Neurolink System in the Modern World

Chapter 4: Small upgrades

"Damn it! I hate my gamer self," I cursed myself as I reluctantly pressed the Agility plus button.

Charm is good and all, but in games, you need to increase your base stats first before thinking about anything else.

I increased agility because I had a great idea in mind. I hope this works.

[+2 Agility]

As the notification popped out, there was a pause for a moment. Suddenly, my body started aching for some reason.

"Oh my god, I feel like my muscles will burst !" I exclaimed, flopping onto my bed as the pain continued. It felt as if my fats were being cooked like a steak to a medium-rare doneness.

Time seemed to stretch as I gritted my teeth against the pain.

I made sure not to cry out in agony; I couldn't afford to draw my aunt's attention. If she heard me, she might jump to conclusions, thinking I'd gone crazy. Instead of helping me, she'd probably just assume I needed a straitjacket, not an ambulance. So, I chose silence.

I pulled the bedsheets and bit into it, then I put my pillow over my face to muffle any sound coming from my mouth.

"AHHH, s***!" I groaned. But I was also grinning like an idiot.

I knew it. If I increased my agility, I would likely lose weight, as that's often the way to increase speed. I was right on the money to not focus on charisma.

Time passed, and the pain gradually subsided, leaving me sweaty and exhausted. I lay there, panting, feeling the effects of my decision.

"Well, that was not such a bad experience," I muttered sarcastically to myself. It seemed my "great idea" had come with a hefty and painful price tag.

I sat up, catching my breath, and wiped the sweat off my forehead. Looking at my status again, I saw that my agility had indeed increased 0.3——>2.3

Feeling lighter , I slowly stood up and faced the mirror.

As I gazed at my reflection, I couldn't help but notice that I'd shed a bit of weight, but it definitely wasn't enough to turn me into a chiseled model. I was still carrying a fair share of extra pounds, but beneath my shirt, I could sense that my muscles had become a tad more compact.

Well, that was convenient, I thought with a smirk. Imagine the perplexed looks of my aunt if I'd miraculously transformed into a beach-ready guy overnight. Explaining that would be like trying to convince someone that unicorns were real.

I patted my belly and flexed an almost visible bicep.

"Behold, the slightly improved version of me," I muttered to my reflection, striking what I imagined was a heroic pose. "Still working on it!"

With a chuckle, I turned away from the mirror. At least now I had a plausible explanation for any changes in my appearance. It was progress, even if it was progress at a pace that only a snail with a limp would appreciate.

"Now it's time to complete my next mission.hehehe"

With a creepy smile forming on my face, I began brainstorming ideas on how to blackmail my aunt. Revenge was sweet, and I was ready to serve it in a dish colder than a freezer. Here are a few diabolical schemes that crossed my mind:

*The Mysterious Letter: Sending her a letter with snippets of her affair details, cryptic messages, and a threat to expose everything unless she complies with my demands. The letter would be carefully crafted to keep her guessing and paranoid.

*The Annoying Signs: Subtly dropping hints about her affair in public settings, like leaving anonymous notes on her car windshield or placing a bouquet of black roses on her doorstep. The fear of being exposed would eat away at her.

*The Digital Drop: Uploading snippets of her conversations and photos from her affair onto an encrypted cloud server, then sending her a link with a password. She would need to comply with my demands to prevent the link from being shared.

*Ugly Bastard Blackmail: The simplest approach—just confront her with the evidence and blackmail her directly. This a straight forward tactic that would cut through the chase and put the cards on the table. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

But that idea seems pretty risky. What if she decided to eliminate me the moment she discovered that I was aware of her secret? After all, she was my prime suspect in whatever had happened to me before. And considering I didn't have any physical advantages yet, that plan could quickly turn dangerous.

[Ding]

[System: Blackmails intensity increase chance for Suggestion ]

"I knew it!" I exclaimed with joy as I read the text. This was it—my solution to the problem.

With this new system update, the more I apply pressure through blackmail, the higher the chances of my suggestion working effectively. It seemed like the system was acknowledging my devious plans and offering a helping hand. Time to become the master of manipulation.

"Time to go to work," I sat at my PC and created a new Myface account. I also set up a G-Drive to upload the pictures. The plan was to place the evidence there and then send her the link. Time to execute the plan.

Of course , knowing that this was explicit content, I set a very strong password that was also easy for me to remember. They say a good password is something you should always have on your mind, so I cranked my brain cells to 101% to come up with the perfect password.

Password: Youbitch

"Hahahaha," I couldn't help but laugh hysterically, just imagining the look on her face after seeing this.

"I won't forgive you for all the mistreatment over the years. If I also find out that you're the one who poisoned my water, don't expect any mercy from me," I muttered to myself.

With everything in place, I was ready to deliver the shock of a lifetime to my aunt.

[Sent]