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

At that moment, a tremendous magical power, powerful enough to distort reality, was poured into the broken wheelchair without any loss.

All the dust seemed to stand still at that moment.

Roosevelt, who had been pale and weak, suddenly raised his head.

The gentleness and wisdom that once filled those deep blue eyes have been replaced by a more primal and wild golden flame.

That was the gaze of a "conqueror".

"I understand your determination, my child."

Roosevelt's voice was deep and resonant, no longer like that of a kind elder, but more like that of a lion just awakened.

The next second, billions of viewers around the world witnessed a scene that sent chills down their spines.

Click.

The wheelchair that had accompanied this legendary president for most of his life and symbolized his "disabled but determined" political image was not attacked, but instead disintegrated on its own under the wash of golden light, turning into countless points of light and dissipating.

Amidst the shower of gold dust, Roosevelt braced his hands on his knees, his legs, which should have been atrophied and powerless, now brimming with explosive muscle definition.

He stood up.

He is 1.88 meters tall, with broad shoulders and a sturdy back, and his posture is as upright as a pine tree.

He was no longer the old man who needed help, but had returned to his prime, when he was most energetic and ambitious.

"My God...he stood up!"

"How is this possible? Aren't Servants based on historical legends? His disability should be etched into his Spirit Origin!"

"Command Seals! Command Seals rewrote the Spirit Origin settings!"

As the leaders of various countries looked at the man standing like an iron tower on the screen, a strange chill ran through them.

A standing Franklin Roosevelt was more than ten times more imposing than a seated one.

Roosevelt ignored the commotion outside; he simply looked down at his hands and then slowly opened his arms.

A vast amount of magic gathered behind him, and the originally dark sky began to distort and change color.

"May the world be as I wish, that all people be freed from want and fear!"

As the true name was chanted, the physical laws of the mirror world began to collapse.

The marble columns of the Lincoln Memorial melted like candles, and the broken ground turned into flowing asphalt and steel.

Li Bai frowned, and the Azure Lotus Sword in his hand emitted an uneasy hum.

He sensed an unprecedented grand will descending, a manifestation of a certain "system" and "state apparatus".

"New policies mean new laws, revival means a sharp blade; in the name of the people, we hereby legislate—"

"Unfold—'The world is as I wish!'"

boom--!!!

It wasn't an explosion, but rather that the world's "texture" was forcibly replaced with this body as the center.

The original mirror image of Washington, D.C. has disappeared.

Instead, there was a huge city with a dim yellow hue and the smell of coal smoke and engine oil in the air.

The area is filled with tall buildings, yet it exudes a depressing grayness.

Vintage cars from the 1930s drive along the streets, while factory chimneys in the distance spew black smoke day and night. Newsboys wave extra editions with the words "Stock Market Crash" on them at street corners.

Realistic Marble - EX Rank Anti-Marble Noble Phantasm.

This was Roosevelt's "ideal state," and also America in the turbulent yet ambitious 1930s.

"What's going on? My magic...?"

Li Bai's expression changed slightly.

The moment the barrier took shape, he felt his magic power draining away like a bucket with a hole in it.

It's not that they're being sucked away, but rather that they're being "exploited."

In this world, even breathing air requires paying a hefty "tax".

Noble Phantasm Effect: [Great Depression].

All hostile units will have all their attributes forcibly reduced, their mana regeneration speed reduced to zero, and 2% of their current total mana will be deducted per second.

Meanwhile, Evan Cross, standing next to Roosevelt, was undergoing a startling transformation.

The gruesome sword wounds on his body healed at a visible speed under the shroud of a pale green light.

That obsolete modern tactical equipment was quickly dismantled and reconstructed by the rules of the world.

A few seconds later.

A cool-looking man wearing a black double-breasted trench coat, a wide-brimmed hat, and holding a Chicago typewriter (Thomson submachine gun) appeared on the spot.

Noble Phantasm Effect: [Restoration].

Friendly units receive continuous healing, and their equipment automatically adapts to the era and gains "concept enhancement".

"Welcome to my home turf."

Roosevelt stood at the end of a wide Wall Street financial avenue, with the towering Federal Reserve Bank building behind him.

He straightened his tie and stared at Li Bai with indifferent eyes, as if looking at a speculator on the verge of bankruptcy.

"Here, I am the president, and I am the law."

Roosevelt raised his right hand and pointed his index finger at Li Bai from a distance.

"The first law: Prohibit the large-scale circulation of magic without the authorization of the Federal Reserve."

hum!

Just as Li Bai was about to swing his sword, he found that the Green Lotus Sword in his hand was as heavy as if it were filled with lead.

The sword energy that was originally free to use was now locked inside his body and could not be released at all.

"Tch, is this how Westerners treat their guests? So many rules."

Li Bai spat, forcefully gathering his breath, attempting to break free from his restraints.

But Roosevelt did not give him a chance.

"The ruling states that the visitor from the East not only illegally possessed a controlled knife, but is also suspected of 'dumping' cheap and dangerous sword energy into the country, seriously disrupting market order."

Roosevelt's voice was cold and ruthless, devoid of any warmth.

"Verdict: Trade protection legislation is activated. Effective immediately, the target's magical output power will be forcibly reduced by 90%!"

As soon as he finished speaking, countless yellowed pages of the bill fell from the sky, wrapping around the Azure Lotus Sword like chains.

The sword light that Li Bai was so proud of instantly dimmed from a dazzling sun into a candle that could be extinguished at any moment.

"That's possible?!"

Li Bai's eyes widened; he had never fought such a frustrating battle in his life.

This isn't a fight; it's clearly using administrative orders to assault people!

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield.

The space of the inherent boundary is cleverly divided.

Zhang Ruoxu discovered that he was not with Li Bai, but had been transported to this dark, damp alleyway filled with the stench of rotting garbage.

On both sides are red brick walls covered with moss, and above is a sliver of dim yellow sky.

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat—! ! !

Without any opening remarks, the silence of the alley was instantly shattered by a barrage of gunfire.

Evan Cross, or rather, "Federal Agent" Evan, pulled the trigger of his Thompson submachine gun with a blank expression.

The guns spewed long tongues of fire, but with the blessing of the "New Policy," they no longer fired ordinary lead bullets, but magical bullets wrapped in the inscription of "Order."

Bang bang bang!

Zhang Ruoxu's feet moved with the steps of Yu, leaving afterimages in the narrow alley.

However, in such a confined space, facing the high rate of fire of 800 rounds per minute, even the Taoist masters seemed to be struggling to cope.

The shield formed by the Golden Light Mantra trembled violently under the onslaught of bullets, sparks flying everywhere.

"Damn it... This place has cut me off from the connection between heaven and earth."

Zhang Ruoxu's expression was solemn.

Taoist arts emphasize borrowing the power of heaven and earth, but in Roosevelt's inherent realm, "heaven and earth" was Roosevelt himself, and he could not borrow any power at all.

Even the magical passage he shared with Li Bai was greatly obstructed, and the protective golden light he cast was constantly being "taxed" by the rules here, becoming weaker and weaker.