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

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[Congratulations, host, on obtaining a special authority—Creating a World (Special).]

There were no earth-shattering special effects, nor any dramatic increase in physical abilities.

Jiang Ming simply felt as if a "control panel" had appeared in his mind.

A God-like control console that allows you to freely paint, modify, and construct reality with just a thought.

He sat up straight again and picked up the can of Coke on the table.

Without even needing to squeeze it, the aluminum can automatically decomposes in mid-air, reducing itself to aluminum, carbon, and water molecules, and then instantly reforms into a gleaming aluminum dagger.

"Material recombination is just a side benefit."

Jiang Ming fiddled with the dagger, and with a thought, brought up the [Genesis] interface.

The interface is as simple as a map editor for a sandbox game.

Please set the world parameters.

"Since this is the final battlefield of the Holy Grail War, it can't be too shabby."

Jiang Ming's finger made a virtual tap in the air.

Name: Mirror World

"Underlying logic: Complete replication."

"Let's not get into any fantasy continents or cultivation worlds yet, let's just try it out with Ctrl+C and Ctrl+V."

Jiang Ming inputs the command.

"Copy all physical rules, geographical environment, and building layout of the current main world."

"Scope..."

He paused for a moment.

Since the influence range of the newly created "True Holy Grail" is the solar system.

We can't be stingy on this battlefield either.

Scope: The solar system.

"Copy all eight planets, the Kuiper Belt, and the Sun."

"but……"

Jiang Ming stopped moving, a playful look appearing on his face.

"Remove all 'living entities'."

[Parameter settings complete.]

[Calculating consumption...]

[Based on a macroscopic scale of "solar system level" and the precision requirement of "complete material simulation".]

[Estimated emotional value consumption: 1,000,000,000 points.]

One billion.

It cost a billion to build the Holy Grail.

Now it costs another billion to make the map.

Jiang Ming looked at the balance of 5 billion yuan on the panel, which he had just warmed up, and it shrank by two-fifths in an instant.

But he didn't even blink.

Money is something you can't take with you when you die.

You can earn more emotional points if you lose them.

"Payment".

Payment successfully deducted.

[Emotional Value Balance: 4,125,820,000.]

[Genesis process initiated.]

Om-!

An indescribable tremor spread outwards from Jiang Ming.

Jiang Ming closed his eyes.

His consciousness seemed to detach from his body, rise to an altitude of ten thousand meters, break through the atmosphere, and float in the dark space.

He saw the Earth.

Azure, beautiful Earth.

But on the "back side" of the Earth, or rather, in the dimensional gap.

Countless golden lines are intertwining wildly.

That is the embodiment of the rules.

Gravity, electromagnetism, strong interaction, weak interaction...

The four fundamental forces form the framework of the world.

Then comes the filling of the material.

From the smallest quark to the largest star.

An identical solar system is being "printed" out of nothingness.

The steel beams of Tokyo Tower, the rivets of the Eiffel Tower, the bricks of the Great Wall, and even the pull tab of the Coca-Cola can in Jiang Ming's hand.

Everything has been perfectly replicated.

The only difference is...

That world was deathly silent.

The world is now complete.

[The host has obtained the highest administrator privileges in the "Mirror World".]

Current world status: Closed.

Jiang Ming opened his eyes.

The sense of omniscience and omnipotence that he had been in control of everything faded, but he could clearly perceive that beneath the surface of reality, there was an additional "shadow".

He can bring anyone in whenever he wants.

Or to materialize what's there.

"The stage is set up."

"Next, it's time to announce the actors' entrance."

"Since it's a new version of the game update, there should be an official announcement."

"This kind of work should naturally be left to our GM (game administrator)."

……

The Vatican City, the Palace of the Apostles, has three underground levels.

This is the most central and forbidden area of ​​the Vatican; even high-ranking officials, such as cardinals, are not allowed to enter without a papal decree.

This is a prison specifically used to hold "heretics".

But now, it has become the temporary palace of that world-destroying demon god.

Arjuna was bound by dozens of golden chains.

Those chains are not physical entities, but rather the power of rules manifested by Joan of Arc's Ruler authority.

His head was bowed, his long black hair obscuring his face, his chest heaving slightly, as he fell into a deep sleep.

The souls of good and evil temporarily reached a truce within him.

Joan of Arc knelt on the stone floor outside the cage.

Instead of wearing the silver armor, she changed into a simple nun's habit.

With hands clasped in front of his chest, eyes closed, he silently performed his evening prayer.

This is her daily routine.

Even after becoming a Heroic Spirit, even after possessing power sufficient to fight against an army, she remained the devout girl from Domremy.

"Lord."

"Please forgive this lost soul."

"His sins were grave, but his suffering was also real."

"May your light illuminate the darkness within him, and help him rediscover his true self..."

The prayer was only halfway through.

Joan of Arc's voice abruptly stopped.

She suddenly opened her eyes, her azure pupils contracting sharply.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze.

The flickering candlelight now seemed frozen, remaining still and tilted.

Even the dust particles were suspended in mid-air.

Time stopped?

No.

It is an acceleration of thinking.

A grand, majestic, and lofty will, as vast as the starry sky, descended without warning into this small prayer room.

Joan of Arc knew that feeling all too well.

That was the tremor she felt when she first heard that voice under the tree in Dom Remy.

That was the only solace she felt while burning at the stake.

[Inspiration]

It has been launched.

"host……"

Joan of Arc called out in a trembling voice that only she could hear.

But that will did not respond to her call.

It simply imprinted a message directly into the depths of Joan of Arc's soul in a cold, efficient, and unquestionable manner.

The prelude to the war has ended.

The real trial will begin in one month.

The voice transcended gender and age; it was like the harmony of countless voices, or the roar of the universe itself.

The Holy Grail has been revealed.

But it is not of this world.

It resides in its reflection in the mirror, on the other side of nothingness.

Upon hearing these words, a picture flashed through Joan of Arc's mind.

A world exactly like Earth, yet deathly silent.

In that world, above the Potala Palace in China, a golden cup floats.

The aura emanating from that cup was more sacred and vast than any other treasure she had ever seen before.

That was the real... all-powerful cauldron.

[Inform all participants.]

One month from now, the gate to the other side will open in the far east.

Location: Tokyo, Japan (the land of cherry blossoms).

Only the victors can touch miracles.

The oracle was brief yet powerful.

As the last byte fell, that grand will receded like the tide.

The candlelight flickered again, and ashes slowly settled.

Everything returned to normal.

"The world in the mirror..."

"The true Holy Grail..."

"The Far East..."

Joan of Arc slowly stood up.

She raised her head and looked at Arjuna, who was bound in front of her.

The previous confusion vanished.

She was still struggling with how to deal with the dangerous Berserker and worried about how much harm the war would cause to civilians.

But now, the Lord has given the answer.

"Thank you for your guidance."

Joan of Arc made the sign of the cross on her chest.

She stood up, and her originally gentle demeanor instantly changed.

The devout nun disappeared.

Instead, the one who once waved her flag and commanded thousands of troops beneath the walls of Orleans became the Holy Maiden Commander.

She turned and walked toward the door of the prayer room.

With firm steps, her armor (spirit origin manifestation) re-covered her body as she walked.

The silvery-white light illuminated the dim corridor.

Outside.

When the two Swiss Guards soldiers on duty saw Joan of Arc come out, they immediately stood at attention and saluted.

"Your Highness."

Joan of Arc did not stop.

Her voice was clear and dignified, echoing in the empty underground corridor.

"Take me to see the Pope."

"Now."

"I have something important to say to the whole world."