[{"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-12":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},2326230,4550,"Chapter 12: Chapter Twelve: Kamikawa Chie","i-sparked-the-hundred-demon-night-parade-in-toky-chapter-12",12,"\u003Cp>Tokyo, Japan, Arakawa Ward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following memories of the original owner’s life recalled at the Metropolitan Police Department, Wang Zun walked home along the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced left and right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The streetlights were old, their glow dim, occasionally flickering as aging wiring caused intermittent outages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dim light stretched Wang Zun’s shadow long behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Truly worthy of the name Arakawa,” Wang Zun muttered, scanning the houses on either side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Uniformly old Japanese-style homes: small single-story houses and tiny apartment buildings, most no taller than five or six stories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judging by their style and degree of decay, even the youngest building was at least ten years old.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scenery here had nothing to do with Tokyo’s reputation for “prosperity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the contrary, it could be called old-fashioned, traditional, impoverished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tokyo, as Japan’s capital and one of the world’s four traditional global metropolises, was naturally prosperous, its night markets dazzling, its luxury intoxicating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, strictly speaking, Tokyo’s prosperity referred only to its six central wards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That is, the six central wards of Tokyo:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chiyoda, Chuo, Minato, Shinjuku, Bunkyo, and Taito.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond these, Tokyo had other wards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tokyo was divided into twenty-three wards total.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Due to various factors including development, economic levels varied across them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gap was significant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The disparity was so vast that the per capita income of the wealthiest ward was nearly triple that of the poorest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Japan, netizens often posted online about Tokyo’s twenty-three wards, dividing them into “affluent” and “working-class” districts based on extreme wealth inequality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Arakawa Ward, where Wang Zun lived, didn’t even qualify as a working-class district.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It belonged to the even worse category: a slum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of Tokyo’s twenty-three wards, only three were slums—and Arakawa was one of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recalling what he knew of Tokyo, Wang Zun didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arakawa was poor, yes—but if he had to find some silver lining in this misfortune, it was there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could find it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only consolation: Arakawa wasn’t the absolute worst—it ranked second-to-last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He laughed for a moment, then stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had just recalled more of the original owner’s memories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zun’s current situation was dire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hardship wasn’t just in daily life—it was economic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The original owner’s suicide was partly due to financial strain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this rate, if he didn’t act soon, Wang Zun would soon be forced to move to Adachi Ward due to economic hardship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adachi Ward was Tokyo’s absolute worst-ranked ward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Wang Zun couldn’t laugh for another reason too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The original Wang Zun wasn’t from a single-parent household—he had a younger sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sister…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zun stopped walking, looked up at the night sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tonight,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the silver moon hung high, glowing softly, the starlight magnificent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gazing upward, countless stars formed a curved river of light, adorning the heavens, beautiful enough to stir the heart—like a girl’s faint smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep eyes reflected the glittering stars within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when a gentle evening breeze brushed past, lifting the short hair on his head, did Wang Zun lower his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kamikawa Chie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The name of Wang Zun’s sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two years younger than Wang Zun, only fifteen years old—still in the “three-year minimum” age bracket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Currently, Kamikawa Chie attended Arakawa First Junior High, a third-year middle school student.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Chinese school terms, that meant ninth grade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was about to graduate and enter high school.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And precisely because Kamikawa Chie was about to enter high school did the original Wang Zun commit suicide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because entering high school meant tuition fees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like China, Japan provided free nine-year compulsory education.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only at the high school level did students have to pay tuition themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zun’s family was different from others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His parents had died early; only he and his sister remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the only male and the eldest in the household, he bore the entire burden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What financial capacity could a high school student possibly have?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The answer was obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost none.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His income came only from temporary odd jobs and the meager savings left by his parents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To avoid starving before reaching adulthood and securing proper employment, Wang Zun had to practice extreme frugality far beyond his age.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to plan exactly how much to spend each day—enough to fill his stomach, but no more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to account for every other expense too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost every day, Wang Zun lived in poverty, scrimping and saving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was too hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse, he couldn’t show his suffering—it would worry his young sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He loved his sister deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How deeply? If there was fish to eat, he gave her the meat and kept the head for himself. Any delicacy, any good drink—he gave it to her first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without Kamikawa Chie, he would never have held the family together this long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he didn’t want her to worry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But all he could do was this much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, he was a teenager whose parents had died too early, who had never even had time to enjoy life before facing its cruelty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weight on his shoulders… was too heavy!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally, Wang Zun’s daily life—scrimping, working, managing school and household matters—had already pushed him to his limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could barely breathe under the pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, his sister was about to enter high school.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing a tuition fee that, to him, was astronomical…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the final straw that broke the camel’s back. Under unbearable pressure, Wang Zun finally collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He chose suicide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fragments of the original owner’s memories flashed through his mind; Wang Zun sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it irresponsible of Wang Zun to commit suicide?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, it was irresponsible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He abandoned his sister to die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in one memory fragment from the original owner’s past…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he wrote his suicide note, he repeatedly pleaded for someone kind to care for his sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone was profoundly humble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the end, tears flowed uncontrollably,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>dripping onto the note, leaving behind faint, watery stains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in death, he could not let go of his sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One might say the original Wang Zun made a mistake—he shouldn’t have killed himself, he should have kept fighting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that wasn’t entirely true either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The burden the original Wang Zun carried was too heavy for anyone his age to bear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any other high school student—or even an adult—would likely have made the same choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since I died in my past life and was reborn into your body, as thanks, I’ll take care of your sister for you. That’s how I’ll fulfill your wish.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zun murmured, then resumed walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his past life, he had died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having been reborn by accident, he wouldn’t waste this second chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first thing he could do now was care for the original owner’s sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, his personal code was simple: repay kindness, avenge wrongs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small, old Japanese-style apartment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kamikawa Mitsu stood in front of one of the apartment’s units.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the only inheritance left by the original owner’s parents, beyond their meager savings—enough to keep Kamikawa Mitsu and Kamikawa Chie from freezing outdoors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled a key from his backpack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned the key in the lock and opened the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kamikawa Mitsu exhaled, then stepped forward into the home:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>",1191,"2026-06-20T17:56:08.120Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","8aac29a670ef6fb356ca9d25ce3a7cb8bd3e4cf3e7782c4d41d466f9724bd4a8","i-sparked-the-hundred-demon-night-parade-in-toky-chapter-13","i-sparked-the-hundred-demon-night-parade-in-toky-chapter-11",477,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-sparked-the-hundred-demon-night-parade-in-toky-cover.jpg"]