[{"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-3":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},2326221,4550,"Chapter 3: Chapter Three: Success or Death","i-sparked-the-hundred-demon-night-parade-in-toky-chapter-3",3,"\u003Cp>Time dripped away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zun, climbing, could feel it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His oxygen was nearly gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he still had two or three meters to go before the cockpit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That distance, in normal circumstances, was very short.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, it was impossibly far, endlessly long, like a chasm between heaven and earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chasm didn’t just separate distance—it separated life and death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he didn’t cross it, death awaited Wang Zun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gazing at the distance ahead, Wang Zun could no longer hold back—he cursed inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this speed, he would suffocate from oxygen deprivation before reaching the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time could not be wasted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Staying here one more second would drastically increase his chance of death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zun had no time to think—his eyes blazed with madness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charge!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this nearly vertical cockpit, he planted his feet on the seat backs and pushed with every ounce of strength he had left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soaring forward!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, he was like a frenzied cheetah.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After days of starvation, on the brink of death, it had finally spotted prey—and the cheetah launched itself without hesitation, grasping for survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body launched into the air, hurtling toward the cockpit door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two meters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One meter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, the threat of death, the terror of everyone, left no one paying attention to any movement—they all cried helplessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But two people noticed Wang Zun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One was Mori Tian  Takeshi, still climbing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other was Takee Sashiko, the flight attendant closest to the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their gazes went blank, watching Wang Zun leap into the air, suspended within the cockpit—eyes filled with disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too insane!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Has this high school student (Kamikawa-kun) lost his mind?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cockpit’s length is enormous—from this end near the cockpit to the other end, it’s at least seven or eight meters, equivalent to falling from a three-and-a-half-story building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Note this isn’t jumping from a building—it’s crashing down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this extreme oxygen-deprived state, falling from seven or eight meters would leave you unconscious even if you didn’t die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And once unconscious in oxygen deprivation, you’d suffocate while unconscious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s no different from carbon monoxide suicide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mori Tian  Takeshi and Takee Sashiko were shaken, their minds reeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could a high school student really make such a judgment?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too reckless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Total all-or-nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Success or death!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zun didn’t know what Mori Tian  Takeshi and Takee Sashiko were thinking—he focused entirely on the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just reach it!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hurry!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In those split-second moments of life and death, Wang Zun’s thought lasted less than a blink—he made his decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He believed he could use his last strength to leap and grab the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the result?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was correct!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a thud, as he leaped, he stretched his left hand to its limit, nearly tearing his body apart—and his fingers closed around the cockpit door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zun didn’t slacken—he grabbed with his right hand too, both hands clinging to the door, pulling himself into the cockpit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t notice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Takee Sashiko, gripping a seatbelt beside the door, stared at him with a vacant expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed she hadn’t expected Wang Zun to succeed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And even less expected that the one who did it was a teenager.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slammed the door shut to prevent accidentally falling out of the cockpit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zun looked inside the cockpit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The situation had indeed worsened exactly as he feared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The captain was dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first officer’s eyes were injured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, Wang Zun fixed his gaze on a specific spot in the cockpit and pulled out two oxygen masks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Throughout the entire process, he made no search.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His movements were practiced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They clearly showed he knew exactly where the oxygen masks were stored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This behavior… this action…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t resemble a high school student at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if he were the captain himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just now, what Wang Zun had thought was confirmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system’s script points could be exchanged for all kinds of things—including knowledge!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had spent 100 script points to directly gain the experience of flying an airplane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, he was not just a high school student—he was a seasoned pilot with decades of experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He calmly put on the oxygen mask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having used all his strength to enter the cockpit, Wang Zun was already oxygen-deprived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he didn’t put on the mask now, he’d pass out from suffocation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After securing his own mask, Wang Zun also placed one on First Officer Nakano.