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

In the real world, in the land of cherry blossoms, at Yokosuka Port.

The aircraft carrier USS Ronner Regan, docked here, is currently holding an emergency closed-door meeting that will determine the future of humanity.

The conference room was filled with smoke.

American Defense Secretary Mark Thompson was the first to break the suffocating silence.

"Gentlemen, we are facing three major challenges."

"First, we lose global positioning; second, we lose beyond-line-of-sight communication; and third, we lose space-based reconnaissance."

"In this new world, we have become a bunch of blind and deaf people."

Thompson glanced around, his gaze sweeping over the bald general representing the Russian nation, the refined middle-aged man representing China, and the diplomats representing John Bull and Gallic Rooster.

"But America is never afraid of challenges."

He pressed a button, and a familiar 3D model of a heavy rocket appeared on the screen behind him.

"I propose launching a 'new space race' program."

"We will immediately mobilize all resources to transport the Falcon Heavy rocket components to the mirror world in batches, assemble them on-site in Tokyo, and launch them there!"

"Our goal is to redeploy a minimal GPS and communications satellite network to that dark Earth in the shortest possible time. At least thirty-two satellites, covering the entire globe!"

His voice was full of unquestionable confidence, as if he were announcing an established fact.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the Russian general sitting opposite him let out a disdainful sneer.

"Secretary Thompson, your plan is very imaginative, like something out of a Hollywood science fiction movie."

The general took a tablet computer from his assistant and slid it to the center of the conference table.

"But war isn't a movie."

On the screen, rows of densely packed data and model charts began to scroll.

"According to our General Staff Strategic Research Institute's preliminary analysis, your 'new space race' will require at least a year of preparation time just to complete the transportation and selection of components."

"Completing the assembly and testing in Tokyo, a ghost town with no industrial base, and then building a launch site capable of launching heavy rockets, will take at least two years, even with the most optimistic estimate."

"A total of three years, and that's assuming everything goes smoothly."

The general raised his head and looked directly at Thompson.

"The initial estimate for the budget over these three years will exceed three trillion dollars, and this is just the beginning."

"The most critical issue is that no one can guarantee that the physical parameters of that mirror world will be exactly the same as ours."

"Orbital mechanics, the intensity and extent of the Van Allen radiation belts, the intensity of the solar wind outside the atmosphere... even the slightest difference in any of these parameters will cause your multi-trillion-dollar fireworks to turn into a pile of expensive space junk during their ascent."

The Russian general leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest.

"Secretary Thompson, are you willing to gamble America's fate on a miracle with less than a one percent chance of success?"

The meeting room fell silent once again.

At this point, the ever-polite John Bull representative cleared his throat, attempting to ease the tension.

"The general's concerns are quite reasonable. Perhaps we can try a different approach."

He proposed Plan B.

"We can use the 'Zephyr' series of ultra-long endurance UAVs, which can stay aloft in the stratosphere for months."

"We can use Tokyo as the center and radiate outwards, adopting a 'leapfrog' relay approach to form a mobile low-altitude communication network with a swarm of drones. They can serve as communication relay stations or carry high-precision cameras to conduct uninterrupted aerial mapping of the ground."

"In this way, we can gradually and steadily redraw the map of the new world."

This plan sounds much more pragmatic and ingenious than America's.

However, the Chinese representative, who had been looking down at the documents, slowly raised his head at that moment.

"A good tactical idea, but unfortunately, it has no strategic value."

"Without space-based relay stations, the maximum signal transmission distance for drones to perform 'leapfrog' relays will not exceed one thousand kilometers."

"A thousand kilometers, what does that mean?"

The Chinese representative extended one finger and gently drew a circle on the table.

"This means that we cannot even fully cover the entire country of Japan. If we want to map the entire Eurasian continent in this way, it will probably take at least fifty years."

"Fifty years."

He repeated the number, then fell silent.

But everyone understood the unspoken meaning behind his words.

Fifty years have passed; even the most promising flowers have grown cold.

This proposal was also rejected.

The atmosphere in the meeting room grew increasingly oppressive.

Just then, the French representative, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke in a weary tone.

"Perhaps... we're all thinking too far ahead."

"Since we can't explore the distant horizon, why not focus on the present?"

"The entire Sakura Country lies beneath our feet. It's a vast, undeveloped virgin land of resources. Why don't we concentrate all our resources and utilize our existing technology to conduct a comprehensive resource exploration of the entire Sakura Country?"

"Isn't securing the first batch of profits more practical than pursuing unrealistic global strategies?"

His words plunged everyone present into a long silence.

This time, no one objected.

Because the words of the French representative tore off the last pretense of all the great powers, laying bare a bloody reality that they were unwilling to admit but had to face.

These five permanent members of the UN Security Council, who possess the power to destroy the world dozens of times over, have had their truly effective control reduced to a pitiful, tiny Japan after losing their prized space infrastructure.

One hour.

For a full hour, the conference room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

No one speaks.

This is the first time since humanity entered the space age that the five major powers have so clearly and painfully realized how fragile and vulnerable their global information warfare system, built up over generations and with trillions of dollars invested, is in the face of real, higher-dimensional power.

In the end, it was Thompson who spoke first.

"...I agree with the French representative's proposal."

"Until a truly effective global solution is found, all forces should hold their current positions."

"I second that," the Russian general said succinctly.

"Agreed." The Chinese representative nodded.

Representatives from both the British and French sides subsequently expressed their agreement.

The meeting ended without result in an atmosphere of humiliation and helplessness.

……

at the same time.

Tokyo.

The enormous screen that broadcast the earth-shattering battle between Newton and Madara Uchiha slowly dimmed and eventually went out completely after Rider's victory was announced.

However, in the next second.

Next to the first light screen, the second light screen slowly lit up!

A new vision has been presented to billions of people around the world.

It was a magnificent, classically styled white domed building that everyone recognized as the Washington, D.C. Capitol Hill, in the mirror world.