Neurolink System in the Modern World

66  Maintained Composure *CRACK! Another shattering sound reverberated from the direction of the kitchen. I approached cautiously, reminding myself of the importance of vigilance. Being overconfident now could be fatal. If that bastard had a knife or any weapon, a single careless moment could end it all for me. What good is my skill if I end up getting stabbed before I even have a chance to use it? I needed to stay alert and assess the situation before taking any action. 'But what if he had already harmed her?' I muttered to myself.

Despite her resistance, there was a chance that he might have inflicted harm on her by now.  The thought weighed heavily on my mind as I continued to approach the scene with caution, not knowing what I would discover. While Alyssa might have warranted punishment for her past actions, the idea of her dying was a step too far. Serving me was a sufficient punishment for her deeds. *CRACK! "Shit," n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

With the next shattering noise, I swiftly and cautiously walk toward the kitchen, ensuring I maintained a safe distance. My heart pounded in anticipation of a potential confrontation. I even took cover against the wall next to the open kitchen door, ready for what I might encounter. However, what I saw after taking a peek inside the kitchen made me almost vomit.

*CRACK

*CRACK *CRACK

The noise of glass breaking and hitting the floor reverberated loudly throughout the entire kitchen.

"Alyssa!" I yelled out, dropping the scissors in shock as I confronted the horrifying scene in front of me. The kitchen was a gruesome and horrifying sight to behold. It resembled a nightmarish scene with broken plates, shattered glass, pools of blood, and even fragments of skin and muscle strewn about. The sheer shock and horror of the scene rendered me utterly speechless, struggling to process everything in front of me.

"Stop!" I commanded with all the authority I could muster, and the person responsible for this carnage paused.

The person's cold and emotionless eyes, coupled with the bloodied face, sent a shiver down my spine. It was as if I were staring at a monstrous entity, something beyond comprehension or reason. "Master, you're back. " Alyssa greeted me with a seemingly normal smile, but given the blood on her face and the gruesome scene around her, it sent a chill down my spine. I couldn't help but feel like I was staring at a heartless  serial killer. Even my uncle's torture hadn't been this brutal or horrifying. "What happened?" I asked her, attempting to steady my own nerves.

"Master, he tried to touch me, so I had to defend myself," she explained calmly. "First, I used a coffee cup from the living room to hit him in the head, but it wasn't enough to stop him. He chased me into the kitchen, so I started throwing knives, plates and glass at him, and then he drop to the ground. I followed all of your orders, I can't allow anyone to touch..." "Stop," I commanded firmly, cutting her off. I couldn't bear to hear any more of the gruesome details.

It dawned on me that I had made a grave mistake by not programming her with a proper response for situations where someone might harm her. Her immediate reaction had been to eliminate the threat, and it was a blunder on my part that had led to this horrifying outcome. "Help….. me," a weak voice suddenly jolted me from my thoughts.

"You're still alive?" I exclaimed, rushing toward the bloodied man. I couldn't help but wonder how many glasses she had thrown to cause this much damage to him, seeing the fragments embedded in his face. And then I noticed the knife wounds on his abdomen. She must have thrown knives at him randomly. This was far more intense than I'd first thought. It wasn't that I felt pity for him or anything; rather, I was more concerned about the consequences of the situation. If he were not this wounded, I could just manipulate him to my advantage. However, if he were to die inside my house, that would create an entirely different and far more complicated set of problems. I quickly realized the potential repercussions of this situation. If this guy had informed his friends or associates that he was coming here to visit Alyssa, she would likely be the prime suspect if anything happened to him. Reporting this to the police was also out of the question, as it could inadvertently alert his gangster group and put not only Alyssa but also Alice and myself in grave danger. I needed to carefully consider my next steps to navigate this delicate and dangerous situation. "I need to think of a way out of this. Think, Zyden, think," I muttered to myself, my mind racing as I searched for a solution to this complex and potentially deadly predicament. I can't afford any disturbances or draw unwanted attention .

*COUGH *COUGH *COUGH As I racked my brain for the best course of action, this bastard began coughing and vomiting blood. It was a bad sign, and I knew it was too late to save him. No hospital in the world could possibly rescue him now. It would take nothing short of a miracle for this  bastard to survive. And, as I had feared, I was proven right. After a few agonizing seconds, the man finally drew his last breath, succumbing to the severe injuries he had sustained. "I have no other option," I sighed, recognizing that I couldn't afford to let anyone find out what had just happened. I was furious at the situation, but I understood that maintaining my composure was absolutely crucial to prevent the situation from spiraling further out of control. Thankfully, our house had a yard, and I was pretty sure the neighbors hadn't heard the commotion.

"Alyssa, clean up this mess and take his body to the basement," I ordered, getting up. I had to go out and get something to deal with this mess. "Yes, Master"