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

[Countdown to the complete birth of the "Beast": 17 hours and 45 minutes]

"Commander-in-Chief."

A operations staff officer from China strode over to Jiang Ming's mirror image number one and lowered his voice, "The experts from the Five Permanent Members Joint Technical Team have arrived and are waiting for you in conference room number three."

Meeting Room No. 3

This place brings together the top aerospace engineers and strategic scientists from five major countries. Any one of them would be a national treasure in the real world, yet at this moment, they all have solemn expressions, bloodshot eyes, and undisguised fatigue.

When Jiang Ming's Mirror Image No. 1 walked in, no one stood up; everyone's attention was focused on the huge 3D model in the center of the conference room.

"Commander-in-Chief, let's skip the formalities."

The chief expert of the US, an elderly man with gray hair, pointed to the complex model floating in the air.

That's a reconstruction of the Tanegashima Space Launch Center in the mirror world of Japan.

The massive launch tower, fuel storage tanks, transfer tracks...

At this moment, more than 90 percent of the structure on the model is marked with glaring red warning signs that indicate "severe damage" or "functional failure".

"We have just completed a comprehensive exploration and assessment of the launch center."

"The engineering corps concluded that even if we assembled experts and equipment from all relevant fields in the five countries and carried out 24-hour continuous construction, completing the ground assembly, vertical transport, full system pressure testing, and final fuel loading of a heavy-lift launch vehicle would be extremely difficult..."

"Even the most optimistic estimate is that it will take ninety-six hours."

Ninety-six hours.

This number was like a silent bomb, exploding in the hearts of all the officers in the conference room.

Ninety-six hours is more than four times the time required for the "beast" to be fully born.

This means that by the time they get the rockets up and running, the whole world may have already been swallowed up by that pile of rotten flesh.

"Moreover, this is based on a premise that only God can guarantee."

"That is, the physical constants, material stresses, and chemical reaction rates of the mirror world must be completely consistent with those of the real world. If there is even a difference of one ten-thousandth in the parameters, this rocket carrying our hopes will turn into the most expensive firework in human history on the launch pad."

The final conclusion was presented to everyone in the form of a brief report.

Before the "Beasts" are fully formed, rely on existing technology to establish a satellite communication and reconnaissance network covering the war zone...

[Feasibility with existing technology: 0%]

The report has been read.

A long, suffocating silence fell over the meeting room.

Jiang Mingjing remained silent, simply looking at the report.

A few minutes later, he suddenly spoke, breaking the suffocating atmosphere.

"If I could directly deploy the satellites you need into the designated orbits..."

"How long will it take you to activate them and get them working?"

In an instant, all the scientists in the room were stunned.

Their minds seemed to be forcibly formatted by this completely illogical statement, resulting in a blank for several seconds.

Directly...drop it into orbit?

What does this mean? Does it mean to throw it up with your hand?

China's chief aerospace expert was the first to recover from the shock.

As a pure scientist, his brain had instinctively skipped the impossible step of "how to launch" and went straight into the process of "after entering orbit".

Countless data streams, signal protocols, and activation commands flashed wildly through his mind.

"If! If the satellite can enter its designated orbit intact and precisely... we don't need to ignite it, we don't need to change its orbit, we only need to perform signal calibration, link establishment, and activate the interaction protocol between the ground station and the onboard system..."

"At most thirty minutes!"

"very good."

Jiang Ming nodded to Image Number One, then slowly stood up and looked around at the representatives of the five countries who were still in a daze.

"Notify the real world."

"Transport all the communication satellites and reconnaissance satellites that need to be launched into the 'door' within thirty minutes."

After saying that, he turned around and prepared to leave the conference room, leaving behind a room full of top-notch brains that were almost overwhelmed by the massive amount of information.

.....

The order was transmitted back to the real world, causing a huge uproar.

Although no one knows what's wrong with that "Commander-in-Chief Jiang Ming," the five permanent members of the UN Security Council are now desperate and willing to try anything—as long as you want it, as long as I have it.

Outside Tokyo Bay, the dormant steel fleet instantly came to life.

The piercing alarm shattered the sky.

On the deck of the USS Ford, ground crew frantically attached specially made transport pods to C2 Greyhound transport aircraft.

Not far away, the Zubr-class hovercraft of the Chinese fleet roared deafeningly, its huge fans stirring up towering waves, like a raging beast, as it crashed onto the docks of Yokohama Port.

Countless engineering vehicles and heavy trucks, carrying the sophisticated instruments that would normally take months to prepare for launch, filed in through the deep entrance of the "black hemisphere".

[Countdown to the complete birth of the "Beast": 17 hours and 10 minutes]

Mirror world, Ota Ward, Tokyo.

A huge open space, the size of more than a dozen football fields, was cleared overnight by dozens of Type 99A main battle tanks and M1A2 tanks.

Dozens of satellites of varying sizes and shapes were carefully unloaded from the transport vehicle.

All soldiers, all experts, and all engineers retreated to a safe distance of several kilometers.

At the end of everyone's sight.

The young figure, Jiang Ming Mirror Number One, the commander-in-chief of the Human Union Expeditionary Force, was walking alone with his hands in his pockets towards the pile of cold steel artifacts.

What is he going to do?

Nobody knows.

But everyone held their breath, deliberately suppressing their heartbeats, for fear of missing what might happen next—a scene that could overturn human understanding.

Jiang Mingjing Mirror Number One stopped and calmly raised his right hand, palm down, pressing it lightly into the air.

"Time to get out and work."

He said it to himself.

There was no sound.

But the shadow beneath his feet, which was originally just a flat black patch stretched by the searchlight, suddenly came to life.

It no longer follows the principles of optics, but is like thick ink dripped into clear water, or like a pot of boiling asphalt, beginning to violently churn and boil.

Glug, glug.

Although there was no sound, everyone present automatically imagined the sound of that viscous liquid bubbling.

Darkness is spreading.

In the blink of an eye, the shadow expanded wildly outwards from Jiang Ming as its center.

One hundred meters, five hundred meters, one thousand meters...