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

Bucharest Central Hospital.

The area has been completely surrounded by special forces, forming an impenetrable fortress.

Black armored vehicles blocked all entrances and exits, and the soldiers, armed to the teeth, had murderous eyes behind their masks.

Top floor, Intensive Care Unit (ICU).

Various life-sustaining instruments emitted monotonous and rapid "beep" sounds, and the wavy lines on the electrocardiogram monitor were so faint that they could straighten at any moment.

Wearing a sterile protective suit, August looked at the man on the hospital bed, who was almost unrecognizable, through the thick bulletproof glass.

Radu Petrescu.

The drunkard who used to be dead drunk in the slums is now covered in tubes.

His skin, exposed outside the blanket, had a sickly grayish-brown color, as if all life had been drained from it.

The most shocking thing was his right hand.

The back of his hand, which was originally marked with Command Seals, was now a patch of charred, mangled flesh.

Even the most advanced skin grafting surgery probably cannot erase this mark.

"doctor."

August turned his head and stared at the chief medical expert beside him. "Tell the truth."

The expert took off his glasses and wiped the sweat from his brow: "A miracle, a miracle that medicine cannot explain."

"His internal organs should have been in complete failure an hour ago, like the organs of an eighty-year-old man, but now... an unknown energy is maintaining his functions, albeit very weakly, and he has survived."

Alive.

This is enough.

August closed his eyes and drew a rather irregular cross on his chest.

As long as this person is alive, the "spark" left by Vlad III will not be extinguished.

"cough……"

A very soft cough suddenly came from inside the ward.

Radu stared blankly at the incandescent light bulb on the ceiling.

Memories flood back like a tide.

The black Ganges, the dissolving bones, and that final, resolute figure...

He moved his lips.

"I... lost."

There were no heart-wrenching cries, nor any relief at surviving a disaster.

He was simply stating a fact.

A gambler who bet his country, his dignity, and even his soul, only to lose everything in the end.

August walked to the bedside and looked at the man who was more than ten years younger than him.

"No."

August's deep, powerful voice echoed through the room, which reeked of disinfectant:

"You didn't lose."

Raju's eyes twitched, as if mocking the words of comfort.

"Look out the window."

August pointed to the light filtering through the gap in the curtains, "Right now, ten million people across the country are weeping for you and your servants."

"He fought to the very last moment; in that river where certain death lay, he still charged toward the gods."

"In this world, some victories are won through killing, like Arjuna, but some victories are won through backbone."

August leaned down, looking directly into Raju's lifeless eyes, and said, word by word:

"He is not a loser, he is a hero."

"And you are the hero's only witness."

Radu's body trembled violently.

Two streams of murky liquid slid down the corners of his eyes, disappeared into the pillow, and vanished.

……

The following morning, Bucharest.

This is a day that will be recorded in the annals of Romanian history.

As the first rays of sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone on the golden dome of the Parliament Palace, an official proclamation bearing the national emblem was simultaneously broadcast globally via national television, radio, and the internet.

[Romanian Government Announcement]

[In memory of Grand Duke Vlad III, Lancer, who bravely died defending the dignity of his nation at the "Gates".]

Starting today, flags will be flown at half-mast nationwide for three days in mourning.

We will hold a state funeral for him with the honors due to a head of state, and erect a permanent monument for him on the site of the old royal palace.

Heroes never die; the dragons of Wallachia sleep here forever.

This announcement did not include any condemnation of Arjuna, nor any political attack.

It is simply a pure and noble sorrow.

When the poignant melody of the national anthem, "Wake Up, Romanians," resounded over the city, countless people who had been in despair raised their heads again.

They lost the Holy Grail War.

But they rediscovered the long-lost national spirit.

......

Meanwhile, on the Internet.

#Newton's hand-made singularity#

#Li Bai's One Finger Destroyed the Nation's Fate#

#Arjuna devours Dracula#

Three vastly different topics, yet all equally mind-blowing, swept across the trending lists of all social media platforms worldwide with an irrational and violent force.

"Holy crap! The holy sword of physics really exists! Madara's Susanoo was crushed to pieces by Newton's gravity, which was ten thousand times stronger than his own!"

"Stop bragging, upstairs! My Chinese Poet Immortal is truly invincible! What state apparatus, what Four Freedoms? They're just a piece of paper in front of Venus! He could wipe them out with a single finger!"

"Shut up, all of you! Did you even see the last fight? That wasn't some god-like battle, it was monsters eating each other! Dracula was insane enough, but Arjuna was even crazier! He turned himself into the Athena Chulainn and forced it down his opponent's throat!"

Arguing, debating, yelling.

Countless keyboard warriors transformed into the most fanatical believers or the most steadfast defenders of the sun on this night, waging war in every corner of the online world for the heroes they supported.

The comment sections on various platforms were completely overrun.

[Selling blood pressure medication in the front row; after reading about Newton's creation of the gravitational singularity, my Ph.D. certificate in physics spontaneously combusted. —MIT Physics Professor]

[Can anyone tell me what exactly the concept of "Venus" that Li Bai ultimately liberated is? Why did Roosevelt's Reality Cove collapse directly? This doesn't conform to the law of conservation of energy! —Special Advisor to the Ninth Bureau of China]

[I just want to know, after absorbing Dracula, is that black Arjuna still considered a hero in Brahmanical mythology? What exactly is he now? —Anonymous forum 2ch in Japan]

Countless military experts, physicists, historians, and mythologists were kept awake all night by the bombardment of these three battles.

They started a live stream overnight, attempting to use all their knowledge to analyze these three battles that were completely beyond their comprehension.

An American influencer was showing footage of Evan Cross having his mana supply cut off by the "Three Talents Soul-Locking Array" during a live stream, yelling at the camera: "How are we supposed to fight this?! Our elite special forces soldier can't even touch the hem of the enemy Master's clothes! This isn't even a war on a different dimension!"

On the other hand, a Nobel Prize-winning physicist slowed down the footage of Newton's battle with Madara Uchiha, frame by frame.

When he saw Newton use the torrent of data from Gödel's incompleteness theorems to shatter the "infinite moonlight," this usually rigorous and austere scientific giant was so moved that he burst into tears and jumped up from his chair.

"A miracle! This is a miracle of logic triumphing over mysticism! It proves that the ultimate truth of the universe is still mathematics!"

When the live broadcast switched to the duel between Li Bai and Roosevelt, the entire Chinese internet was plunged into a strange "cultural climax".

Countless historians and experts in classical Chinese began to analyze Li Bai's poems word by word.

"The phrase 'A waterfall plunges three thousand feet' is not merely poetry; it's the power of words! It's a Taoist mantra that directly mobilizes the elements of heaven and earth!"

"And that last line, 'The sword is not a sword, the spirit is not spirit,' is clearly a variation of 'The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao' from the Tao Te Ching! The foundation of the poet Li Bai is the Tao!"

This nationwide, fervent analysis propelled the Holy Grail War to an unprecedented peak of fervor.