Chapter 15: Chapter Fifteen: The Deceased King

“Indeed, the person most deeply involved in this incident.” Kamikawa Mitsu stared at the character information.

The system’s five assigned characters were precisely the main participants in this incident.

Kamikawa Mitsu and the first officer handled flying the plane; the main character, Mori Takeshi, managed contact with police and resolved the misunderstanding; Takee Sashiko, the lead flight attendant, calmed and informed passengers of the captain’s death.

These five played crucial roles in the incident.

Scanning each character’s skills, Kamikawa Mitsu’s eyes flickered.

Each skill was not randomly assigned—it correlated with their inherent abilities.

“It seems… to obtain specific skills in the future, I can guide relevant individuals to acquire them.”

He pondered for a moment.

Kamikawa Mitsu now had a general idea of which skill he wanted to obtain from this script.

But he could not yet obtain any skill—he had to first upload the video and receive the system’s overall evaluation to earn script points.

He locked the door and opened the video editing interface.

Whoosh!

His consciousness appeared in a pitch-black space.

A soft white glow ignited, floating before him.

The light point burst like fireworks, scattering in all directions—silver trees, blooming flowers, dazzling and magnificent.

As if countless projectors had been activated, each droplet of silver light transformed into a projection screen, each playing footage of today’s NH137 incident.

Each projection screen displayed different content.

The scenes covered every time segment and every angle—truly miraculous.

It was as if countless cameras had recorded everything aboard NH137 at the time.

Even footage of NH137’s flight path was included.

After some experimentation, Kamikawa Mitsu understood how the system’s video editing worked.

The next moment:

He interlaced his fingers, extended both hands forward, stretched his limbs, then reached for one projection screen.

It was the footage of NH137’s takeoff, captured from the aircraft’s own perspective.

Immediately after,

In this dark space, Kamikawa Mitsu moved like a god plucking stars from the night sky—snatching up one glowing projection screen after another.

Selecting, trimming, ordering, merging.

Step by step.

An hour passed swiftly.

A video filled with heart-stopping, gripping moments was completed.

“Time to upload.”

He quickly reviewed the video, confirmed its smooth playback, then clicked upload.

He selected the upload platform.

Thanks to the original host’s memories and his own prior knowledge of Japan, Kamikawa Mitsu chose to post on YTB.

YTB, abbreviated from YouTube, was an American video platform hugely popular in Japan—most Japanese netizens chose YTB to publish their videos.

“Username nickname?”

After creating the account and choosing a nickname, Kamikawa Mitsu paused, then typed “The Deceased King” into the nickname field.

He didn’t choose this name because he was being childish.

He chose it to honor his surname from his past life: Wang.

Yes, “The Deceased King” did not refer to any monarch—it referred to his deceased surname.

After setting the nickname, he titled the video “File—NH137,” then clicked upload.

Having finished all this, Kamikawa Mitsu exited the video editing space entirely.

“Should I boost the video’s popularity?” Kamikawa Mitsu rose from his chair.

Script point acquisition depended on two factors: the script’s evaluation score and the video’s popularity score.

Could he artificially inflate the video’s popularity to raise his score?

He thought about it.

Ultimately, Kamikawa Mitsu shook his head and abandoned the idea.

First,

The system could precisely identify characters and provide video records from every angle and time segment—it clearly possessed immense capability. How could it fail to detect if popularity was faked?

Its scrutiny was as strict as a nationwide anti-pornography and anti-crime crackdown—thorough, unforgiving, no loopholes.

Second,

Kamikawa Mitsu was not a skilled hacker; to boost popularity, he’d have to pay others to do it.

With his current savings, he could barely afford to eat.

Where would he get money to boost popularity?

Thinking of money, Kamikawa Mitsu raised an eyebrow: “The original host’s parents left little money—I need to find a part-time job.”

With his remaining savings, if he spent 1,000 yen per day on himself, he could last a while.

This was only for living expenses.

Kamikawa Mitsu had to consider other costs: utilities, and especially Takee Sashiko’s upcoming enrollment in high school.

Combined with living expenses, these costs would drain his savings quickly.

Crucially, a frugal life was not what Kamikawa Mitsu wanted.

He hadn’t been reborn to experience poverty.

“I remember there’s a convenience store nearby.” Kamikawa Mitsu picked up his phone and checked the time.

It was 8:30 p.m.

He pulled on his coat from the bed.

Kamikawa Mitsu went to Takee Sashiko’s room and called out:

“Sashiko, I’m going to the convenience store. I’ll be back soon.”

…

Outside the convenience store, on the street.

“I wasn’t mistaken.” Kamikawa Mitsu’s eyes lit up as he looked toward the store.

Near the store’s entrance was a sign: “Help Wanted—Clerks.”

Seeing it, he quickened his pace and stepped inside.

He moved as if afraid someone else would snatch the job if he delayed a second.

In fact, he was deeply concerned about this position.

Though it was just a convenience store clerk job, the key advantage was its proximity—he could walk there and back in under ten minutes.

The work itself wasn’t demanding; it was relatively easy.

If he worked the night shift, it would be even easier.

Not long after…

Kamikawa Mitsu stepped out of the convenience store, holding a bag containing a small cake.

Before leaving, he turned back to glance at the store, smiling:

“The NH137 incident brought more than just trouble.”

Earlier, when he applied, the clerk saw he was a minor and refused to hire him.

Just as the clerk was about to turn him away, he took a closer look at Kamikawa Mitsu—and realized this was the “youngest pilot in history” currently trending online.

Without hesitation,

The clerk immediately stopped him and called the store manager.

After a brief conversation,

Kamikawa Mitsu was hired.

The reason? His reputation.

The “pilot who saved 231 lives—the youngest in history”—working at their store? That was an incredible bragging point.

To secure this bragging right, the manager didn’t lower the hourly wage—he raised it to 1,500 yen, just to hire Kamikawa Mitsu.

A wage of 1,500 yen per hour was extremely high.

In Japan, hourly wages varied by region.

Tokyo, as the capital, had higher wages, but convenience stores averaged only 980 yen per hour; to earn 1,000 yen, you needed to work at an izakaya.

Izakaya work was far more demanding than convenience store work.

Yet Kamikawa Mitsu had secured a convenience store job paying 1,500 yen per hour.

His wage was nearly double the average.

High pay, close to home, easy work—this job, in every way, was like a gift from heaven for Kamikawa Mitsu right now.

Kamikawa Mitsu understood clearly.

He owed this job entirely to his actions aboard NH137 this morning.

“Original host, I said I’d take care of your sister—and I’m keeping that promise.” Kamikawa Mitsu smiled, glancing down at the small cake he’d bought for Takee Sashiko.

Before, he would never have dared to buy a small cake.

After all, consumption in Japan is high; a simple instant noodle costs 400 yen.

Converted to RMB, it’s about 25 yuan.

A single instant noodle at 25 yuan? It would scare an old man to death.

Luxury items like cake? No need to think— they’re even more expensive.

Yet Kamikawa Mitsu still bought it.

The reason? Nothing else but arrogance.

Now that he has a job, he should think not just of himself, but of his family too.

With cheerful steps, Kamikawa Mitsu hummed the Dragon Ball theme song as he walked home.

Too caught up in his joy, he didn’t notice the script video he had uploaded some time ago.

At this moment.

The video posted by Kamikawa Mitsu…

Its views and reposts were rising at a terrifying pace, with no sign of stopping.

The comment section beneath the video already had over a thousand replies.

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