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason? Nakano looked just as bad—he was on the verge of suffocating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First Officer, can you still assist in operating the plane? If you can, respond.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zun asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The situation was critical, and with his injured eyes, Nakano didn’t even look to see who was speaking—he inhaled deeply from the mask and answered quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zun nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he prepared to move Captain Hasegawa’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cockpit door opened behind him—Mori Tian  Takeshi entered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After relentless effort, Mori Tian  Takeshi had just reached the cockpit door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me take over,” Mori Tian  Takeshi said, watching Wang Zun move Hasegawa’s corpse toward the captain’s seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone could see it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mori Tian  Takeshi didn’t trust Wang Zun to fly the plane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked from the first officer to Wang Zun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the first officer was still conscious, if he directed the flight, the odds of survival would be higher than if Wang Zun flew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Takee Sashiko, noticing Mori Tian  Takeshi’s entrance, looked over, anxious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of time is this to argue over who flies?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And doesn’t it matter who flies? The one who gave me the mask clearly knew what he was doing—he seemed quite…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>High school uniform?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following the uniform upward, Nakano finally noticed Wang Zun’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, his expression changed drastically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one who gave him the oxygen mask was a teenager!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of joke is this?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Letting a teenager fly the plane? That’s playing with lives—no, he can’t be allowed to fly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deputy Captain Nakano immediately spoke: “Let the man behind come…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THUD!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a thousand-pound iron block crashing to the ground, the sound was dull, striking straight into everyone’s hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plane sharply tilted to the left in a wide arc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ahh!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With no warning, the plane’s sudden shift triggered screams of terror throughout the cabin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in the cockpit, Wang Zun and the other two turned pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is bad!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zun’s pupils contracted sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking out the left cockpit window backward, he saw a layer of frost coating the left wing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the result of reaching the maximum altitude—the aircraft’s body could no longer withstand the high-altitude cold front and had begun to ice over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, only the wings were frozen, but as time passed, the engines would freeze too; once they stopped running, everything would be over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without engine power, what could Wang Zun use to fly the plane?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zun didn’t hesitate—he plopped down into the captain’s seat, cutting off any words from Nakano or Mori Takeshi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me fly—I have two thousand hours of flight experience. Sit down and buckle up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zun barked, gripping the control stick with one hand to halt the plane’s ascent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the other, he pulled on his headset and activated the cabin intercom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Everyone in the cabin, sit down and tighten your seatbelts! I’m stabilizing the descent—don’t leave your seats!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clear broadcast echoed through the cabin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Wang Zun had earlier shouted for everyone to wear oxygen masks, the passengers had an inexplicable sense of reassurance from his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So when his voice came over the intercom, everyone instinctively obeyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the fuselage shook violently, growing more intense by the second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many had no time to fasten their seatbelts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ice on the left wing caused the plane to lose balance, beginning to tilt and roll leftward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A plane’s greatest fear is rolling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once rolling begins, under these high-altitude turbulent winds, the aircraft will spin like a top around its own axis; correcting it then becomes nearly impossible, let alone with ice-laden wings that grow brittle—such spinning would soon snap them off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hold it steady!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zun gritted his teeth, gripping the control stick tightly, trying to restore the plane’s balance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the high-altitude winds were too strong—the control stick was like a runaway horse, impossible to rein in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plane’s roll continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the cabin, everyone felt as if they were on a roller-coaster spinning at breakneck speed, slamming against the walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some, disoriented by the constant rotation, felt their stomachs churn and vomited outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others were knocked bloody, injured by impacts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cries, shrieks, and screams rang out, loud enough to pierce through the cockpit door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The situation grew increasingly dire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chaos from the cabin reached Mori Takeshi and Nakano’s ears—their hearts pounded, panic seizing them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What do we do!?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How do we fix this!?