Fate's Choice: Livestream at the Start Summoning Billions of Ravens

One minute.

Just one minute.

The internet has exploded.

#DelhiVanishing (The disappearance of Delhi)

#ArjunaThePurifier (Arjuna the Purifier).

Two alarming terms simultaneously topped the social media trending charts in over 190 countries and regions worldwide, at a speed that surpassed the spread of the virus.

Twitter, Weibo, Facebook... servers on all platforms are sending out alarms like crazy.

Countless mobile phone videos shot from different angles were uploaded. The images were blurry, but the scene of that area instantly turning into light particles and dissipating was clearly imprinted on the retinas of everyone who clicked to play.

"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! What the hell did I just see?!"

"A slum... just gone like that? Tens of thousands of people!"

"Damn it, this isn't a god! This is a demon! A demon even more ruthless than Madara Uchiha!"

"Don't the Indians always brag about how powerful their gods are? Is this what your gods are like? They start by slaughtering their own people?"

"Purification? This is what they call purification? Cleaning up the poor like garbage?!"

The Great Firewall of White Elephant collapsed instantly, and countless citizens bypassed it, flooding comment sections around the world with tearful English and Hindi.

"Help! Help us!"

"A devil! This is a devil!"

Despair and fear, transmitted via fiber optics, instantly infected the entire world.

One hour after the incident.

The official authorities of White Elephant Kingdom have not issued any statement.

The Prime Minister's office phone lines were ringing off the hook, but no one answered.

New Delhi, a megacity with a population of over 20 million, has experienced the largest urban exodus in recorded human history.

Fear is the best catalyst.

When people realize that the government and the military are meaningless in the face of such an existence, the only option left is to run away.

The torrent of cars completely blocked every main road leading out of the city.

Countless people abandoned their vehicles and fled, dragging their families along and carrying meager belongings, joining the tide of escapees.

The sounds of horns, cries, and curses blended into a symphony of despair.

On the highway, the owner of a brand-new Mercedes was dragged out of the car window by the crowd behind him. The expensive car was trampled by countless feet, becoming a stepping stone for the crowd to move forward.

The social order, laws, and morals of the past were crushed in the face of the most primal instinct for survival.

Millions of citizens, like a swarm of startled ants, rushed out of the city, completely paralyzing traffic.

The entire city has become a giant, collapsing cage.

Three hours after the incident.

Just as countless people knelt on the ground, crying out in despair at the blocked road.

The sky brightened.

A beam of pure golden light tore through the polluted, hazy sky above New Delhi and descended with pinpoint accuracy.

The beam of light landed precisely in the center of that breathtakingly smooth, crystal-clear land.

Sacred, solemn, warm.

It is quite different from the cold, judgmental holiness of Arjuna's descent.

This light carries compassion.

A figure slowly emerged from the pillar of light.

The silver armor reflected a holy light, and her shoulder-length golden hair fluttered in the wind.

She clutched a huge banner in her hand, with an iris emblem on it.

The Judge, Joan of Arc.

She hovered before Arjuna, her clear blue eyes reflecting the land of death below, forged from the molten remains of tens of thousands of lives.

Arjuna looked at Joan of Arc before him, but made no move.

Deep within his pure black pupils, the power of [Thousand-Mile Vision (Transcendence)] had already been activated.

What he saw was not a girl wearing armor.

Instead, it was a raging fire.

In Rouen's market square, piles of firewood are stacked high.

The girl was tied to the stake, flames engulfing her body, but her eyes still gazed at the sky.

Betrayal, trial, abandonment by the people, and burning by faith.

On Arjuna's cold face, the part belonging to the "face of evil" slowly curved into a curve devoid of any warmth.

He judged the existence before him as "evil" that needed to be purified.

You are guilty.

The words fell.

Arjuna slowly raised his hand, and a black longbow appeared out of thin air.

He drew back the bowstring.

There were no arrows on the bow.

But a destructive aura powerful enough to ripple the very fabric of space instantly locked onto Joan of Arc.

Joan of Arc's expression remained unchanged.

