Neurolink System in the Modern World

Two Days passed, and Yae still hadn't woken up from the horrible experience she went through. She was basically being kept alive by a bunch of machines in the hospital.

She was just lying there, completely out, surrounded by beeping gadgets and tubes doing their thing. The heart monitor was keeping track of her faint heartbeat, and a ventilator was helping her breathe.

In that hospital room, you could hear the constant background noise of machines doing their job.

The monitors' lights softly lit up the place, showing how much, she was depending on all that tech to stay alive.

"How's yours ?" I took a sip of my coffee and asked her.

We were chilling on the balcony, surrounded by nature.

The coffee's aroma mixed with the fresh air as we kicked back and relaxed. The view was pretty calming, with those sunflowers adding a pop of color to the scene.

"It's bitter," She smiled at me . "But I like it ," she added .

We are not in reality but in her dream world right now. I was curious what she was doing so I entered her dreams.

Before, her dream was a real nightmare – a scene where her boyfriend was slicing her neck. It looked like that was the last thing her brain remembered, and while she was stuck in a coma, that nightmare was on replay.

Things changed when I jumped into her dream. I managed to bring in some good vibes. It was like a switch – suddenly, she started having better dreams while she was still healing her body.

In her dream, she found herself in this mansion perched on a hill. It was like a dream home, equipped with everything she could possibly need – maids, all the comforts to make her stay super cozy.

Even though I knew this whole setup was just in her head, for her, it became a sort of alternate reality. It was her own little world, even if only for a while.

"When are we heading back to Seoul?" she asked.

"Don't you like it here?"

"I do, but I miss working," she replied with a touch of longing.

"Don't worry, we'll be back soon," I reassured her.

Then, I created a copy of myself to keep her company, and I left the dream.

It was not good for me to linger too long in a dream world. Even during my sleep, I avoid using it to keep the line between reality clear.

Opening my eyes, I found myself beside her hospital bed.

"Get well soon," I whispered, planting a kiss on her forehead. It's not like I loved her or anything; I just wanted to look after what belonged to me.

***

The stadium pulsed with vibrant lights, and an immense crowd of tens of thousands of fans eagerly assembled for one of the biggest concerts in the country. The air was filled with anticipation.

The sea of people sported fan T-shirts adorned with Sung Hei's face, turning the venue into a vibrant showcase of devotion.

The sheer number of fans purchasing merchandise was staggering; even with markups ranging from 500% to 1000%, it didn't deter their enthusiasm.

As for me, I selected a low-key approach, donning a face mask and shades. A few minutes earlier, I had attempted to walk without them, only to be mistaken for an idol and be harassed by K-Pop fans.

So, with that whole "being too handsome" predicament, I had to go undercover. I mean, it's tough being this outrageously fortunate.

Blending in with the crowd, I identified a spot to get an access to the backstage area.

Security was tight, with thorough checks for anyone attempting to enter, even those with IDs.

Sung Hei's popularity was off the chart after all, forcing the need for vigilant security measures due to the overwhelming number of fervent fans attempting various things.

The constant presence of security was a testament to the challenges Sung Hei faced. Though, in my opinion, if she possessed even half the power of Rei Mei, she did not need such protection in the first place.

It felt like trying to protect an armored tank with a pistol.

"You're not allowed to enter this place," a guard with a bald head and dark skin stopped me. Read chapters at m_v-l'e|-NovelBin.net

"I own this stadium," I asserted, utilizing my power of suggestion to command him to grant me access.

After dealing with the guard, I continued walking toward the backstage area to locate her.

The place was bustling with activity; everyone seemed occupied with their tasks. Fortunately, my ability allowed me to navigate through the crowd effortlessly, leading me to her locker room.

Without bothering to knock, I twisted the knob and gently swung the door open.

Inside, a team of professionals worked diligently, applying makeup to a stunning woman with glossy black hair adorned with blonde highlights at the tips.

Her current hairstyle featured gentle curls that added a touch of sophistication to her look. An elegant gold ribbon expertly tied her hair, weaving through the curls and creating a graceful contrast against the dark and highlighted strands.

The ribbon not only held her locks in place but also served as a subtle yet striking accessory, enhancing the overall allure of her appearance.

Her fair skin seemed almost ethereal, a canvas for the makeup artists to enhance her features.

A cute nose and lips that begged to be kissed completed the picture of her beauty. The room, filled with the soft hum of cosmetic tools, seemed to enhance the enchantment surrounding her.

I couldn't deny that she was far more beautiful in person. Unfortunately, I didn't have much time to savor her beauty .

"Get out," I commanded, directing everyone except her to leave.

However, she remained unmoved. Her eyes stayed closed as I approached.

When she finally opened them, I was captivated by her black, shining pupils further emphasized by her long, luxurious eyelashes.

I removed my mask, and as our faces reflected in the mirror, it felt like two immortals had descended to Earth. Our features were nearly perfect, an almost impossible combination of beauty.

In fact, I couldn't help but think that most people would be overwhelmed with excitement if they saw us together.

"Zyden," her lips curved into a warm smile, a silent expression of recognition and familiarity.