Neurolink System in the Modern World

"That's right, we're under one of the leaders of United Power, so you must release us," the Ice guy desperately explained, hoping I'd cower in fear.

"Oh, should I be afraid? Who's this leader you're talking about, and how powerful is he?" I inquired, trying to humor him.

Seeing my willingness to converse, his expression improved.

"I'm working under Ishaq, the Head of the Egyptian God Bloodline," he explained.

"Ishaq? And how strong is he?"

"He's really strong, ranked 10 among the 12 leaders. Did you know he killed Zhang with just one attack?" the Ice guy boasted, it was clear as day that he was trying to scare me .

"He killed Zhang with one attack?" I pretended to be shock, just to give the guy some hope.

"That's right, so you better let us go," The Ice guy's expression transformed from fear to full confidence.

I touched my chin in contemplation, pretending to weigh the pros and cons of the situation.

At the same time, I healed everyone, restoring them to full health.

They were so delighted by the sudden turn of events that they didn't even question why I had so many abilities.

"I'll let you go if you answer one question for me: where is Ishaq right now? If you're really working for him, then you must know,"

"We don't know the exact location of his base, but he's currently in Japan for a Summit Meeting," the Ice guy explained.

I could tell from his heartbeat that he was not lying.

With that in mind, I checked the internet on my phone and saw that it was public knowledge.

In fact, at this moment, he was speaking on live TV, trying to convince the Japanese to work with him.

"Alright, I'll let you go. In fact, I'll do you guys a favor," I chuckled aloud, my voice friendlier than before.

"What do you mean?" The Ice guy asked.

"Well, hearing you talk so proudly about this Ishaq guy, I've decided that you should meet him,"

"You don't really need to do that," The Ice guy replied, puzzled by my words.

"Oh, don't worry, it would be free of charge," I grinned at them.

And before they could say anything, they vanished into thin air.

***

<3RD PERSON POV>

Tokyo Japan

Tokyo Dome

"Leave our country!"

"Japan is for the Japanese!

"We don't need you here!"

The crowd erupted into shouts of defiance against Ishaq, who was pressuring the Shaman Clan to collaborate with him.

This incited fury among the Japanese people, as they believed they were thriving perfectly well without outside interference.

On the other hand, Ishaq remained silent on his seat.

He had golden hair, brown skin, and his clothing consisted of golden garments that only covered his lower body, leaving his upper torso exposed for all to see.

He thought he could intimidate the Japanese people by personally appearing here, but he was shocked to discover that they were even more stubborn than he had anticipated.

In addition to this, Empress Yuki, who was also present, showed no signs of backing down.

While he could have killed her if he wanted to, it would only cast him as a villain. This was precisely why he chose to propose collaboration instead of resorting to invasion.

Japan had become a perfectly prosperous nation, free from any threats or monsters. It was thriving, making it a waste to simply hand it over to Yuki's clan.

"Empress Yuki, I believe we should discuss this further. What I'm offering you is the support of our family. Sooner or later, monsters may find a way into Japan, and you may not have enough manpower to handle it. I'm only concerned because I don't want this beautiful country to suffer the fate of others," Ishaq explained calmly, his words well-articulated.

But Yuki didn't buy into all of this.

She knew that before Japan, Egypt would be overwhelmed first, and Ishaq was attempting to secure her motherland as a backup plan in case their efforts in Egypt failed.

"I've said it before, we won't collaborate with outsiders," Yuki replied, her words devoid of emotion.

'What a foolish woman,' Ishaq mused to himself, his patience wearing thin. The urge to kill her with a mere flick of his finger tempted him.

Fortunately, Yuki was well aware of this, so she chose to meet in a crowded place and even televised everything on international TV.

Her plan was clear: she was using the media and the people to dissuade him from attacking.

"That's right, leave this place, we don't need you!"

"No outsiders allowed!"

"Japan is for the Japanese!"

The crowd started shouting again after hearing Yuki's courageous words. They were now all fighting under one banner.

'These insolent people,' Ishaq seethed in anger but maintained a calm face outwardly. He decided to let go of this matter for now.

However, when one person threw a can of soda onto the stage, it triggered others to do the same.

And this was the final trigger for Ishaq.

"You've done it," Ishaq glowed in golden light, and the entire stadium started vibrating.

Next, a jelly-like gold substance wrapped his body, and he transformed into an armored human with a dog-like head—it was Anubis, the Egyptian god.

"This is not good," Yuki unleashed her power immediately. She hadn't anticipated that Ishaq would resort to such drastic measures on live TV.

However, when Ishaq locked gaze with her, she felt her body freeze under the pressure. The disparity in their strength was so vast that his gaze alone was enough to overpower her.

In terms of power, even 30 Zhangs would not be able to defeat Ishaq. He was the epitome of power on Earth, and only a select few could surpass him.

He was someone that even Zely, the leader of the Zol Clan, would be wary of.

"AHHHHH"

"AHHHHH"

"AHHHHH:

Multiple shouts echoed from above, catching Ishaq's attention.

When he turned his head upward, he saw people falling from the sky.

"Who the hell are these people?" He asked himself, but before he could get an answer, they dropped near him, and the moment they hit the ground, an explosion of pure energy erupted.

Ishaq's intuition told him that this was dangerous, so he tried to use his full power to run away.

However, he soon realized that he was trapped in a small invisible dome. He clenched his fist and threw his strongest punch ever, but the invisible barrier didn't even flinch.

"Shit"

BOOOOOOOOM!

An explosion so powerful that it felt like the sun had erupted tore through the stage, but strangely, there were no shockwaves or heat whatsoever.

The impact was isolated to one area, so it appeared as if a golden-white ball had materialized out of nowhere.

When the impact subsided, Ishaq body was nowhere to be found.