Chapter 6: Overspeed Alert

There was still some time before the banquet was set to begin. Liang Minghua pushed Luo Shang around the estate for a bit of fresh air.

Assistant Liang deliberately steered clear of the bumpy paths lined with pebbles, keeping to the main road instead. The servants, bustling about with preparations for the upcoming banquet, greeted them one after another as they passed by.

“So slow,” Luo Shang muttered, propping his chin on his hands while slouched in the wheelchair, gazing listlessly at his surroundings.

Assistant Liang let out an awkward chuckle and kept on walking.

How fast could you really push a wheelchair, anyway? Su Shang was still a patient—if he went too quick and something went wrong, whose fault would that be?

Better to play it safe.

“Stop!” Luo Shang snapped, growing impatient with the pace. He slapped both hands down on the wheels beside him.

“You’re going too slow. Stop pushing—I’ll do it myself.”

“You want to handle it yourself? This isn’t an electric wheelchair. If you’d prefer an electric one, I can go fetch one right away,” Assistant Liang replied, channeling the expertise that justified his hefty 300,000-yuan annual salary.

“No need.” Luo Shang had no patience for waiting. He laid his slender fingers on the wheels and gave them a tentative spin.

The wheelchair rolled forward in response—one turn, two turns. With each rotation, its movements grew smoother and more precise, until it handled like a natural extension of his body, nimble and perfectly responsive.

“I’ll push it like this.”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than he and the wheelchair shot forward with a sharp whoosh, vanishing from in front of Assistant Liang like a drifting bullet.

All that remained was Assistant Liang standing there dumbfounded, one hand outstretched. “Ah?”

He knew Su Shang could propel himself by hand, but he hadn’t imagined he could go that fast!

In mere seconds, the wheelchair-bound figure receded into the distance, on the verge of slipping from view entirely.

“W-Wait… wait up! Third Young Master!!” Assistant Liang bellowed at the top of his lungs.

Was he treating the wheelchair like a race car? How could anyone move that quickly? Was this the behavior of a patient?!!

If he’d known Su Shang could spin those wheels so furiously, he never would have let go! Liang Minghua berated himself bitterly.

Assistant Liang had no clue how Luo Shang managed it, but there was no time for pondering. With Luo Shang and the wheelchair about to vanish from sight, he broke into a frantic sprint after them.

The Third Young Master’s safety came first—he couldn’t let anything happen where he couldn’t see!

Luo Shang barreled ahead, wheelchair and all, clocking a serious speed as he whipped up gusts of wind along the road.

Bystanders barely had time to make out who—or what—had streaked past before he was gone again.

Several minutes later, a gasping figure finally staggered up, inquiring breathlessly of those nearby whether they’d spotted Luo Shang or the wheelchair.

The people along the road blinked. “Third Young Master? He didn’t come this way, but something sure flew past just now.”

Liang Minghua wheezed, “That was him!”

Having left them all in the dust, Luo Shang steered straight for the garden. He barely registered the system’s alert about someone giving chase.

System: “Your current speed has hit eighty kilometers per hour—fast enough for the highway in this world!”

As a shard of the Main God’s intelligence and Luo Shang’s butler back in the Reincarnation Space, the system felt a twinge of sympathy—and all too familiar dread—for Liang Minghua’s ordeal.

It could practically see its own future reflected in that desperate sprint: an eternity of cleaning up after Luo Shang’s wildly excessive escapades…

Luo Shang frowned in confusion. “That’s not even fast—just eighty kph. Feels like a casual stroll. Hasn’t broken the sound barrier or anything.”

The system dutifully dispensed some basic facts. “Your homeworld is a Low Spiritual Energy World. Normal humans can’t move at that speed under their own power.”

That velocity had to have shattered every world record in the books!!

After Luo Shang transferred worlds, it had booted up the module for ordinary settings, leaving it more versed in “common sense” than he was.

“Plus, how’s anyone supposed to buy your frail invalid act at this rate? No sickly patient spins a wheelchair that fast!” the system pointed out.

Luo Shang nodded. “Fair point. Bit of a hassle. Tell you what—hack the estate’s security cams later and wipe every trace of me from the footage.”

Even as he issued the order, his hands spun the wheels faster still, blurring his form into a streak too swift to track.

System: “…Got it.”

Luo Shang proclaimed with perfect conviction, “As long as nobody sees me, I’m still just the pitiful little wheelchair invalid!”

The reasoning was identical to the classic infiltration mantra: “Stealth? Just kill everyone who spots you—that’s flawless stealth!”

