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

Jiang Ming quickly moved his fingers through the air, zooming in on the source of the error—Mirror New Delhi.

But the scene that appeared before him now made the creator frown.

From an altitude of 30,000 meters, the entire New Delhi area looks like a piece of skin that has been splashed with concentrated sulfuric acid, presenting a nauseating charred black color.

But these are not ordinary burn marks; the black color is "alive."

It resembles a pool of oil with a breathing rhythm, or some kind of mold that is multiplying wildly, covering an area of ​​nearly 100 kilometers.

Everything that came into contact with this black substance—whether it was hard reinforced concrete, the remaining vitrified earth, or even the air and light flowing in that area—lost its original physical properties the instant it touched them, and was assimilated into that viscous, lifeless black liquid.

At the heart of this vast, black decay, where the Ganges River once flowed, now stands a throne made of stark white bones.

Arjuna was sitting on his throne at that moment.

He had his eyes closed.

The black hole that had shocked the world during the live broadcast had not disappeared; instead, it hovered behind his head like a black corona, spinning silently.

With each rotation, it forcibly tears off a large chunk of matter from the surrounding space, chews and digests it, and then transforms it into the ever-expanding black pus.

Jiang Ming squinted and tapped his fingers lightly on the virtual keyboard, bringing up the dynamic monitoring scale.

Two red auxiliary lines instantly appeared on the map of New Delhi.

The calculation results are generated almost instantly:

[Pollution zone expansion rate: 5.1 km/h (constant)]

[Estimated coverage time in the Ganges Plain: 48 hours]

[Estimated time for the entire South Asian subcontinent to be submerged: 12 days]

"Cancer cells...?"

Jiang Ming muttered to himself.

That's not a good analogy.

In an absolutely sterile, code-driven digital world, such irrational biological proliferation is nothing short of a desecration of procedural justice.

"System, initiate partial rollback."

Jiang Ming was too lazy to investigate the cause of this thing. As a GM, the simplest way to deal with such a serious bug was to rewind the timeline of this area a little, or simply dig up the map and redo it.

"Use the coordinates (X:77.2, Y:28.6) of the New Delhi area as the center, and forcibly restore all data within a radius of 200 kilometers to the 'pre-war' state."

The instruction has been issued.

A pure white beam of light, symbolizing "supreme authority," descended from the high-dimensional control center under the system's control, striking directly at the black lesion.

That's the eraser of the world's rules.

With a single wipe, let alone the mess made by a mere heroic spirit, even if half of the Earth were blown up, Jiang Ming could restore it to its original state in the next second.

however.

Just as the white light was about to touch the black liquid surface.

Om-!

Arjuna, who had been sitting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.

Those are neither human eyes nor the eyes of gods.

Those were eyes that were only murky, chaotic, and filled with countless overlapping jumbled characters.

He seemed to have transcended the barriers of dimensions, seeing the lofty "operator" through the screen.

next second.

The white beam of light, representing GM privileges, actually stopped in mid-air.

It's like an eraser hitting an extremely stubborn piece of paint; not only can it not be removed, but it also stains the eraser itself black.

A strange ripple spread across the black, liquid surface, and it actually climbed upwards along the white light, attempting to analyze and even devour this power from a higher dimension!

[Warning! Operation failed!]

Permission request denied.

Error code: 403 Forbidden.

[Reason: The target region is locked by a high-priority rule, preventing external overwriting.]

The system's red pop-up windows covered Jiang Ming's face like snowflakes.

Jiang Ming's finger stopped in mid-air.

At this moment, the behind-the-scenes director who had always manipulated the entire world finally showed a hint of surprise on his face, which then turned into an extremely dangerous sneer.

"reject?"

"I am the creator of this world, how dare you refuse my visit?"

This is like a landlord going to open their own door with a key, only to find that the tenants inside have not only changed the locks, but also put up a sign on the door saying "Private area, no unauthorized personnel allowed".

interesting.

This NPC, designed to please the audience, seems to have undergone some remarkable changes.

"Since macro-level operations aren't working, let's look at the grassroots level."

Without any hesitation, Jiang Ming's consciousness instantly sank as his mind moved.

The feeling was like jumping into water from a height of 10,000 meters.

The surrounding material world began to disintegrate and peel away. Skyscrapers turned into lines, the earth into blocks of color, and finally even light and shadow disappeared.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Ming had arrived at the source of the "Mirror World"—the Law Layer.

There is no sky or earth here, only an ocean woven from endless streams of light.

Each stream of light represents a fundamental law that supports the operation of this world.

The thick, pillar-like silver light stream represents gravity; the ceaseless, river-like golden ribbon represents the passage of time; and the countless fine lines, like capillaries, represent thermodynamics, electromagnetism, and chemical bonds…

This is a perfect, precise, and absolutely rational system.

Until Jiang Ming's gaze locked onto a certain corner.

In that originally pure sea of ​​light, a blackish-red "blood vessel" exuding a foul stench stood out out of place.

Unlike other laws, it is not smooth and regular, but rather like a parasitic vine covered with barbs, tightly wrapped around the two main laws of [matter cycle] and [conservation of energy].

It is greedily absorbing the nutrients from these two main laws, and gradually injecting its black toxins into the entire law network.

Jiang Ming floated above this sea of ​​light, reached out his hand, grabbed a data sample of the "black and red blood vessel" from the void, and analyzed it in front of him.

A flood of complex information exploded in his mind in an instant.

Source analysis complete.

[Component 1: Concept - Devouring All Sin (Source: Arjuna's Noble Phantasm)]

[Component Two: Concept - Innocent Monster (Source: Vlad III - Devoured Remains)]

[Core driving logic: self-proving and infinite proliferation.]

Looking at the analysis results, Jiang Ming understood.

It turned out to be the case.

This is what is known as "raising a gu".

Arjuna wanted to "purify" everything.

Dracula himself is the one who "curses" everything.

When these two absolutely opposing concepts are forcibly merged within a single spirit origin, they achieve an extremely bizarre logical loop—

Because the world is full of sin (Dracula's perspective), it must be devoured (Arjuna's perspective), and the process of devouring itself creates new sins (Dracula), so the devouring can never stop (Arjuna).

This is the essence of that "rule virus".