Neurolink System in the Modern World

Chapter 543: The Devil’s Choice.

The thug’s eyes widened in horror, and he gulped, unable to answer.

Their leader looked up at me, his expression a mix of anger and desperation. "You’re a monster," he spat.

"Maybe I am," I said, shrugging. "But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re the one who messed with me first. You’re bad people and deserved to be punished under my new rule. "

The burly man with the shaved head took a deep breath and looked up at me, his eyes filled with fear.

"We’re not all bad," he said with shaking lips. "We just made a mistake."

"I decide that your mistake is worth more than your lives" I asked, my voice cold.@@@@

The thugs exchanged glances, their fear turning to despair.

"Make a choice now, or I’ll kill you and your sister," I warned.

The thug stayed quiet, his eyes darting around as he thought about his sister, looking for a way out of the tough spot he was in.

The tension in the alley was intense. The weight of his decision seemed almost too much to bear. His sister’s imaged stayed locked on his mind.

He finally found his voice, hoarse and trembling. "Okay, okay. I— I want to live."

With a smirk, I leaned back in a the wall, folding my arms. "Is that really your choice?."

He hesitated for a moment, but then nodded his head. His face was twisted with guilt, and he was on the verge of tears.

The thug looked at me, his eyes now filled with defeat. "What will you do with her?"

"That’s for me to decide, not you," I said with a shrug.

He clenched his fists, the muscles in his arms straining . "Please make it painless—"

"Six..." The air was filled with panicked whispers and hurried conversations as they struggled to make a decision.

"Seven..." One thug dropped to his knees, looking up at me with tear-filled eyes. "Just tell us what you want!"

"Eight..." The air was thick with desperation, and some thugs were starting to physically collapse under the pressure, their hands gripping their heads.

"Nine..." A few of them looked utterly defeated, their shoulders slumped, and their eyes dull with resignation.

"Ten..." I stopped counting, waiting for their final decision, the silence heavy with their fear and regret.

"So, what will it be?" I asked, a wide sadistic grin spreading across my face as I savored the moment.

"Do you want to live, or do you want to die?" I relished the power I held over them, enjoying their fear and desperation as they faced the consequences of their mistakes.

"Oh, to make it interesting," I said, snapping my fingers. A wooden mahogany door appeared on the wall. "Anyone who says they want to live can leave this limbo through that door."

"And anyone who says they want to die can enjoy this thing," I added, snapping my fingers again.

An iron maiden coffin appeared with a menacing clank.

The torture equipment was a dark, imposing metal coffin, adorned with sharp, rusted spikes that jutted inward from all sides.

Its surface was covered in intricate, twisted patterns, giving it an eerie, ancient look.

The lid was slightly open, revealing the rows of spikes inside, which seemed to promise a slow and painful end.

I stood back, watching their reactions with a cold gaze as they faced their choices.

"Go ahead," I said, motioning towards the door and the iron maiden. "Feel free to pick whatever you like. There’s no right or wrong answer here. What you choose is what’s right for you."

The thugs stood frozen, their eyes darting between the wooden door and the iron maiden.