NOVEL WEB Chapter 6: My Stats
The surrounding view blurred into a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors stretching and zipping past him as Shen Zeming's foot pressed harder on the accelerator.
His lips curved into a satisfied, almost feral smile, revealing a glimpse of his teeth as a powerful burst of wind from the open windshield whipped against his face, tousling his hair.
BROOM-!
A thick cloud of dust billowed in the McLaren Senna's wake, the thunderous roar of its engine reverberating through the night as it blazed past streetlights, a mere blur of sleek black metal without a care for speed limits.
At that moment, a transparent notification screen flashed vividly before Shen Zeming's eyes:
[DING!] Syncing the Host's martial arts skills from a past life to the body!
Seeing those words, Shen Zeming's smile widened into an almost manic grin, his eyes alight with unbridled glee.
'This is going to be fun, he thought,' the corners of his mouth curling upwards.
The McLaren Senna surged forward with a feral growl, accelerating even more recklessly. Shen Zeming was now living the life of unrestrained luxury and power he had always craved.
'What about the rest? Did those bastards who bullied Li Yue also get transmigrated?' Shen Zeming wondered idly, leaning back into the leather seat as his knuckles tightened on the steering wheel.
[DING!] Unfortunately, no! The reason Li Yue transmigrated is that he happened to be near the location and possessed the requirements to become the protagonist.
Shen Zeming's expression amused imperceptibly at those words. 'Heh, so you're saying I'm better suited for the role of the villain?' He challenged inwardly, a tinge of disdain lacing his thoughts.
[DING!] Correct! The Host's indifferent reaction to watching Li Yue get bullied, despite having the ability to help, was a major factor in the transmigration.
A harsh, barking laugh escaped Shen Zeming's lips at that, the sound almost drowned out by the roar of the engine and the wail of distant police sirens.
'Well, it's not like I hate it,' he mused, lips twisting into a cruel smirk as the wild ride became even more reckless, tires screeching in protest.
WEEP-!
The blaring sirens grew louder as the sleek sports car easily outpaced the pursuit, weaving through traffic with contemptuous ease until finally arriving at the towering black iron gates of the famous Shen family mansion estate.
Police cruisers could only slow to a helpless stop, sirens winding down in defeat.
Meanwhile…
A mansion, a lifelong dream only recently realized, Shen Zeming thought inwardly, unable to keep a slight note of lingering awe from his expression.
Despite having inherited the memories of the original owner of this body, seeing the sprawling opulence in person still secretly awed him.
The massive black metal gates swung open automatically as soon as the black-suited security guard recognized Shen Zeming's face through the unlifted windshield of the approaching sports car.
"Good evening, Young Master. Welcome home," the guard greeted politely with a deferential smile, standing at crisp attention as he waited for the gates to fully open. "Did you enjoy the party?"
"It was definitely fun. Good work, Mr. Yang," Shen Zeming replied offhandedly, his sharp gaze not missing the slight nervous twitch at the corner of the guard's mouth and the fidgeting of his fingers.
Clearly, the man was intimidated, even afraid of the young master of the estate. The original Shen Zeming must have acted violently, which caused this reaction.
Just as he expected, as soon as those casual words left his lips, the security guard's eyes widened almost comically in surprise.
Still stunned by the unexpected acknowledgment, Mr. Yang could only gape as Shen Zeming's sleek sports car purred through the now fully open gates.
"Did the Young Master just speak to me...casually?" the baffled guard murmured under his breath, still disbelieving even as the car disappeared around a curve.
...
On the other hand, Shen Zeming guided the McLaren into the cavernous garage, the automatic wooden doors parting soundlessly.
He stepped out onto the pristine concrete floor, the gentle thud of his shoes the only sound in the hushed space as he strode across it unhurriedly, heading for the stairs up to the mansion proper.
An eerie quiet blanketed the opulent interior as Shen Zeming made his way through the maze of corridors toward his personal quarters, the typical sounds of staff and activity conspicuously absent.
Once inside his bedroom suite, he allowed himself to flop unceremoniously onto the plush king-sized bed, eyes immediately drawn to the gigantic central chandelier.
Hundreds of delicate crystal accents cast a warm, almost amber glow over the entire space, reflecting off the intricate gold and black patterns adorning the vaulted ceiling and ornate moldings.
"Huff." He sighed as he was about to close his eyes, yet his attention was soon caught by another transparent screen before him.
[DING!] Sync complete! Congratulations to the Host for regaining your Martial Art skill: Intermediate Level!
'T-that...just an intermediate level?' Shen Zeming couldn't help the disparaging thought, recalling with a wince how he had flaunted and acted so arrogant over what he now realized was a rudimentary skill level in his previous life.
'Embarrassing.'
But then he remembered an interesting system feature he had overlooked until now.
'System, display my stat,' he commanded inwardly,.
[DING!] Thanks to the sync and regaining your martial art skill at the intermediate level, your attributes have increased!
[Host: Shen Zeming]
[Villain Points: 0]
[Wealth Points: 200 million yuan]
[Attributes:]
[Power: 5, Speed: 8, Reaction: 8, Endurance: 8, Charisma: 10]
[Skills:]
[Martial Art skill: Intermediate level]
Shen Zeming's focus immediately locked onto his listed attributes, brow furrowing in displeasure as he read the numbers.
'That low? Even after the sync?'
[DING!….