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

Deep within the Vatican's Palace of the Apostles, lies an underground prayer room heavily sealed and reinforced.

The air seemed to freeze, and even the dust stopped floating.

Dozens of golden chains, each as thick as a child's arm, crisscrossed and extended from the walls on all sides, pinning the man with the body of a god to the center of the room.

Arjuna lowered his head.

On the surface of his skin, a sacred white aura and an ominous black aura were engaged in a silent battle.

The white light tried to calm the agitation, but the black energy launched a frenzied counterattack, each impact causing the chains to creak and groan.

Joan of Arc sat on a wooden bench three meters away.

She wasn't wearing the silver armor, but just a simple linen dress, her hands folded on her knees.

“In Dom Remy,” she began, her tone flat and even, “the wheat fields are golden in summer.”

Arjuna's body trembled violently, black energy surged, and the chains were pulled taut.

Joan of Arc ignored her and continued her story.

"I have a sheep named Pierre. He is very greedy and always likes to run to the pastures to the east, where the tenderest clover is."

Arjuna let out a hoarse roar from his throat.

"We don't know anything about the Hundred Years' War between England and France, nor do we know anything about the right of succession to the throne," Joan of Arc continued, as if chatting with an old friend. "We only know about the sheep-shearing season and the church bells ringing for evening prayers."

Arjuna stopped struggling.

In that instant, the black aura surrounding him receded an inch.

A tear slid down his tightly closed eye and dripped onto the cold stone slab.

"That was a very good day."

boom!

Without warning, the black mist retaliated, instantly engulfing the tear.

Arjuna suddenly raised his head.

Those pupils, which were originally clear in black and white, were now filled with pure darkness, and the compassion on his face instantly turned into extreme ferocity and mockery.

"hypocritical."

The "face of evil" that had taken over the body made a sound, with a harsh, metallic quality.

"You saved them, but they sent you to the stake."

Arjuna pulled on the chains, leaning forward until his distorted face was almost touching Joan of Arc's.

Your "goodness" is worthless.

Joan of Arc stood up.

Instead of backing down, she took a step forward.

"I fight for my beliefs." She looked directly into those abyss-like eyes. "It has nothing to do with their choices."

"Foolish!" Arjuna roared.

Joan of Arc reached out and gently touched the taut golden chain with her fingertips.

"The trial lasted for several months, during which the bishops asked many tricky questions in an attempt to prove that I was a witch."

She paused.

"Then came the stake. There were many people in the square that day, and the firewood was very dry."

Arjuna's roaring sound was stuck in his throat.

The black energy on the body surface began to fluctuate violently, no longer a one-sided suppression, but a chaotic tearing apart.

"It hurts a lot when the flames are burning."

Joan of Arc's fingers slid down the chains.

"But it was also warm, because in the flames I saw the Lord's embrace."

It's sizzling!

Dazzling sparks flew from the golden chains.

Arjuna let out a scream of extreme agony.

The darkness in his eyes receded like a tide, revealing his original human pupils, which were filled with pain and struggle.

"you……"

The hero's "good side" regained control; he gasped for breath, sweat soaking his long, black hair.

"You're just like me."

Arjuna looked at Joan of Arc with a sorrowful gaze filled with shared grief.

"They are all people cursed by 'justice'."

He lowered his head, looking at the hands that had once drawn the divine bow of Gandiba.

"I want to eradicate all evil from this world."

"So I ate them."

His body began to tremble; it was a tremor from the depths of his soul.

"I thought this would purify the world."

Two lines of bloody tears streamed down his cheeks.

"As a result, I myself became the greatest 'evil' in the world."

"Shut up! Coward!"

The roar exploded again.

Black energy surged from his pores; it was the "face of evil" retaliating angrily.

"Eradicating evil requires extreme power! Any sacrifice is a necessary price!"

Arjuna's face twitched; the left half of his face wept with sorrow, while the right half twisted into a ferocious, maniacal laugh.

"You and I are working towards the same goal! We're not wrong!"

Joan of Arc looked at the soul before her, torn apart by the conflict between good and evil.

She stopped talking.

She extended her right hand, and a gentle yet irresistible holy light gathered in her palm.

"Go to sleep."

He placed his palm on Arjuna's forehead.

The Ruler's authority was activated, and a forced suppression was carried out.

All the struggle vanished instantly.

The light in Arjuna's eyes went out, and his body slumped down, leaving only the golden chains still tightly binding him, suspending him in mid-air.

Joan of Arc withdrew her hand.

She turned to face the cross on the wall and slowly knelt down.

……

Cambridge University, Great Britain.

The lecture hall at the former Cavendish Laboratory was completely silent.

The blackboard was covered with densely packed formulas.

Isaac Newton put down the chalk and dusted off his hands.

Below the podium, the three Nobel laureates in physics were frantically copying down notes in their notebooks, just like elementary school students who had just started school, afraid of missing even a single punctuation mark.

"get out of class dismissed."

Newton picked up the cane that was leaning against the lectern.

The scholars suddenly realized that if they released the contents of this blackboard, the entire physics community would be shaken.

A middle-aged man in a gray suit with a receding hairline stood at the door.

Upon seeing Newton emerge, he immediately went to greet him and bowed slightly.

"Sir Newton," the man lowered his voice, "I am the liaison officer for MI6. The Prime Minister hopes to speak with you..."

"Let him wait."

Newton didn't even glance at him and walked straight out.

"Sir, the international situation is extremely tense right now." The liaison officer had to jog to catch up. "There's been a major crisis in the White Elephant Country. Arjuna has been detained by the Vatican, and what about the Sakura Country..."

Newton stopped in his tracks.

He turned around and tapped his cane lightly on the ground.

thump.

An invisible wave of gravity spread out, and the liaison officer felt his knees buckle, almost causing him to kneel on the ground.

"A performance by a bunch of losers."

Newton adjusted the lace scarf at his collar.

"That Uchiha Madara who plays with fire is nothing but a barbarian who throws stones around randomly. As for Arjuna, he can't even control his own mind; he's a piece of trash."

He turned and continued walking towards the sunlight at the end of the corridor.

The triangular mirror at the top of the cane refracted a seven-colored spectrum in the sunlight.

"I have no interest in the political games of these mortals."

"I'm waiting for that variable."

The liaison officer steadied himself against the wall, looking completely bewildered: "Variables?"

"Seven positions."

Newton looked up at the overcast sky.

"Now there's only one left."

"When that Lancer appears, the equation will be complete."

"At that time, I will solve the mystery called the 'Holy Grail'."

……

The land of cherry blossoms.

A subway platform that has long been abandoned.

It was dark and damp here, and the air was filled with the smell of rust and dust.

Madara Uchiha sat cross-legged.

On the ground in front of him, a simple chessboard was made up of a few pebbles.

On the chessboard, each stone represents a Servant who has already appeared.

He extended his finger and gently pushed the two stones representing "Arjuna" and "Joan of Arc" together, signifying that they were currently in the same place.

His gaze finally settled on an empty spot on the chessboard.

In that spot, a word was scribbled in chalk.

Lancer.

"Soon."

Madara Uchiha's Sharingan suddenly opened in the darkness.

The crimson light flashed and disappeared in an instant.