture equipment was a dark, imposing metal coffin, adorned with sharp, rusted spikes that jutted inward from all sides.

Its surface was covered in intricate, twisted patterns, giving it an eerie, ancient look.

The lid was slightly open, revealing the rows of spikes inside, which seemed to promise a slow and painful end.

I stood back, watching their reactions with a cold gaze as they faced their choices.

"Go ahead," I said, motioning towards the door and the iron maiden. "Feel free to pick whatever you like. There’s no right or wrong answer here. What you choose is what’s right for you."

The thugs stood frozen, their eyes darting between the wooden door and the iron maiden.