Neurolink System in the Modern World

My vision momentarily blurred, and then I found myself on the coast of Korea.

I could have traveled straight to Seoul using my reserved mind power, but I decided to make a pit stop at the bay to test myself. Additionally, I felt an overwhelming desire to breathe in some fresh air, which drove me to come to this place for some reason.

This was my second time using long distance teleporation , and I felt my mind and body adjusting. The nausea was no longer an issue, and my body quickly adapted to traversing space.

"This place is refreshing?" I pondered aloud, noticing the ocean behind me. The morning sun illuminated the scene with its bright rays.

With ten minutes to spare, I decided to take a leisurely stroll.

The ocean appeared serene, its surface gently undulating with small waves that whispered against the shore.

It was really impressive to think that just moments ago, I had been in the middle of the hustle and bustle of Tokyo's streets, and now I found myself in this tranquil setting by the ocean.

"Look, that guy is so hot," I heard whispers from afar.

"Is he a model?"

"Look at his 10-pack abs,"

When I turned around, I spotted five women and four men in swimwear.

They all looked Korean except for one woman with silver hair, who appeared to be Russian, and a tall African-American man standing at 6'5", with a bulky physique.

They were still a distance away from me, but with my heightened senses, I could clearly see their faces.

The girls all had great proportions, bodies one would usually see in sexy magazines, but the Russian girl stood out. She was the tallest, around 6'2", and her entire body had the perfect curves.

As for the guys? Forget about them. I was too preoccupied admiring the Russian girl body to even recall their faces.

They approached me, and the silver-haired lady greeted me

"Hello, Handsome," she spoke using russian language.

"Thank you for the compliment," I replied confidently. I had learned her language directly using my abilities.

"This is embarrassing. So you knew how to speak Russian. My name is Anna Rakuv. I'm sorry if I came off as rude," she said, extending her soft hands for a handshake.

"No offense taken. My name is Jin-hoo," I replied with a warm smile.

As our hands met, her cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink, her reaction was too obvious .She was momentarily mesmerized by the temptation of my flawless face and sculpted physique, caught off guard by my over the top charisma .

It was really challenging to be excessively handsome. The other girls gazed at me with admiration as well, their eyes filled with lewd thoughts.

In contrast, the guys' glances held a different feeling – one of hostility. In particular, the dark-skinned man directed a piercing glare my way, his expression laden with disdain, as if branding me with the label of "You're dead."

'How dare you look at me like that,' I chuckled inwardly.

At first, I had planned to leave as soon as after my ten minutes were up. However, now an interesting scenario presented itself. Stealing their girlfriends would teach them a lesson or two.

"So, do you live around here?" Anna asked, attempting to engage in conversation with me. She appeared to be the leader of the group, as the other girls stepped down for her. They all eyed me as if I were a prized piece of meat, but none dared to speak or flirt.
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"I just came here to see the ocean," I replied casually.

"Then you're alone?" she asked, her smile tinged with excitement.

As I examined her more closely, her attractiveness became even more visible. She seemed to possess a magnetic aura, her charisma radiating with a score that could easily exceed 15.

Her silver hair cascaded elegantly around her face, perfectly complementing her captivating grey eyes, which held a depth that seemed to lure men in.

"Yes," I nodded in response .

"How about joining us? I have a vacation home nearby, and we are planning to hang out," she suggested, leaning in closer and gently touching my hands.

"I don't want to bother you, but thanks for the offer," I replied, shaking my head slightly while maintaining a respectful tone.

"No, it's not a bother. I insist, please join us," she added, firmly grasping my hands to emphasize her point.

"But it would be rude to your boyfriend," I replied with a sigh, glancing at the men in the group.

"I don't have a boyfriend, they are just my friends!" She quickly shook her head, afraid that I would misunderstand.

The men's faces contorted awkwardly after hearing her response, and I felt deeply satisfied with their expressions.

"Alright," I answered with a wry smile. But deep inside, I was grinning . I shot the guys a haughty look without the girls noticing, and they nearly snapped.

'You just had to mess with the Rizz God,'

***

I was greeted by Anna's vacation home, although calling it a home was an understatement. It was more like a beachfront mansion. With two floors and a ground area of 2000 square meters, and a floor area of 3500 square meters, it was quite impressive.

The modern design boasted large windows, and an infinity pool overlooked the ocean. Adjacent to the pool, there was a fully-equipped bar with pool and darts. The alcohol available was of the most expensive brands.

"Make yourself at home," Anna said as she sat beside me. It was evident that she desired more than just conversation.

I simply nodded in response. Sensing my aloofness, she poured me a glass of expensive vodka, and it would have been rude to refuse, so I drank it down.

While the vodka might have been too strong for some, it was like water to me. I could drink a whole gallon of it and not even feel tipsy.

"Want some more?" she offered, pouring again.

I felt as though I were a young lady in a bar, being persuaded to drink until I lost consciousness so she could take advantage of my body. But I played along and drank it.

"So where do you live, Jin-hoo?" she began a conversation.

"Seoul,"

"Oh, so you're from the capital. Seoul is a really great place," she remarked.

"Yeah, it's good enough. How about you? Why did you come to Korea?" I redirected the conversation. It was becoming dull if she kept asking all the questions.

"I'm from Moscow. My father has business here, so I'm tagging along," she explained.

"I see,."

"You're not going to ask me more?" she asked, her expression one of surprise. She must have thought I would inquire further and become more interested in her.

"I don't really have anything to say," I responded calmly.

After hearing my nonchalant reply, she was momentarily stunned, but she quickly regained her composure, fearing that I might form a negative opinion of her.

"Let's go inside, I want to show you something," she said boldly, taking hold of my right hand which was resting on the bartable. What a daring Russian girl.