Reincarnated as an Imperial Prince

A Strange Circumstance

Somewhere—

The winding state highway stretched westwards with its back towards the city's lights. Meanwhile, an undeveloped piece of forest waited for visitors further up the road. Continuing beyond even the county border, the state highway silently meandered on.

Although there were two lanes on the road, no crossing cars could be seen even with the sparse street lights. The state highway in the dead of night seemed to fade from memory and into the silence.

On such a silent night, a blue beast flew by.

The Bugatti La Voiture Noire. The flowing, elegant, streamlined body with a sense of modernity resembled a noble lady, while the roaring of the W16 engine was like that of a fierce beast. And behind the steering wheel of the sports coupe recklessly going beyond 100 kilometers per hour—were the hands of the man.

Inside one of the most expensive sports cars in the world was an integrated computer interface, ringing as it tries to reach the man who is driving daringly on the road.

He received the call and the man started speaking.

"Did you figured it out?" he asked simply, his eyes fixed on the road.

"Yes sir, according to the throttle diagnostic we have conducted earlier, the valve system is destroying your engine's throttle ratio...which got me, confused sir, our engineers advised us to put that in to protect against standard instability below 60% of thrust."

"Come on, Derek. There won't be any instability and I can fix it; just let me undo what those engineers did and run some tests. Also, did you receive my mail regarding the correct specifications of the valves? I want it delivered to the lab tomorrow.

"Is this it, sir?"

A screen display was prompted on his car's main screen. Thomas glanced at it momentarily and shifted his eyes back to the road.

"That's it, prepare it now."

"Understood sir."

"I'm on my way to the HQ, see you when I arrive."

"Wait...sir, you're really going? This late at night?"

"Yes, and when I get there, make sure everything is ready. we don't want to waste any more time on unwanted delays. NASA is getting impatient so we must work fast or we'll lose the billion-dollar contract."

"Ye...Yes sir!"

The call ended. Thomas tightly gripped the wheel, displeased at his subordinates' mistake.

"When will those pricks learn how to properly listen to me? I'm the boss for heaven's sake. Who do they think made the Harrier Industries to where it is now huh? I should be in my house enjoying a lone quiet life but here I am heading to the lab to fix the billion-dollar mistake. Ah...those stupid board members," Thomas clicked his tongue, venting out the frustration he had accumulated from running the company ever since his succession.

For over fifteen years since he inherited the Harrier Industries, Harrier has been working hard to put his company on top by inventing new technologies, innovating rocketry, and providing arms to countries such as the United States, Germany, Japan, South Korea, and the list could go on.

But before he became the CEO and the richest man on Earth, Thomas was a peerless genius, having an IQ of 170, he has mastery over the field of engineering and medicine. He also has two Ph.D., Mechanical Engineering and Biomedical Engineering. With his efforts, he is now on top of the society where he now lives in sumptuous life and have his people work hard for him to generate him more money.

But his complacency and recent negligence of the company is causing the stocks to plummet, which is bad for a company. So he decided to go to the headquarters for inspection and a little bit scolding for his staff. After all, they were paid to do one job, and they failed miserably.