Reincarnated as an Energy with a System

Ning rushed toward the bus door and wrenched it open. He immediately walked inside, staring at the children ages anywhere from 5 to 15 in complete disarray. Most of the kids inside were shaken and silent. Some were crying. A few even bleeding.

But every single one of them was physically fine.

The driver, however, was not.

Blood poured from his forehead where he had struck the steering wheel. His eyes were closed, his body slumped forward against the wheel. Ning didn’t even have to check the man to know that he was dead.

Soul Detection could already tell that the driver’s body was nothing but a husk at this point.

Ning immediately turned around, speaking to the children.

“Everything is fine. No need to panic,” he said, before walking over to a very young girl. She looked only 5. He picked her into his arms and looked her over. “Mommy and Daddy will come get you soon, okay?”

The young girl was frozen with panic and could barely even nod.

Ning looked toward the kids. “Form a line and get off the bus. One by one. No need to rush.”

The children needn’t be told that twice. They scrambled toward the exit, some limping, others helping their classmates. The older kids let the younger ones get off first, they themselves staying until the final end.

Ning nodded to the older kids as they got off, checking each one’s injury.

The kids gathered on the shore, some slumping down on the sand, a few even beginning to cry now that they were finally safe.

People began showing up, coming down the side to the shore, rushing to help the kids. They were relieved to see that there wasn’t much needed, but they still volunteered to help carry the injured kids up to the roadside.

Ning could see calls being made all around, all emergency services being informed immediately, so he nodded, letting them do what they wanted to.

A few people tried to get closer to the bus, to see what had failed, but Ning stepped in the way. “This is official business now. Please step back.”

Even if they wanted to ignore Ning’s words, they feared what he would do. While they believed him to be harmless, they were still very much afraid that he was not, as he had killed a billionaire just recently.

A hero arrived before even the emergency services—Lightspeed. The man in his glowing white and golden suit stopped next to Ning, surprised to see him here.

“What happened?” he asked, looking around.

“Bus went off the bridge,” Ning answered, pointing behind him. “Kids are mostly fine, but the driver…”

Lightspeed went into the bus to check on the driver while Ning continued managing the crowd.

The ambulances arrived a few minutes later. Paramedics rushed out of the vehicles and began checking the children, looking for broken bones, concussions, or internal injuries. One by one, the kids were cleared and loaded into ambulances for further examination at the hospital.

The driver was pulled from the bus and placed on a stretcher. The paramedics worked quickly to save him, but it was obvious to Ning that he had already died. There was nothing they could do to save him. Still, they hauled him onto the ambulance and took him to the hospital.

Once the cops arrived and took over the scene, Ning explained everything he saw, giving his statement, before leaving.

He was barely out of the shore when a group of reporters rushed toward him, cameras raised.

“Blackfang! Can you tell us what happened?”

“How is the situation? Is it true one of the children was found dead?”

“Was the driver drunk?”

“Is it true that the brakes failed?”

Ning stared at them all, unable to figure out how the hell they could come up with such conspiracies in seconds. “I don’t know what happened. I only saw the bus go over the bridge and rushed to catch it before it landed on the river.”

“Were you aware this was going to happen?” one reporter asked, either attempting to sow misinformation or trying to see if he had prophetic powers.

“I was in the right place at the right time,” Ning said, pointing behind the reporters to the group of people that were performing their community service in high-visibility clothing.

The reporters tried to ask something else, but Ning didn’t have the time for that. “Sorry, but you’ll be better off asking the cops what happened. I couldn’t tell you any more, since all I did was save the bus. So, if you don’t mind, I would like to return to my punishment, lest I get called out for skipping out on it.”

Ning pushed them aside and walked away. He returned to the highway and started picking up trash, getting back into his job as if he had done nothing just beforehand. The reporters had nothing they could say at that point, but they still took recordings of that moment.

Ning worked for the rest of the day, completing a total of 40 hours by the end. When the sun went down, he was finally given the chance to leave.

Ning transformed into a bat and flew away. From the city to the suburbs, he flew back to his small house in a matter of minutes. It took only 2 minutes for him to land in his backyard and enter his house.

He washed himself and collapsed on the couch, taking in a deep breath. He turned on the TV, surprised to see the news from earlier on it. The report talked about his involvement and how without him, there would’ve been so many more deaths.

Thankfully, he had been there and only 1 person had died, the rest mildly injured. Ning turned off the TV, letting silence reign for some time. He sat there, feeling odd.

In a way, he liked being alone. But at the same time, he couldn’t help but see that the place was empty. The house was full, but there was no soul.

Everywhere he went, he took on some disciple or friend to give his time there just that hint of spice. But upon coming to this world, he hadn’t done any of that.

Was it about time that he found that someone?

The phone rang just then, distracting him from his thoughts.

Ning answered the call. “Hey, Blake.”

“Sir Valen! Are you back?”

“You ask that as if you’re not tracking my location.”

An embarrassed laugh came from Blake. “I just wanted to say that you acted incredibly,” Blake said, his excitement obvious. “That was perfect what you did there. Your ranking is going to skyrocket. Saving a busload of kids right after the Forgath incident? People are calling you a real hero now.”

“Well, I didn’t do it for the ranking, but I’m happy I got something out of it.”

“Not just that,” Blake said. “The way you returned right back to picking trash, showing everyone that even you cannot ignore the law. It puts credence to the fact that you didn’t in fact break any major law while killing Forgath.”

“Is that all you called me to tell?” Ning asked. “Well, thanks I guess.”

“Actually,” Blake’s voice came instantly. “There is something else as well.”