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mori Takeshi might not grasp how dire things were, but Nakano knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the first officer, with over a decade of flight experience—he knew exactly how severe the roll had become. Even Captain Hasegawa, with far more seniority, couldn’t recover from this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as the plane rolled, the winds were still pushing it higher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now they faced two dire problems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One: correcting the plane’s balance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two: stopping the ascent and descending to lower altitude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fail to solve either, and everyone dies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But solving both while the plane was rolling? Too difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nakano nearly wept—the roll made his stomach churn, making him want to vomit and cry, his liver and gallbladder trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had given up. He closed his eyes and waited to die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mori Takeshi was the same—pale, gray with death, his eyes devoid of hope, filled only with despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He no longer cared who flew the plane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This situation couldn’t be fixed by a high school student—or by him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was useless. All of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only one who could save them was Captain Hasegawa returning from the dead—but even if he did, could he truly fix this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The odds were minuscule.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the plane rolled, it felt like Death flipping a card—the cabin and cockpit were thick with oppressive dread, the atmosphere saturated with death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CLICK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A switch being toggled sounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike the two men in despair, Wang Zun’s expression was solemn, his gaze sharp as lightning. One hand gripped the control stick; the other rapidly toggled the wing flap adjustment switches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In just ten seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hands never paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each time he adjusted the control stick, Wang Zun fine-tuned the wing flaps, his eyes constantly scanning the PFD and ND displays.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the PFD’s data changed—the altitude bar, vertical speed indicator, attitude indicator—he adjusted the control stick with iron grip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously, his peripheral vision flicked to the ND display, making corresponding corrections.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Throughout, his reactions were lightning-fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment any display changed, or the air currents and clouds ahead shifted, Wang Zun reacted instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His responses were pure reflex—no thought, no hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like instinctive motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if he knew, at this moment, with this data, exactly which action was correct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time ticked by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One second, thirty seconds, one minute…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plane’s roll slowed in inverse proportion—the fuselage stabilized, the spin gradually ceased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nakano, lost in despair, sensed the change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, he turned to stare at Wang Zun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sight froze him—eyes wide, as if seeing a ghost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before him, a high school student—down to his clothes and age—was expertly flying the plane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes moved, his hands coordinated flawlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene was visually stunning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Wang Zun’s eyes and hands—fast, precise, seamless, no wasted motion—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was miraculous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling the roll fade, the plane returning to balance—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nakano’s body jolted, mouth gaping open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Impossible!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He nearly shouted it—but clamped his lips shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simple reason: he feared his voice would disrupt Wang Zun’s “performance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plane finally stabilized, its ascent halted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nakano’s heart surged beyond words—his face and soul alike screamed astonishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This high school student did it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He accomplished what even a captain with over twenty years’ experience couldn’t—unbelievable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Utterly inconceivable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a long moment, Nakano sat stunned, unable to recover.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this kid really a high school student…?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mori Takeshi was equally dazed, having watched Wang Zun’s entire operation—his heart shaken, laced with dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he had insisted on taking the controls instead of letting Wang Zun fly, the outcome would’ve been grim—certain death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unconsciously, Mori Takeshi stared at Wang Zun, his expression complex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Have I grown old? Or has the world changed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Are high school students today this powerful?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tokyo Air Traffic Control\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All personnel continue to call NH137, but still receive no response\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the coordinates on the screen, NH137 is not only climbing rapidly but also shaking violently, approaching its maximum altitude limit\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Director Sada fielded silence, his face dark as if under a spending ban, terrifyingly grim\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the screen, it’s clear NH137 has suffered an incident\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A major one\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way NH137’s coordinates are shaking on the screen—it’s like a drunken giant staggering, lurching left and right. This isn’t flying an airplane; it’s driving a bumper car\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the hell is Captain Hasegawa doing! Are his twenty years of flight experience earned by eating shit?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Earlier, a subordinate had given Director Sada detailed data on NH137\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Director Sada was stunned to learn the pilot of NH137 was a veteran with twenty years of flight experience\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What on earth is going on?