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

The soldiers, struggling to breathe after being deprived of their senses, were still visibly shaken by the ordeal.

The train commander rushed to the observation window immediately.

Outside, there was the iconic Shibuya Crossing in Tokyo, with its asphalt roads, towering buildings, and huge GG signs—everything was exactly the same as it had been before they rushed in.

But they are completely different.

The whole world was eerily quiet.

There wasn't a breath of wind, no distant city noise, not even a speck of dust floating in the air. Everything was like a photograph that had been paused, lifeless and still.

The soldiers immediately peered out through the narrow observation window.

On the street, armored vehicles and tanks from different countries were "driving out" from the void in a strange manner, and then coming to a standstill.

America's M1A2 main battle tank, Russia's T-90, the United States' Challenger, and France's Leclerc.

The torrent of steel, at this moment, resembled a toy model that had been paused.

Everyone was stunned by the eerie silence.

"Report! Environmental monitoring instrument analysis complete!"

A soldier in charge of technology stared intently at the instrument in his hand as he reported to his commander.

"The air composition is basically the same as that of the main world, with 20.9% oxygen, 78.1% nitrogen, and 0.04% carbon dioxide... which is sufficient to sustain life."

Upon hearing this news, the atmosphere in the carriage relaxed slightly.

However, the soldier paused, swallowed, and added the second half of the sentence in a tone that was a mixture of fear and absurdity.

"Report... The microbial content detected in air samples, soil samples, and water samples is... zero."

"What do you mean?"

"It means..." the technician looked up and explained, "This is an absolutely sterile world, devoid of any signs of life."

This report was simultaneously transmitted back to the joint command headquarters of the five countries in the real world via the highest-encryption channel.

……

In the real world, at MIT.

An elderly professor with gray hair, a leading figure in the global biological community, was staring intently at the data that had just been transmitted back to him on the screen.

His body trembled violently from extreme excitement.

"Zero...it really is zero..."

"A sterile Earth! A planetary petri dish free from any evolutionary interference!"

The old professor suddenly turned around and roared at the students and assistants who were all dumbfounded in the room.

"Do you know what this means?!"

"This is God's laboratory! This is Genesis! This is Eden where we can write the code of life from scratch!"

.....

In the unseen depths of the dark web, the post on the "New World Pioneers Forum" about rare metal veins was instantly buried.

A bright red, bolded, pinned post replaced it.

We Are All Gods: In a Sterile World, We Will Redefine Life!

The post was filled with rational madness and unethical ambitions.

"Forget about that damned gold and diamonds, you mortals! Beneath our feet lies an unprecedented treasure trove! A biological paradise free from background noise and evolutionary contamination, an absolutely pure paradise!"

"Think about it, what does a perfectly sterile environment mean for gene editing? We could resurrect mammoths, resurrect dinosaurs, and even create mythical griffins and dragons from gene fragments! We'd never have to worry about cross-infection from viruses and bacteria again!"

"We can design entirely new ecosystems! Let Triassic ferns and Cretaceous Tyrannosaurus Rex live on the same continent and see what happens! We can create 'mountains of meat' that only produce protein chunks, completely solving the food problem!"

"This is the era of us biologists! Physicists have their universe, but we will have a brand new Earth! We will be here, becoming the Prometheus of this new world! We will redefine the word 'life'!"

This post was like a nuclear bomb that exploded in the minds of all the top scientists.

Below the post, replies were refreshing at a rate of thousands per second.

"My God, a sterile environment...that means we can perform xenotransplants without any rejection! Immortality is no longer a dream!"

"I study synthetic biology, and I'm applying to be among the first pioneers! I can create superbugs that break down plastic and purify nuclear waste!"

"Sell all mining stocks! Buy a top global biotech company with all my funds! No, I'm going to start my own company! I'll call it 'Genesis'!"

"The five permanent members of the UN Security Council must publicly disclose the selection criteria for the 'Pioneers'! Why should only military personnel and politicians receive a ticket? This is a treasure for all humanity!"

The nature of greed has not changed; only the object has changed from cold ore to something more insane and tempting—"the power to play God."

……

A mirror world, Shibuya, Tokyo.

While everyone in the carriage was still in shock and speechless, Jiang Mingjing Mirror No. 1 was the first to push open the heavy carriage door.

He stepped off the armored vehicle and stood in the middle of the deserted intersection.

I took off my tactical gloves, stretched out my clean and slender palms, and felt the absolutely pure air.

There was no dust, no exhaust fumes, and no breath belonging to billions of living beings.

Only the purest, coldest, lifeless molecular motion.

Captain Hua followed closely as he got out of the car. He looked around with a serious expression, his hand never leaving the holster at his waist.

Jiang Ming Mirror Number One smiled at him.

"Don't be nervous, it's safe here."

"Look, there isn't even a virus that could give you a cold."

While the advance teams from the five countries were still cautiously exploring this desolate Tokyo.

While in the real world, Jiang Ming's consciousness in the presidential suite in Rome had completely sunk into the backend control interface of the "Mirror World".

In his "eyes," this new world is not a physical entity, but an ocean of light composed of countless codes and rules.

Seven dazzling points of light are suspended in different locations on this ocean.

Those were the seven Servants he threw into the battlefield.

Jiang Ming looked at the points of light representing them, and casually swiped his hand in the void to group them into pairs.

Group 1: Rider Isaac Newton vs. Assassin Uchiha Madara.

Battlefield: Mirror London, on the banks of the Thames.

Group 2: Archer Franklin Delano Roosevelt (Master Evan Cross) vs. Saber Li Bai (Master Zhang Ruoxu).

Battlefield: Mirror Washington, in front of Capitol Hill.

Group 3: Lancer Vlad III (Master Radu Petrescu) vs. Berserker Arjuna.

Battlefield: Mirror New Delhi, on that purified crystal land.

As for Caster Frynn...

Jiang Ming flicked the blue dot that represented her.

The point of light traced a graceful arc and landed in the Magic City of the Mirror World.

Bye.

After the allocation was completed, Jiang Ming snapped his fingers.