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

Mirror world, Tokyo Bay.

The US Navy's nuclear-powered aircraft carrier USS Gerald R. Ford sits silently on the sea like a moving island of death.

On the deck, F-35C Lightning II fighter jets, loaded with live ammunition, were densely packed together, and the steam from the catapults drew pale white trails in the cold, silent air.

Not far away, China's Type 003 Fujian warship stands majestically, its three electromagnetic catapult tracks gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light. The escorting Type 055 destroyers stand like guards with swords, their 112-cell vertical launch system like fangs ready to tear the sky apart at any moment.

Beneath the surface, the Russian Borei-class nuclear submarines cruise silently like giant whales in the deep sea, the low-frequency pulses emitted by their sonars being their only breath in this desolate world.

On land, the Daejeon district has been leveled and replaced by a modern, angular war machine.

豹2A7、M1A2、99A主战坦克构成了钢铁长城，防空飞弹阵地的雷达疯狂旋转，将整片天空织入火控网格。

This is an ultimate gathering that transcends national borders and ideologies.

Humanity has unleashed its most ferocious and powerful claws on this alien land.

In this extremely somber atmosphere, a golden light, sharp enough to burn the retina, pierced through the low-hanging leaden clouds without warning.

Joan of Arc, dressed in a white and gold battle dress, hovered abruptly above the "black hemisphere" door.

The camera zoomed in instantly during the global live broadcast.

Joan of Arc slowly opened her unarmored right hand, palm up, making a lifting motion.

hum!

The space seemed to groan in despair, unable to bear the weight any longer.

The "True Holy Grail," which had once been glimpsed briefly above the Potala Palace and contained within it the birth and death of countless stars, emerged from the void in her palm.

It was originally only the size of a wine glass, but the moment it appeared, everyone could feel a chill emanating from the depths of their souls.

That wasn't greed for divine artifacts, but rather the instinctive fear of lower-dimensional beings facing the nascent form of a higher-dimensional universe.

The Holy Grail slowly rose into the air, and with each meter it ascended, its radiance softened.

When it finally came to rest at a height of a thousand meters, the originally dark and oppressive mirror image of Tokyo was coated with a layer of dreamlike starlight.

Looking up, it was not a cup at all, but a compressed and folded galaxy, hanging high above the heads of mankind.

"This object is the coordinate."

Joan of Arc's voice did not vibrate through the air, but exploded directly in the minds of hundreds of thousands of soldiers below and everyone in the command post.

"It will guide us back home and is the cornerstone of human survival."

"Before the calamity ends, any attempt to touch, analyze, or utilize this thing will be considered a betrayal."

"I will make the judgment myself."

As soon as the words were spoken, a platinum halo exploded from the Holy Grail, instantly sweeping across the entire Tokyo.

At that moment, all electronic devices displayed a "warning" red box, indicating a lock from a higher-level device.

Inside the joint command center, several agents from major powers, who had been eyeing each other with gleaming eyes and plotting how to take advantage of the chaos to obtain some "samples," suddenly felt a chill run down their spines, as if an invisible guillotine was pressed against their throats. Their little schemes were instantly extinguished by cold sweat.

Just as the entire audience was stunned into silence by Joan of Arc, two piercing sonic booms suddenly echoed from the horizon.

That's the roar produced when an object breaks the sound barrier several times over!

"Enemy attack?!"

Before the air raid siren even sounded, two streaks of light, like falling meteors, crashed heavily onto the plaza in front of the joint command post, carrying with them lingering smoke and the smell of burning.

"Boom!"

Smoke and dust rose, and gravel flew everywhere.

As the smoke cleared, the two figures that were revealed brought a sigh of relief to all the tense soldiers, but what followed was a profound shock.

Li Bai's once flowing blue robe was now riddled with holes, the hem uneven as if corroded by strong acid. His ever-present Azure Lotus Sword, though still gleaming coldly, was trembling slightly and emitting a low hum.

Beside him, Sir Isaac Newton looked somewhat disheveled.

His elegant scholar's robe was now wrinkled, and his prized silver wig was slightly askew.

Li Bai casually brushed the dust off his clothes, untied the empty wine gourd from his waist and shook it, looking utterly disgusted. "This isn't fighting a war, it's like wrestling with a piece of rotten flesh that can never be cut off. Disgusting, utterly disgusting."

Newton didn't speak, but simply pushed up his glasses, straightened his crooked wig, and stared intently at the command post door, muttering some complex nonlinear equations under his breath.

Five minutes later.

In the heart of the ruins in Daejeon District, a temporary joint command post for five countries was set up, housing the highest-level operational conference room.

Seated around the long conference table were not only the battle-hardened generals of the five major powers, but also Jiang Ming (mirror image 1), Zhang Ruoxu, Fu Ningna, and Joan of Arc, Li Bai, and Newton, who had just returned to the team.

Jiang Ming (Mirror Image 1) sat at the head of the table. He looked at the room full of big shots and then broke the silence.

"Begin, Sir, tell us what's over there."

Newton took a deep breath and stood up.

*Zzzzz*... The huge tactical screen lit up.

But there were no adrenaline-pumping battle scenes, no high-definition close-ups of monsters, only a pitch-black background and a frantically jumping, dense stream of green data.

"This is an environmental sample model I collected a kilometer outside of New Delhi." Newton's voice was hoarse, yet carried an undeniable authority. "Please look at the third line of parameters; those are the local values ​​for the second law of thermodynamics."

An American admiral frowned: "Doctor, we are soldiers, please speak plainly. How many enemies are there? What kind of equipment? Where are their weaknesses? We need specific strike coordinates!"

Newton gave him a cold glance, the look of a top student looking at a mediocre student, filled with undisguised contempt.

In layman's terms, it's a breeding ground for monsters of negative entropy.

Newton swiped his finger through the air, and the data on the screen instantly reassembled, constructing a chilling three-dimensional model.

It was an irregularly shaped sphere that was constantly writhing, devouring all the surrounding matter and multiplying outwards in a way that violated the law of conservation of energy.

"Let's call what we've encountered 'black mud' for now," Newton said rapidly. "They don't have a fixed form; they can be liquid, solid, or even gas. Using conventional kinetic weapons against them is like punching water—completely pointless."

"The most fatal thing is..."

Newton pulled up a set of waveforms and pointed to the two curves that almost completely overlapped.

"This is the energy output spectrum of Li and me, and the one below is the spectrum of those monsters at 4 minutes and 12 seconds after the start of the battle."

The meeting room was deathly silent. Even a military officer who didn't understand technology could tell what those two curves meant.

Total overlap.

"They are learning."

Li Bai, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke. He toyed with the empty wine jug in his hand, his tone calm yet chilling, "At first, they merely imitated our movements, clumsy and stiff, like a baby just learning to walk, but after only a few hundred moves..."

Li Bai suddenly looked up, a chilling glint flashing in his eyes.

"They've learned my sword intent, not just the fancy moves, but the true essence, the spirit of 'severing'..."

Gasps of shock rose and fell.

It can absorb energy, is immune to physical attacks, and can also analyze and copy enemy skills in real time.

How can we beat this? This is an unsolvable bug!