Chapter 1: Chapter One: Bird Strikes Plane, Everything Splits Apart

A violent sensation of the sky spinning and the earth turning surged over him.

"My head is so dizzy. How am I still alive?"

Wang Zun shook his head and slowly opened his eyes.

Where is this?

The surroundings were cramped, barely enough room for one person; glancing around, there was a mirror on the left, and looking down, the thing he sat on was not a seat but a toilet.

An airplane lavatory?

Combining the unfamiliar environment, the sensation of the ground shaking, the vague memories that had just appeared in his mind, and the face reflected in the mirror...

Wang Zun, with a look of surprise, made his judgment.

"I've transmigrated."

After a brief moment of shock.

As a promising youth of the Celestial Dynasty and a novel enthusiast, Wang Zun quickly accepted the reality that "transmigration happens every year; today it's my turn."

He looked at the "himself" in the mirror.

This was a delicate face, yet its skin was too pale, pale to the point of being ghastly; his gaze was slightly unfocused, and his eye sockets were sunken, whether from hunger or staying up late, giving the originally delicate face a deep sense of decadence.

Wang Zun felt no curiosity as to why "he," a seventeen or eighteen-year-old, would have the helplessness and despair of a corporate slave crushed by life on his face.

There was no other reason; through the vague, fragmented memories.

He knew he had transmigrated into a Japanese Gao Zhongsheng named Kamikawa Mitsu.

Moreover, Kamikawa Mitsu, for various reasons, intended to commit suicide.

Before committing suicide, Kamikawa Mitsu decided to fulfill his wish of never having flown on a plane, then take a plane to his destination, Okinawa, to commit suicide.

He opened the lavatory door.

Relying on the information on the airplane ticket in his pocket, Wang Zun found his airplane seat.

He picked up the schoolbag on his seat and opened it to look.

Inside was a suicide note.

Just as Wang Zun was preparing to read the suicide note to obtain more complete information about Kamikawa Mitsu.

A cold, mechanical voice rang out.

Echoing in Wang Zun's mind.

Ding! The Script System has activated.

Ding! System triggered: the villain will appear within three minutes. Please, Host, write a script based on the scene and the villain within three minutes, and complete what the script dictates. Props and items required for the script can be obtained by consuming Script Points.

The voice came out of nowhere; Wang Zun froze.

A Script System?

As expected; transmigration is always accompanied by a golden finger.

A system panel appeared before his eyes.

Host: Kamikawa Mitsu (Wang Zun)

Comprehensive Body Stats: 31

Skills: None

Script Points: 100 points

Before he could examine the system panel carefully, his vision blurred, and a script panel popped up; it was precisely the script panel for the next three minutes.

On the panel, except for the villain's information, the script content and the protagonist were all blank.

Instinctively, Wang Zun looked at the villain's information.

His pupils contracted sharply.

A chill shot up from the soles of his feet straight to the crown of his head, as if trying to burst out.

If he hadn't covered his mouth in time, he would have almost cursed.

【Villain Information】:

Seven crows, flying freely in the high sky, wanting to go somewhere else to caw.

They were flying too joyfully and did not notice the approaching commercial airliner.

Reading the information, Wang Zun's scalp went numb.

He suddenly understood.

What would happen in the next three minutes.

The crows would collide with the airplane he was sitting on.

Wang Zun's heart could not calm down; it beat faster and faster.

Regarding the danger of birds colliding with airplanes, he had read many reports: in minor cases, the plane would have a small accident and return; in severe cases, the plane would be destroyed and everyone would die.

Damn it!

The moment I transmigrated, why is it a situation where everything is splitting apart...

He did not consider minor accidents; he considered the worst-case scenario.

"There are two and a half minutes left."

Wang Zun noticed the time on his phone; his expression was serious.

While reading the information earlier, he wasted thirty seconds in shock and daze.

As the seconds ticked by, Wang Zun had little time left.

He must resolve the trouble as soon as possible.

The threat of death, the urgency of time; Wang Zun's mind raced at high speed.

It was impossible to ask the pilot to turn and avoid the crows.

Setting aside his identity as a Gao Zhongsheng, the flight path was strictly scheduled; it couldn't be changed on a whim.

Most crucially, if he said the crows were about to crash into the plane, who would believe him?

System!

Only the System could save him.

But what abilities did the Script System actually possess?

Wang Zun thought rapidly.

Villain, protagonist, script, spending Script Points to obtain script props and events... bits of information flashed by one after another.

I get it; isn't this the typical work of a screenwriter and a director?

The screenwriter writes the script; the director is responsible for directing the script's content.

Now, the System has provided the villain's information.

The protagonist is blank, and the script content is as well.

What Wang Zun must do is complete the protagonist and the script, and then realize the script content in reality.

So, who will play the protagonist?

Since his own life and safety are at stake, rather than relying on others, he should rely on himself; he will play the protagonist.

With the protagonist chosen, how should the script content be written?