She suddenly held the holy flag in front of her.

"My lord is here!"

A huge golden circular light shield instantly unfolded around the flag.

The sacred energy fluctuations, like a pebble thrown into a lake, spread out in circles of golden ripples.

next second.

Arjuna's destructive aura and Joan of Arc's divine energy collided violently high in the sky.

No sound.

However, centered on the two individuals, the atmosphere within a radius of several kilometers was instantly evacuated, creating a vacuum zone of violent turbulence.

The fleeing crowd below felt an indescribable, terrifying pressure descending from the sky, forcing countless people to their knees, unable to breathe.

"In the name of the adjudicator."

Joan of Arc's voice, amplified by the sacred banner, resounded clearly throughout New Delhi.

"Berserker, your behavior has seriously violated the rules."

"I will use force to suppress you."

Arjuna's "evil face" responded to this declaration with a cold laugh.

The force on his bowstring continued to increase.

That aura of destruction had condensed into a black singularity visible to the naked eye.

Just as he was about to let go.

His body suddenly began to tremble violently.

"Well……"

A suppressed, painful groan escaped his throat.

His facial expressions shifted wildly between absolute coldness and extreme compassion, like a television screen with a poor signal.

finally.

The "good side" belonging to the hero Arjuna prevailed.

He slowly lowered the longbow in his hand.

The black weapon turned into specks of light and dissipated into the air.

He looked down at his own fair and slender hands.

These were the same hands that, just hours ago, wiped out tens of thousands of lives.

Endless pain and self-blame were revealed in his black eyes.

"Did I...do it?"

Arjuna murmured to himself in a hoarse voice.

The voice was filled with disbelief and self-loathing.

He suddenly looked up and gazed at Joan of Arc opposite him.

Then, under the watchful eyes of the entire world, this being, who had just been like a world-destroying demon, slowly bent his knees in mid-air.

He made a kneeling gesture.

"The adjudicator."

"I am burdened with sin."

"I am the root of evil."

Arjuna's voice trembled, filled with despair.

"Please...kill me."

This scene left everyone around the world watching the live stream through various channels completely stunned.

The demon king who was supposed to purify everything just a second ago.

The next second, he knelt down and begged for death.

What is this?

Schizophrenia?

Joan of Arc looked at the "Berserker" kneeling in repentance before her and fell into a long silence.

Her class skill, True Name Recognition, allowed her to clearly see the two souls tearing each other apart deep within Arjuna's spirit origin.

One is the God of Judgment, who devoured all the gods and transformed into "evil" in pursuit of absolute "good".

The other is the hero who was lost in the Kuru war, eventually completed his mission under Krishna's guidance, but could never forgive himself.

He is both the destroyer and the destroyer.

They were also victims.

Killing a truly repentant soul went against Joan of Arc's beliefs.

However, allowing a world-destroying demon king who could be controlled by the "evil side" at any time would violate her duty as a judge.

Time passed, second by second.

The crowd fleeing below also temporarily halted due to this strange standoff.

Everyone looked up at the two people in the sky.

A few minutes later.

Jeanne d'Arc put away her Noble Phantasm, the Light Shield.

She looked at Arjuna, who was still kneeling in the air, and declared in an unquestionable tone.

"Your sins will be judged by the final outcome of the Holy Grail War."

"Until then, you will be under my personal supervision."

"Your freedom will be taken away."

After saying that, Joan of Arc extended her hand.

Countless golden chains emerged from the void behind her, like living serpents, and quickly coiled around Arjuna's body.

Arjuna did not resist.

He closed his eyes, letting the chains representing "rules" and "restraints" bind his limbs and body tightly.

Finally, a golden collar was fastened around his neck.

Joan of Arc withdrew her hand.

The other end of the chain was in her hand.

She turned away, no longer looking at the city below.

The next moment, the two of them transformed into countless golden specks of light and disappeared from the sky above New Delhi.

In the sky, only the golden pillar of light that had not yet completely dissipated remained, along with the vast and flat, azure-colored earth.