[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-sparked-the-hundred-demon-night-parade-in-toky":3,"chapter-i-sparked-the-hundred-demon-night-parade-in-toky-i-sparked-the-hundred-demon-night-parade-in-toky-chapter-11":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I Sparked the Hundred Demon Night Parade in Tokyo",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2326229,4550,"Chapter 11: I","i-sparked-the-hundred-demon-night-parade-in-toky-chapter-11",11,"\u003Cp>“Impossible, impossible, impossible…” someone in front of the TV kept repeating the same phrase, like a tape recorder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gah! Is that Mr. Kamikawa?!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“!@#%%… Mr. Kamikawa is a high school student?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Have I watched too many Toei animations? Can someone tell me—am I watching a live broadcast or an anime? A high school student flying a plane to save lives? What nonsense.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Kamikawa, who saved 231 people, is a high school student?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long before Section Chief Saito approached Wang Zun, everyone had made a startling guess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps the forum’s rumors weren’t entirely wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>NH137 wasn’t hijacked by a high school student—it was flown by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guess was confirmed by Section Chief Saito’s exclamation, “Sugoi!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone who isn’t an idiot could see that Saito’s sudden praise for a high school student, especially in this setting, must have a reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason wasn’t hard to guess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guessing was one thing; seeing the guess come true was another feeling entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chaotic uproar inside and outside the airport, before every television, was the best proof.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was hard to believe a high school student could fly a plane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Remember, Mori Tian  Takeshi had said how dangerous the threat to NH137 had been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if Mori Tian  Takeshi’s account couldn’t be verified, one thing airport personnel could confirm was the plane’s drift during landing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was unimaginable that a maneuver even veteran pilots couldn’t execute had been performed by a high school student.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click-click-click!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spotlights turned on, camera shutters flashed nonstop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The media went mad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Quick, get a shot of that Kamikawa!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Take it! I want his photo on tomorrow’s front page!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha, big news! This is nationwide-breaking news!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>News reporters, newspaper journalists, countless media personnel surged forward, surrounding Wang Zun like a mob.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some held microphones, others held voice recorders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their voices hadn’t stopped since they pushed their way through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Kamikawa, what’s your name?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Kamikawa, could you share your thoughts while flying the plane?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Kamikawa, please accept our radio station’s exclusive interview—we beg you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Kamikawa, where did you learn to fly? Were you afraid when the plane was in danger?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reporters swarmed like a hive around Wang Zun, their “queen bee.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Buzzing incessantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surrounded by the reporters’ overlapping voices, Wang Zun felt his head would explode; flashes of lights blinded him, his eyes barely able to open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These reporters were insane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to leave, but had no strength—he was completely blocked in by the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The police finally reacted, trying to clear a path, but couldn’t do so immediately; they had no way to handle this mob of crazed reporters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they tried to pull one aside, another immediately pushed in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they went for another, the first one rushed back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t drive them away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And… the passengers were joining in too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One after another, they rushed forward, claiming it was gratitude, thanks for Wang Zun’s rescue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But whether their thanks were genuine…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judging by how they posed for the media while shoving forward, it wasn’t all gratitude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, it was no wonder the media went mad—it was just that today’s event wasn’t a high school student hijacking a plane, but a high school student saving it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If today’s NH137 incident had merely been a hijacking by a high school student…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The media would have gone wild, but not to this insane degree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>High school student hijackings had happened in Japan before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In 1970, nine Japanese students hijacked a plane; the incident shocked the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If today had merely been a hijacking by a high school student, the media would have crowded in, taken photos, and maybe managed to ask Wang Zun a few questions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But today wasn’t a hijacking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was something never seen before—a high school student saving a plane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before today, such a thing belonged only in manga, like the kind drawn in JUMP where high school students save other worlds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, the manga had become reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The media kept pushing, lost in madness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were like ten thousand “whys,” endlessly asking, endlessly snapping photos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They wished Wang Zun could answer every single one of their questions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The airport was a clamor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Online, it was equally boiling over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>News flooded every major forum, all about the high school student saving the plane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Online discussions included students, office workers, housewives—everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the saying goes, netizens’ power is immense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That saying was true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within just one minute, photos of Kamikawa Mitsu were leaked online.