Su Bingyao heard those words, and the numb expression on his face from sheer exasperation crumbled in an instant.
What the hell was this nonsense!
Why destroy the world just because the wheelchair broke!
He couldn’t comprehend it at all! Not even a little!
If Su Shang’s reason for annihilating the world back then had been to cover up his anomaly—refusing to use Mind Magic to turn Su Bingyao into an idiot—that was something Su Bingyao could understand and accept. After all, Su Shang was no longer human; it was only natural for him not to want to expose himself.
But the wheelchair breaking… Was something that trivial really worth ending the world over?!! Why blow up the entire planet for such a petty reason!
And wasn’t it Su Shang himself who’d driven the wheelchair faster than a race car? The damn thing breaking was the direct consequence of his own reckless actions! Why punish everyone else by destroying the world over it!!
If I manage to get out of this alive, I’m filing a complaint with the wheelchair manufacturer!! For shoddy quality control!!
I might not be able to do a damn thing about Su Shang, but you manufacturers? You’re fair game!
Sure, I don’t have the guts to confront Su Shang, and yeah, it’s mostly his fault—99% even. But that leaves 1% on you wheelchair makers, doesn’t it?
If your product wasn’t so fragile, would Su Shang even have an excuse to wipe out the world?
Hell no! So you’re at fault too!
As Su Bingyao was losing his mind over Luo Shang’s antics, Su Mingyao finally understood why his big bro had jumped straight into responding to his thoughts earlier.
Because right now, Su Bingyao’s Heart Voice echoed in his ears—a barrage of incredulous questions and shock that hit like a bomb, as if someone were screaming through a megaphone right next to him.
Su Mingyao had never seen Big Bro like this. In all his dozen-plus years of memories, Big Bro had always been steady, mild-mannered, and brimming with unshakable confidence. No matter if the sky fell, he’d have a solution. Su Mingyao had thought such a meltdown would never happen to him.
Reality proved him wrong. If the sky really did fall—like right now—Big Bro would still crumble.
And not just crumble; he’d start scapegoating, picking on the weak while fearing the strong, twisting facts upside down. Terrifying.
By contrast, Su Mingyao—with over a decade more experience and the baptism of his bizarre rebirth—felt far more composed than his big bro.
At this moment, he’d completely forgotten his earlier flight of fancy and self-consolation.
Su Bingyao’s emotions flared hot and faded just as fast. He quickly regained his composure.
“Sorry you had to see me like that,” he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
What else could he do? If he couldn’t pick a fight with Su Shang, he’d have to scrutinize the environment around him for culprits.
He knew deep down he shouldn’t blame the wheelchair manufacturer. Their product was perfectly fine; it was Su Shang flooring it that caused the damage. Su Shang bore full responsibility.
The problem was: Did he dare go after Su Shang?
Hell no!
He’d heard every bit of Su Mingyao’s Heart Voice just now. In this place, their thoughts seemed to connect freely.
“…No, I should be the one apologizing,” Su Mingyao replied.
Having your inner thoughts broadcast like that was mortifying, especially when you were trash-talking someone else.
Putting himself in his big bro’s shoes, Su Mingyao wouldn’t dare mess with Su Shang either. He totally got it.
A guy who could casually destroy the world? Who’d be dumb enough to pick a fight!
And who even knew if they’d make it back? What if they were stuck drifting here forever—not just a lifetime, but millennia, eons—stuck conscious the whole time… The mere thought made Su Mingyao shudder.
Su Bingyao felt that dread all too well. But he had a question for Su Mingyao.
“You said you’re reborn?”
“Yes.”
With their Heart Voices linked, hiding anything was pointless. Su Mingyao admitted it outright.
“I come from seventeen years in the future.”
“Seventeen years later…” Su Bingyao repeated the number. “What happened to Su Shang then?”
“Was he like this?”
“No.” Su Mingyao shook his head. “The current situation deviates hugely from my memories… Seventeen years from now, Su Shang is dead.”
“He died because of me and Shen Changqing.”
It hit Su Bingyao like a bolt from the blue. He frowned. “Impossible!”
Forget that murder was illegal—for starters. With Su Shang casually threatening to end the world, how could Su Mingyao and Shen Changqing—two regular guys—possibly take him down?
What could they possibly do to kill Su Shang?
Su Bingyao couldn’t wrap his head around it.
He felt like even if he found a truck loaded with over ten tons of cargo and rammed it into Su Shang, the truck would be the one wrecked—not Su Shang himself.
Could it be because you two possess abilities on par with Su Shang’s…? That thought had just crossed Su Bingyao’s mind.
“It wasn’t us who killed him.” Hearing Big Bro’s heart voice, Su Mingyao immediately clarified.
There was a world of difference between “he died because of us” and “we killed him.”
“Back then, Su Shang wasn’t like this at all!”
Su Mingyao launched into his tirade.
Back in the day, Su Shang had been an utterly ordinary person, no different from them—at most a little sharper-minded, cuter-looking, more devious, and ruthless in his methods…
But still squarely within the realm of normal humans.
Su Mingyao was absolutely certain that if the Su Shang from back then had possessed his current power, he would have struck first and finished him off. He never would have let Su Mingyao live happily ever after with Shen Changqing while Su Shang himself ended up dead.
And yet, the Su Shang of today was anything but ordinary!
