Reverse History

Your subsequent main quest has been determined!

Main Quest: Reverse History

Quest Brief: Hidden aboard the plane you are on are several ruthless bandits. They will hijack this aircraft and then steer it to crash into a skyscraper in a massive metropolis.

Quest Objective: Neutralize all terrorists! Change the fate of the passengers on this plane.

Quest Description: For every passenger who dies on the plane, your evaluation will be reduced by 30%. If the death toll exceeds four, or if the plane successfully crashes into the skyscraper, the quest is declared a failure.

For every terrorist rendered combat-incapable (including but not limited to killing, paralyzing, or subduing), you will gain 20% completion progress.

You have entered this world via the Descent Mode, so the strength of the terrorists will be enhanced to a certain degree.

Main Quest: Reverse History will officially begin in 30 seconds.

After this information popped up, the flow of time abruptly returned to normal.

Looking at this series of explanations, Fang Linyan felt that the amount of information was quite substantial.

"So, my actions during the process of exploring the world will also be subjected to personality analysis and judgment, affecting the mode of the quests I take on afterward! That really makes me curious. If I were to go on a killing spree at the slightest disagreement in the world and be judged as Chaotic Evil, then this main quest definitely wouldn't be about saving people. What would it be then?"

"Right, it must be inseparable from destruction. Maybe it would let me hijack another plane to crash into the White House, or the plane might be a fighter jet or something. It could even involve sneaking into a military base, gaining control, and then firing missiles from there."

After a round of musing, Fang Linyan furrowed his brow again. This quest was truly very tricky. As everyone knows, destroying something is the easiest, while building something up is extremely difficult. Raising a person to adulthood takes eighteen years, requiring feeding, clothing, and sheltering them, educating them to shape a correct outlook on life, and if they're troublesome, buying them a house, a car, and a wife—half a lifetime might not be enough.

But killing a person only takes a bullet and a few seconds.

The difficulty of this quest lies not in how to subdue the hijackers on the plane, but in how to keep the innocent crowd on the plane from harm. You have to understand, these bandits hijack the plane to crash it into a building; they themselves definitely won't escape either. So, anyone willing to participate in such an activity must be a die-hard core member, brainwashed to the extreme, utterly ruthless, a desperado!

Therefore, if these people don't act, fine. But once they do, they will inevitably kill to establish their authority, using extreme brutality and bloodshed to intimidate the passengers on board.

Fang Linyan further thought that these bandits might deceive the passengers by claiming they just want to fly to a country without extradition to the United States. However, there is one key person on the plane who cannot be deceived: the pilot executing the flight.

The bandits might initially threaten the pilot with death, and the pilot might reluctantly comply. But! After the terrorists show their true colors and order the pilot to crash into the skyscraper, the pilot will definitely fight to the death.

The reasoning is simple: fighting back gives a chance, however slim, of surviving against the odds, while obediently following orders leads to certain death. Even a fool knows what to do.

So, to ensure the plan can definitely proceed, one or more of the terrorists must have the ability to fly the plane, guaranteeing that after the hijacking, they can crash into the skyscraper.

Thus, the terrorists' primary target must be to control the cockpit.

At this moment, Fang Linyan was also glad he had bought a first-class ticket, because this was the only way to the cockpit. If the other side wanted to make a move, they would have to pass right under his nose.

After analyzing this information, Fang Linyan quickly reached three conclusions.

First, to get the highest possible evaluation, he had better strike first before the terrorists act. Otherwise, once they launch their attack, it would likely involve brutal killings to establish authority, making a high evaluation an empty dream.

Second, among the terrorists, the one with the ability to fly the plane should be attacked first. Without a capable pilot among their ranks, the terrorists' goal would be very difficult to achieve.

Third, his own strength was still somewhat insufficient. Therefore, the greatest force on the plane right now was the clueless bystanders among the passengers. If he could utilize them well, that force would be decisive!

With this thought, Fang Linyan took a deep breath, then exhaled. He stood up, took the bag from the overhead compartment, placed it on his lap, opened the zipper, and reached his hand inside.

The seats in first class were separate anyway. Even a passing flight attendant could only see a canvas backpack on Fang Linyan's lap, with both hands reaching inside as if fumbling for something, secretly doing something strange.

But for an experienced flight attendant, as long as the passenger didn't call her into the restroom, it was fine—Fang Linyan's situation wasn't particularly common, nor was it especially jarring, so the others just glanced over.

What they didn't know was that inside the canvas bag, the seemingly innocuous wall clock had been dismantled by Fang Linyan into dozens of parts in just a few dozen seconds. His fingers lightly brushed over the surfaces of these parts, quickly picking out a dozen or so with smooth, clean surfaces, then stuffing them into an adjacent compartment.

Next to suffer the fate of being taken apart piece by piece was the poor razor.

Of course, the behavioral art ornament that had been scrutinized by the security screener for a few seconds during boarding also couldn't escape being disassembled.

In the end, a total of thirty-seven clean, brand-new parts were extracted from these items and uniformly packed into the compartment of the canvas bag.

Needless to say, these parts were the ones Fang Linyan had personally crafted earlier, and now they were about to be put to great use!

Fang Linyan's fingers now moved at an astonishing speed, leaving afterimages as they assembled these parts. Soon, the first weapon he had designed appeared among them.