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only photos, but his full name, Kamikawa Mitsu, and his school were also uncovered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If there had been more time, other details about Wang Zun—his parents, for instance—would have been exposed too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Wang Zun had anticipated this. While surrounded by the media, he had asked Mori Tian  Takeshi to help him request Section Chief Saito to suppress the online exposure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Japanese law does protect privacy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although the information hadn’t been fully exposed—only photos, name, and school appeared—fame was inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The name Kamikawa Mitsu rose rapidly to the top of Yahoo Japan’s trending list.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Japan, Yahoo was equivalent to Baidu in China.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zun didn’t know any of this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, he was dealing with media interviews and police questioning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the police couldn’t rely solely on Mori Tian  Takeshi’s word, even though he was a police inspector.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The incident still needed investigation; questioning all 231 passengers was unavoidable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They worked nonstop until nightfall, spending six or seven full hours.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did Wang Zun emerge from the police headquarters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The key reason it took only six or seven hours was because Mori Tian  Takeshi had helped streamline the process; otherwise, it would have taken much longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was seven p.m. in front of the police headquarters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Kamikawa.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mori Tian  Takeshi handed Wang Zun a business card.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As I said before, thank you for saving me, for saving NH137. I really want to properly thank you, but my superiors demand I write a detailed report on today’s events immediately—I can’t leave. Once I’m done, I’ll definitely find time to properly thank you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zun glanced at Mori Tian  Takeshi’s card, accepted it, and smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Mori Tian , you’re too kind. That was also saving myself. It’s nothing really. Actually, you helped me a lot today—I should be the one thanking you, and treating you to dinner.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When you have time, Mr. Mori Tian , I’ll treat you to takoyaki.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehe, I don’t have much money, so I can only afford takoyaki—don’t mind it, Mr. Mori Tian .”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mori Tian  Takeshi paused, then burst into laughter, clapping Wang Zun’s shoulder a few times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha, how could I mind? It’s a deal then!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They chatted a little longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zun declined Mori Tian  Takeshi’s offer to drive him home and headed for the subway station, preparing to take the train back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After saying goodbye to Wang Zun, Mori Tian  Takeshi didn’t rush back to headquarters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood at the entrance of the police building, watching Wang Zun leave, filled with quiet reflection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During their time together, his conversations with Wang Zun had felt no age gap at all—like two adults talking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zun didn’t behave like a high school student; he was terrifyingly mature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Mori Tian  Takeshi didn’t mind, because he had seen Kamikawa Mitsu’s file—he knew Kamikawa Mitsu’s parents had died two years ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zun behaved nothing like a high school student—or rather, he was terrifyingly mature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Mori Takeshi didn’t care, because he had seen Kamikawa Mitsu’s profile and knew Kamikawa Mitsu’s parents had died two years ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps it was his parents’ death that made Kamikawa Mitsu mature far beyond his years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People only truly understand how harsh society is, and how free and easy life is under their parents’ protection, after experiencing it firsthand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when the shelter is gone, and you feel the cold beyond it, do you realize how hard life is.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tonight, autumn had just arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The night wind was cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It stirred the large trees before the police headquarters, sending leaves swirling through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ahead, rows of tall trees stood; compared to the brightly lit police headquarters behind, the surrounding darkness deepened as Wang Zun walked slowly into the shadows, fading from view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mori Takeshi thought of his own son, his wife, and his happy family, and then of Kamikawa Mitsu…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He recalled Wang Zun’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A delicate face, but with deep dark circles beneath the eyes; his aura carried an unmistakable air of despair and dejection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without thinking, he shouted after Kamikawa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kamikawa, if you ever need help, call me—my number’s on my business card.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zun, having walked only a short distance, turned back and smiled, waving to Mori Takeshi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he stepped forward onto the road.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mori Takeshi felt sympathy for this promising teenager who bore burdens far too heavy for his age, and wanted to remind him that he could turn to him if he needed help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he did not know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The real Kamikawa Mitsu was no promising teenager—he was a desperate youth with death in his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Kamikawa Mitsu before him now was no longer the boy with a tragic past and heartbreaking experiences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was Wang Zun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he was also Kamikawa Mitsu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Please, kind readers and patrons, give me some recommendation votes! I beg you!)\u003C\u002Fp>",1561,"2026-06-20T17:56:08.120Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","1623441f5246729885ebd25aac5c0fce6832492f704ee86eb0e90553c99a9f10","i-sparked-the-hundred-demon-night-parade-in-toky-chapter-12","i-sparked-the-hundred-demon-night-parade-in-toky-chapter-10",477,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-sparked-the-hundred-demon-night-parade-in-toky-cover.jpg"]