What kind of regular person unleashed a world-shattering ultimate move over something so trivial?
“System.”
Su Bingyao suddenly recalled the snippets he’d overheard from Su Shang and the System—terms like “Reincarnation Space” and “plot following.”
“Su Shang went to a place called the Reincarnation Space during those three days he spent in the ICU after falling off the cliff,” Su Bingyao explained.
“Time flows differently there. He lived for over a century in that place, but back here in our world, it only amounted to two or three days.”
Three days ago, if someone had told Su Bingyao that lying in a coma in the ICU for a couple of days could send his soul on a centuries-long adventure in another world, he would have laughed it off and called the person insane.
But now, it was undeniable reality. Su Shang had gained world-destroying power, and that was a fact.
Su Bingyao relayed everything he knew about the conversations between the System and Su Shang.
“No wonder Su Shang said back then that he stopped hating me 325 years, seven months, and three days ago. Turns out he really did live that long.”
Su Mingyao remarked.
His focus was squarely on how long Su Shang had lived.
He himself had been reborn, so he didn’t find it all that absurd that Su Shang could have lived centuries in another world during a mere two or three days of ICU coma.
As absurd as that was, could it compare to their current situation? The damn world had been obliterated, and they didn’t even know if they were dead or alive!
Not hating him anymore? Somehow, Su Bingyao doubted it. Su Shang remembered that number with crystal clarity…
That span—325 years, seven months, and three days—was no trivial figure. It outlasted many feudal dynasties.
And Su Shang had claimed he’d forgiven Su Mingyao before that point, which meant he’d lived even longer—far longer!
The rough estimate of “several centuries” straight from Su Shang’s mouth was substantial: at least three hundred years, potentially pushing nine hundred, since it hadn’t quite hit a millennium.
Even so, Su Bingyao figured that knowing Su Shang’s exact age wouldn’t help him predict the man’s intentions. He was only twenty-seven; no one that young could fathom the mindset of someone who’d survived centuries.
At this point, Su Shang’s worldview might not even qualify as human anymore… and who was to say he couldn’t live for thousands of years?
From what he’d gleaned about that System thing, it had boasted it could keep functioning healthily for another millennium. And who was it working for?
The answer was obvious: Su Shang. Su Shang!
Su Shang himself had swapped out Systems before, which implied he might have outlived his current one. His true lifespan had to exceed a millennium.
A thousand years… a millennium. That was the domain of immortals.
No—his methods were downright divine, surpassing the gods of legend in their excess.
After all, no myth told of immortals or deities casually annihilating entire worlds over petty grudges. With that realization, Su Bingyao couldn’t help feeling a pang of pity for his brother, Su Mingyao.
After all, being fixated on by such an ancient, colossal being—and with emotions that weren’t exactly positive—spelled danger for Su Mingyao’s future.
Su Mingyao: ……
So what now? Should I just kill myself right away?
No, wait—I’m not even really alive in this state.
Never mind, then.
Su Mingyao simply gave up.
“Whether he hates you or not isn’t the main point… cough, cough.” Su Bingyao faked a cough to cover his embarrassment.
He couldn’t control his own thoughts, so he had to patch things up afterward.
Hey, at least it’s not me he’s hating, Su Mingyao thought.
“Ah, yes, yes—the hatred truly isn’t aimed at me.” Su Bingyao felt a surge of relief. Su Shang had even taken his mental well-being into account, which meant he still carried some positive weight in the man’s heart. On that note, he really was quite fortunate!
Now it was Su Mingyao’s turn to squirm uncomfortably.
“The key lies in that Reincarnation Space.”
Sensing the wave of negative emotions from his younger brother, Su Bingyao hurriedly shifted the topic.
“It’s the Reincarnation Space that changed him.”
“I have no idea what that place really is, but it can remake a person so completely… I wonder if we’ll ever get a chance to go in there.” Envy colored Su Mingyao’s voice.
Putting it all together like this, Su Shang made his own past seventeen years look utterly pathetic by comparison—instantly reduced to worthless scraps.
The man had transcended mortality to become some kind of immortal or god, while he was still toiling away over this petty patch of mortal earth. In the end, he was just another ordinary human…
Su Bingyao felt a twinge of envy too, but he knew his own limitations all too well.
“The Reincarnation Space isn’t some cozy spot; it’s brutal, twisting people into something inhuman.”
He had seen those “images” for himself.
Su Shang, once a young man with a sweet smile, reduced to that cold, emotionless pseudo-human in the visions—what torments had he endured along the way?
Su Bingyao had no idea. But he knew one thing: no ordinary person could have survived it.
Su Shang had. Which meant he was no longer ordinary—not even human anymore.
“After emerging from the Reincarnation Space, none of them seem mentally stable. Su Shang’s actually one of the more normal ones,” Su Bingyao went on.
What? Su Mingyao wondered if he’d misheard.
Su Shang was one of the more normal ones?? Are you even listening to the nonsense coming out of your mouth?
If a guy like that counts as normal, then what does that make me—a saint?
“Though I wouldn’t call him exactly normal either,” Su Bingyao added quickly, distancing himself from the remark and pinning the blame where it belonged.
“That’s just what the System said. It considers Su Shang’s methods among the milder varieties.”
Ah, got it. The real monsters must be whatever the Reincarnation Space spits out, Su Mingyao thought to himself.