The system couldn’t really argue. In the end, the objective was met.

“Yes, the next part of the plot has Big Bro taking me to find Luo Mingyao. I suggest chatting with him alone, then lead him to the Su Family’s back garden to fulfill my duties as the vicious male side character.”

“That’s where I superficially tell him that if there’s anything he doesn’t understand at home, he can come ask me and lay out the family rules. In reality, I’m implying that even though he’s back, he’s still an outsider—only I and the Su Family are true family.”

“Then, by pure coincidence, the real male lead—the man who’s now my fiancé—happens to pass by the back garden and overhears my vicious words. He sees right through my two-faced scheming and takes an interest in Su Mingyao.”

In the normal plot, Su Bingyao was supposed to take Su Shang to see Su Mingyao. But for some reason, Big Bro had gone off with their mother to discuss something important and hadn’t brought him along.

Su Shang thought with some regret that it looked like he’d have to go find him on his own.

Of course, Su Bingyao had no intention of taking Su Shang to meet Su Mingyao right now!

Su Mingyao’s very existence was already awkward enough. What if the two of them meeting alone ended up stimulating Su Shang? He didn’t even want to imagine what the man might do.

Su Bingyao had originally planned to show Su Shang around the venue himself while figuring out a way to keep the two apart and minimize the banquet’s impact on him. But before he could come up with a solution, Li Qingshu had suddenly barged in.

He’d had no choice but to deal with her first, then handle the banquet afterward.

And those were the real reasons he hadn’t followed the original plot.

Though Su Shang didn’t know any of this, he didn’t find Big Bro’s deviation from the original work anomalous in the slightest.

Having mastered the law of “Entropy,” Su Shang understood these things more deeply than anyone. In certain myths, the sun god who ruled over heat and light was also the god of commerce and oaths—a side effect of wielding the law of Entropy.

In any system, even a tiny change in conditions could lead to massive deviations in the process or even the outcome.

When Su Shang destroyed and restored worlds, he always ensured everything before that point was perfectly identical. Otherwise, the restored world’s progression would diverge dramatically from the original.

It was only natural for his choices—now different from those of his pre-Reincarnation Space self—to cause deviations during plot following.

Unfortunately, this minor variance couldn’t alter the “Fate Line” weighing on him. He still had to follow the plot.

Looking at the system panel that popped up again, reminding him his progress was at 1%, Su Shang sighed.

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Just then, as Su Bingyao was explaining things to the half-believing, half-doubting Li Qingshu, his Live-Streaming Phone suddenly rang.

Su Bingyao pulled out his phone and saw it was a call from the head of the security company hired for the estate.

He glanced at Li Qingshu and answered first.

“What is it?”

“Brother Yao.” The man’s voice trembled slightly.

“The surveillance cameras seem to have broken.”

“Broken? Which ones? Just replace them. For something this minor, call my assistant—don’t bother me with it,” Su Bingyao said.

“All of them broke,” the head replied.

They were just temporary hires to handle security and maintain order. For minor issues, they’d go to the household staff, but a total failure of the estate’s surveillance system was something they had to report directly to the employer. Replacing the entire setup wouldn’t come cheap.

“Hm?”

The estate’s surveillance malfunctioning right at this moment?

Su Bingyao’s gut told him this had something to do with Su Shang.

“Just now, the surveillance system triggered an overspeed alert,” the head’s voice came through the phone.

Su Bingyao quietly switched to speakerphone so Li Qingshu could hear too.

“The footage shows the Third Young Master speeding in his wheelchair.”

Su Bingyao: ??

Li Qingshu: ???

Wait, what did you say?

Speeding in a wheelchair? Do you even hear yourself? Do those words make any sense together??

“The footage shows him going over eighty kilometers per hour, so we think your surveillance system might be malfunctioning,” the head said tactfully.

It was the logical human conclusion. No one would assume Su Shang had performed a world miracle; they’d figure the cameras were faulty.

But unfortunately, one person present was deeply worried about this and inclined to believe it was real.

With Su Shang’s precedent of world destruction, Su Bingyao feared the man had genuinely managed to speed along in a wheelchair.

“Did he tie the wheelchair to the back of a car and have Little Liang drive?” Li Qingshu ventured, still trying to rationalize it in human terms.

“No, he was purely spinning the wheels by hand.”

This was another thing the head of the Security Company simply couldn’t comprehend: hitting eighty kilometers per hour on a wheelchair by cranking it by hand? Impossible—absolutely impossible. The surveillance cameras must have malfunctioned!