Neurolink System in the Modern World

Fred was utterly speechless in the face of my shamelessness, but what could he do other than to go along with the flow?

"You can thank me later for my good intention," I whispered to him

I'm not foolish enough to play the humble cliche protagonist, only to wait for the perfect moment to be insulted by others and stage a triumphant comeback. I mean, let's be honest, I'm just too rich and handsome for anyone to even think about trying that.

So, instead, I've decided to make this party a source of entertainment, at their expense, of course. Sure, it might make me look a bit of an asshole, but who cares? I've done far more questionable things, and holding back on being a jerk just seems like a waste of my talents.

"I think the staffs wont mind ," Fred scratch his head.

"Alright, well, you did pay for this place," I replied nonchalantly, gesturing for Ayumi to follow.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Misa seething with anger. If I were just an ordinary person, they might have already called the guards or thrown me out of the party.

But I'd made it clear that I had connections, announcing my relationship with the hotel's owner, and even having a staff member refer to me as "young master." They were left with no option but to swallow their pride and kiss my ass.

Meanwhile, the trio was still behaving somewhat awkwardly, too self conscious that all eyes were on us. But that didn't bother me in the slightest.

"I had no idea you were this wealthy, Mr. Zyn," Lizzy asked, breaking the tension in our table. I half-expected her to bring up my wealth; it seemed like this girl had an uncanny attraction to money, for whatever reason.

I don't really pass judgment on materialistic women. I mean, let's be honest, most people do have a soft spot for money, whether they admit it or not. They say money can't buy happiness, but it's still more comfortable to shed tears in a million-dollar mansion than on the street

Even Misa, the social climber birthday girl, didn't really bother me. I mean, it's not like I cared whether she wanted to flaunt her stuff or not. Such behaviors are pretty much the norm these days, all thanks to the influence of social media.

People showcasing their latest gadgets and luxurious lifestyles can sometimes warp the minds of young women, making them believe they're falling short if they don't own certain products or lead a particular lifestyle for everyone to see. It's essentially a form of consumerism that feeds people the idea that they should always crave more, often beyond their means.

And , I'm not entirely exempt from this consumerist mindset either. I have a powerful system at my disposal, and I come from a wealthy family, so I can indulge my impulses.

So the reason I want to put Misa in her place was quite simple: I'm bored. So, why not have some fun and mess with everyone who's caused Ayumi any grief?

I'm not a good guy on the first place who spouts off about doing things to protect my loved one because it's the right thing to do. Sure, I care about Ayumi, but she's like 30% of the reason behind my plan to messed with everyone. The other 70% is pure narcissism and borderline psychotic tendencies.

Returning to the discussion, I took a leisurely sip of water before responding to her question.

"I'm the son of a hotel mogul " I replied, blatantly lying through my teeth.

Thanks to my charisma, it didn't take long for Lizzy to become utterly stars truck. I swear I could almost see dollar signs in her eyes.

"That's intriguing. So, why did you become a substitute teacher?" Ria inquired, her curiosity clearly piqued this time.

"Oh, I was just killing time," I chuckled, offering a casual response.

"You can never quite grasp the complexities of the minds of the wealthy," Lizzy sighed in a joking tone. "If only I had known you were this loaded, I might have thought twice about setting you up with Ayumi."

"Seonsaeng-nim is mine!" Ayumi exclaimed, quickly seizing my shoulder, as if worried someone might try to steal me away.

Lizzy and Ria exchanged a knowing glance, recognizing that their dear friend was head over heels in love and couldn't even handle a light-hearted joke.

Meanwhile, Ayumi continued to cling to me, holding me tight, and I didn't mind it at all. It was precisely what made her so refreshing in my eyes. Her adorably normal behavior made me feel like a normal person.

"Don't worry, no one could steal me away from you," I teased her with a smile.

She didn't respond and just turned her head down shyly. It appeared that she wasn't quite used to public displays of affection just yet.

"Here is your food, sir ,"

Finally, the food graced our table, and it was evident they hadn't skimped on the dishes as they presented the dishes.

In fact, we seemed to have a more food compared to the other tables. Fred was more sensible than I gave her credits for.

However, his girlfriend continued to direct daggers at Ayumi with her gaze. Women could be quite hard to handle most of the time. Unlike men, who often choose their battles wisely, some women believe that their biology granted them superpowers to act though, even when the odds weren't in their favor.

I could sense something brewing in her eyes, and I couldn't help but anticipate what she might have in store.

'I hope your plans are entertaining enough to amuse me,' I chuckled to myself, picturing Misa's likely irritated expression.

Honestly, she didn't look too shabby at all; in fact, she was quite passable. She even outshone Lizzy in terms of attractiveness, with only Ayumi truly overshadowing her in terms of the melons and cuteness department .

"Our special guest has arrived!" the host announced.