He knew that reality differed greatly from acting in a movie; everyone present was unaware of the script.

Therefore, Wang Zun could not directly demand they follow his thoughts.

He could only guide them, making everyone follow his thoughts and act according to the script content.

In his past life, Wang Zun was a top student at a medical school; he knew nothing about screenwriting or directing.

But!

Even if he hadn't seen a pig run, he had at least seen pork.

Quickly opening the script content panel, Wang Zun was thinking about how to write the script onto the script panel; after all, the panel was a virtual interface, not something written with a pen. Yet at that moment, the System sensed his thoughts.

A line of text instantly appeared on the content panel.

【Script Content】: Crows collide with the plane; Wang Zun responds with wit and handles the situation well, successfully preventing a disaster of plane destruction and loss of life, and everyone returns home safely.

Wang Zun understood clearly that a real-world script differed from writing a movie script.

Reality is changeable; it is impossible for character dialogue and everything else to follow his will. The only thing he could write was the outcome.

Think of the outcome first, then respond according to the real situation and guide events toward that outcome.

As for how to respond...

Wang Zun shifted his gaze to the 【Script Points】 on the System panel.

Script Points could be exchanged for props and events.

He was just a Gao Zhongsheng now; his ability to act was extremely limited. To change the crisis, the key lay in exchanging Script Points.

He must exchange for the event that would play the best role in the crisis he was about to face!

Boom-boom-boom.

Wang Zun, lost in thought, suddenly felt his body shaking violently.

It wasn't just him; the entire commercial airliner was swaying left and right.

At that moment, the plane's broadcast sounded.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the plane has encountered turbulence and is experiencing bumps. For your safety, please confirm again that your seatbelts are fastened. The restrooms will be temporarily closed."

On the other side.

The cockpit of the commercial airliner.

Captain Hasegawa Bunichi issued an order to Co-pilot Nakano Kazumitsu to execute the turbulence check, disconnected the autopilot, and took manual control of the aircraft's flight himself.

This was the correct choice.

Strong air currents existed in the sky; the plane would experience flight turbulence within them, causing deviations in flight direction. If the plane remained on autopilot, it would easily attempt to forcibly correct the course to fix the deviation, causing severe turbulence and potentially leading to an incident.

While operating the controls, Captain Hasegawa added, "Notify the Tokyo Air Traffic Control Bureau; we have encountered strong air currents and request to climb altitude."

"Hai!" Co-pilot Nakano, having completed the turbulence check, nodded and began communicating with the Air Traffic Control Bureau.

"This is Narita NH137; we have encountered severe turbulence and request permission to climb altitude."

Speaking, Co-pilot Nakano glanced at the altimeter.

It displayed an altitude of 5000.

"Narita NH137, please climb to altitude 6300."

As the voice of Yamanehichi, the Tokyo Air Traffic Control Bureau dispatcher, came through the communicator, Captain Hasegawa pulled the control stick, slowly tilting the plane upward into the sky.

Above Tokyo today, the sky was clear and bright.

White clouds were scarce, only a few scattered here and there.

As NH137 climbed, a small cloud lay ahead; Captain Hasegawa did not hesitate and flew straight through it.

Normally, planes fly very fast; passing through a cloud would not cause long-term obstruction of vision.

Moreover, air traffic control had approved the climb, meaning there were no other planes at the 6300 altitude above, so there was no fear of a mid-air collision.

However...

The instant they passed through the cloud layer.

"No!!"

Captain Hasegawa and Co-pilot Nakano's faces suddenly changed; they shouted loudly.

Above that cloud, seven crows flew past, flapping their wings.

Their position was exactly the same point as the space directly above the airplane.

Bang!

The two collided.

A deafening roar erupted.

The airplane's unique three-layer windshield shattered with a bang.

Shards, mixed with the separated flesh and blood of the struck crows, splattered toward Captain Hase and Co-pilot Nakano.

The impact force was too strong.

It felt as if iron hammers were smashing against their bodies.

"Ahh!!"

Co-pilot Nakano screamed in agony as crow blood splashed into his eyes.

Intense pain made him cover his eyes and shout.

His cry was utterly ghastly.

At the same time, compared to Co-pilot Nakano's agonized scream, Captain Hase, standing before the windshield at the point of impact, made not a sound.

Not even a single cry of pain.

In the instant of collision, he was battered by countless shards and flesh and blood; among them, a sharp crow beak shot toward him.

At the airplane's speed of 800 kilometers per hour, the sharp beak was like a bullet, piercing straight through his forehead.

Captain Hase Bun'ichi died on the spot!

Perhaps out of fear, or perhaps out of the captain's duty...

Until the moment of death, Captain Hase did not let go of the control stick, his five fingers gripping it tightly.

The airplane continued to climb diagonally upward.

Flying toward higher and higher altitudes!!

And because Captain Hase was no longer there to stabilize the control, and because of the drag of his arm's weight...

The airplane tilted upward even more and more.