Neurolink System in the Modern World

"Kwan, your cousin is filthy rich."

The murmurs of young people buzzed around the pier as nearly 30 of them laughed, snapped photos, and marveled at the impressive yacht before them.

The yacht's exterior was impressive. Its white hull shimmered in the sunlight, and large windows adorned the upper deck, allowing passengers to enjoy the scenic views.

It also exuded an air of modern luxury, with a sleek design that balanced sophistication and practicality.

The name "Ocean Wave" was displayed in gold lettering near the bow, adding a touch of elegance to the overall look. It was a stylish vessel, ready to take its guests on a memorable journey across the sea.

"Yeah, he's quite loaded," Kwan replied with a smug face. He acted as though he had hit the jackpot, like someone who had just landed on a gold mine.

But it was understandable, given that he no longer had any recollections of being beaten up or manipulated. In his memory, he had a wealthy cousin who had spoiled and allowed him to flex his newfound status.

"Hey, we brought some drugs with us, is that cool, bro?" a bald man with a muscular body inquired, his hand resting on his girlfriend's shoulder acting like a wannabe gangster.

His girlfriend also had fake blonde hair and heavy makeup, so when people saw the two of them together, they thought they were a perfect match. A wannabe gangster and a wannabe blonde – a match made in heaven.

"What drugs did you bring ?" The other boys started getting curious.

"Just some weed, a bit of cocaine and some special drugs I got from a secret source," he replied with a proud look, as if carrying drugs elevated his status in the group. It was a typical mindset of a good-for-nothing bully and delinquent.

"Special drugs? Are you talking about the Dragon Crystal?" one of the boys, who seemed to be also a druggie, asked.

"You know about it?"

"Of course. It's the hottest type of drug right now. How did you get some? It's pretty rare."

"I have my connections," the bald man replied with a smug smile.

"Hey, you should stop talking about drugs. We should get inside. ," His girlfriend interjected with an annoyed expression.

"She's right," Kwan chimed in with a laugh, and he gestured for everyone to follow him.

As they approached, they could see a welcoming party of ten crew members dressed in crisp white uniforms, ready to greet them.

"Welcome Mr. Kwan , " With respect and courtesy, they all bowed their heads in a synchronized display of hospitality.

"Good job," he replied with a condescending tone as he handed over his bag, exuding an air of arrogance.

"You can hand them your bags too. They'll take care of it for you," he shouted, making it abundantly clear that he was the one in charge today.

"You look really cool, Kwan!" the girls began to shout, their eyes gleaming with interest. They couldn't help but imagine how wonderful it would be if they could become Kwan's woman. Perhaps he might even introduce them to his wealthy cousin.

"Handle our bags with care," his friends then abused the crew's hospitality and began to act like they were the bosses as well. In response, the crew simply smiled, seemingly unfazed by the behavior.

However, as soon as they all settled onto the ship, a dark and creepy smile appeared on their faces.

Their expressions were so weird that anyone might have mistaken them for a group of serial killers rather than people in the service industry .

"You bastards haven't changed a bit. You're still a bunch of degenerates," a female crew member muttered to herself.

"I will enjoy this vacation," another crew member spoke with malice, this time a male.

***

Inside the yacht, everyone was welcomed by a vast deck. The deck was expansive, providing ample space for people to relax and enjoy the ocean views.

It was adorned with comfortable seating, allowing guests to bask in the sun or find a cozy spot in the shade. The wooden deck, well-polished and in impeccable condition, added a touch of elegance to the overall ambiance. It was the perfect area for passengers to soak in the sun, feel the gentle sea breeze, and savor the beginning of their voyage.

"My God, this place looks expensive!" the girls exclaimed as they began running around the moment they stepped in.

They quickly started selecting the best spots for taking pictures to share on social media.

The boys, headed straight for the food banquet. There was an array of luxurious foods and wines available, making it clear that the catering for the event was extravagant and expensive.

"Hey, Kwan, where is that rich cousin of yours?" the bald man inquired, his thoughts drifting towards the potential investment opportunities such a wealthy individual might provide for his questionable activities. He was planning to pitch his drugs business .

"He'll be here soon," Kwan replied, having received a message that they were on their way.

"Is your cousin handsome?" one of the girls asked.

"He looks like an idol," Kwan replied with a confident look. In his heart, his cousin was someone who had always treated him well.

"Introduce us to him," the girls who didn't have their boyfriends with them pestered Kwan.

As for those who did have one, they felt somewhat unlucky. They couldn't flirt with Kwan's cousin without potentially offending their boyfriends.

"Sir , Kwan . Young Master told us that phone should be confiscated for now," One of the crew members spoke and interjected .

"Alright , guys give all your phones to them . Don't worry you will get it back once we are in the island." He declared.

"Why should we? We want to take more pictures," the girls protested.

"Don't worry, we have professional photographers joining us. It's just that my cousin's identity is quite complicated, so we need to be careful," Kwan explained.

They initially wanted to protest, but the moment his cousin's name was mentioned, they had second thoughts. They couldn't afford to offend a big shot after all.

After being informed about the rules, everyone complied. It wasn't a big deal, especially since there were professional photographers with DSLR cameras present, which satisfied their desire for high-quality pictures.

On the other hand, the boys indulged themselves in the expensive food and wine, thoroughly satisfying their desires. Everyone was in high spirits.

Little did they know that their current enjoyment was akin to the last meal of someone on death row.

"Enjoy your last vacation,"