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A veteran pilot flying like a child playing around—treating it like a rocket?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more he thought, the heavier his heart sank\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No good\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this rate, NH137 will break apart; no one on board will survive\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We can’t wait any longer\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately, Director Sada waved his hand and gave an order\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Send a request to the Air Self-Defense Force for support—have them dispatch a reconnaissance aircraft to investigate NH…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he finished speaking\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Director Sada! It’s stopped! Stopped! NH137 has stopped climbing!” Yamaka Yoichi cried out in surprise\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me see!” Director Sada froze, then hurried forward to stare at the screen\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The screen displayed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>NH137 had changed—it was no longer ascending, but had turned around\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Director Sada exhaled slightly in relief\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thank goodness, thank goodness—it finally stopped climbing\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been terrified the plane would keep rising, since it had already reached its maximum altitude\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It could disintegrate at any moment\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that point, all 231 people on board, including the crew, would have zero chance of survival\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he himself would be held accountable—forced to kneel and apologize at the upcoming press conference, then announce his resignation\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet even though NH137 had stopped ascending, the crisis was far from over\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Quickly, use the computer to calculate how much fuel remains on NH137—whether it’s enough to return and land, and what kind of structural damage might have occurred after reaching maximum altitude”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And keep trying to contact NH137!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until NH137 landed safely, Director Sada dared not relax\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>NH137 flight, cockpit\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plane was descending steadily, but Wang Zun did not relax; his eyes burned with focus, constantly monitoring every movement, while he softly spoke to First Officer Nakano\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First Officer, contact Tokyo Air Traffic Control”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Confirm whether our aircraft information was successfully transmitted”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Check all instruments, assess the aircraft’s specific damage”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To ensure absolute safety, Wang Zun needed full situational awareness to make the fastest possible decisions\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His calm, composed handling and orderly commands left First Officer Nakano and Mori Takeshi stunned\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their mouths had been hanging open since earlier\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gulp…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First Officer Nakano and Mori Takeshi swallowed hard, staring blankly, their expressions filled with disbelief and bewilderment\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Am I blind?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is Kamikawa Mitsu really a high school student?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Impossible to imagine—someone so orderly in command, so skilled in flying, was just a high schooler\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If someone had told Mori Takeshi just a short while ago that a high school student could fly like this\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would have sworn\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d have slapped them without hesitation\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What are you joking about?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to Mori Takeshi’s thoughts, First Officer Nakano kept glancing back and forth\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes darted between Wang Zun’s high school uniform and his face\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after seeing Wang Zun fly, First Officer Nakano remained deeply confused\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or rather, put it this way\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Precisely because he’d seen Wang Zun fly, First Officer Nakano felt this self-doubt\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the hell is going on?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How can a high school student fly so skillfully? His piloting skills aren’t just not those of a beginner—they’re better than those of veterans, unmistakably the product of at least a decade of experience, overflowing with expertise\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this high school student is only seventeen or eighteen\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seventeen or eighteen? Ten years of flight experience?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What nonsense\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that were true, this kid must’ve been flying since birth\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet from the reality before them\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s the only possible explanation\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he didn’t start flying in the womb, he must’ve grown up in the cockpit—raised by osmosis, flying since childhood\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First Officer?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Nakano motionless, Wang Zun turned his gaze—cold and sharp\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crisis is not yet over\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until the plane reaches the ground and the script is complete, Wang Zun could not loosen his taut nerves\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh… sorry, I’ll handle it right away”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Startled by Wang Zun’s gaze, First Officer Nakano snapped back to reality and immediately followed Wang Zun’s orders\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t notice Mori Takeshi watching him, his expression utterly bizarre\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This scene was too surreal\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A first officer taking orders from a high school student to fly the plane\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>",2918,"2026-06-20T17:56:08.120Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","34ad2f28fe159e0d1203f0295869192b2790895437acba740cbac8aff1e47fcd","i-sparked-the-hundred-demon-night-parade-in-toky-chapter-4","i-sparked-the-hundred-demon-night-parade-in-toky-chapter-2",477,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-sparked-the-hundred-demon-night-parade-in-toky-cover.jpg"]