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

The moment the order was issued, dozens of satellites in the mirror geosynchronous orbit transmitted the command as invisible radio waves precisely to every corner of the mirror Tokyo defense line.

The silent steel behemoth has awakened.

Along the Tokyo Bay coast, thousands of heavy artillery pieces slowly raised their muzzles along a circular defensive line stretching for tens of kilometers.

The automatic loader emitted a dull mechanical sound as high-explosive shells, each weighing over 100 kilograms, were fed into the gun barrel.

Inside the artillery position, soldiers in heavy protective suits silently checked the final firing data, the cold numbers constantly updating on the tactical tablets in front of them.

Further back on the battlefield, hundreds of "Tornado" multiple rocket launcher systems lifted the camouflage netting, their densely packed launch tubes aimed at the western sky, the direction from which the beast tide was about to arrive.

The tank formation roared deafeningly, black diesel exhaust billowing from its pipes and coalescing into a gloomy cloud.

The turrets of the Type 99A main battle tank and the M1A2 tank slowly rotated, and under the command of their respective commanders, they entered the preset firing positions, forming a well-organized steel Great Wall.

In the trenches and bunkers at the forefront, hundreds of thousands of soldiers from the five major powers were enveloped in the final tranquility before the battle.

A young Marine from the United States leaned against a cold concrete bunker, turned on the tactical terminal on his wrist, and began recording what might be his last video message.

He forced a smile at the camera, saying that the food here was pretty good and his comrades were all nice, but he didn't mention the enemy he was about to face.

A soldier from the Russian Bear country was wiping his AK rifle with a rough cloth over and over again, his movements slow and focused, as if the cold steel was his only solace at that moment.

The Chinese soldiers were checking the power interfaces of their individual exoskeletons, patting each other's shoulder armor, offering no grand words, only the simplest instructions.

"Come back alive."

"The same to you."

In the real world, the images on all screens around the world that are still playing have been forcibly split into two parts.

The screen on the left displays a live satellite view of New Delhi.

That black area, representing the "abyss," is visibly writhing and expanding.

It devours the earth and assimilates the mountains and rivers. At the top of that towering bone pillar, the enormous eyeball moves with every movement, sending a chill down the spines of billions of people watching on the screen.

The screen on the right shows a view of Tokyo Bay.

The steel defenses, standing ready for battle, and the motionless soldiers, under the dim sky, created a poignant and tragic scene.

In the very center of the two images, a scarlet countdown is relentlessly ticking.

【14:59:17】

Television stations in various countries urgently interrupted their broadcasts with war situation analysis programs.

In America's CNN studio, a white-haired analyst with the title of "retired four-star general" swipes his finger across a huge touchscreen sandbox. The red arrow representing the beast horde has already submerged most of the virtual map.

"Our model has been run 370,000 times."

"There is only one conclusion: the Tokyo defense line, in theory, can hold out for seven hours after direct contact."

The host tried to salvage the situation by saying, "Seven hours! That's already quite remarkable; it means we've gained valuable time..."

"No." The general interrupted him directly, "Seven hours is the time it takes for us to empty all our conventional munitions, including bunker buster bombs, thermobaric bombs, and white phosphorus bombs."

He paused, then looked up at the camera.

"Based on the monster reproduction rate observed by satellite, their total number will not decrease at all after seven hours."

The world fell silent upon hearing this.

On the unseen internet, this doomsday scenario, broadcast globally, has already transformed into another kind of carnival.

A poorly made screenshot of a PowerPoint presentation has gone viral on various forums and social media platforms.

The title is: "Feasibility Analysis and Evaluation Report on the 'Abyss' Landing Operation and Our Countermeasures".

The creator is clearly a corporate slave driven crazy by the client, as the PPT style is extremely "professional".

Page 1: [Project Background] - We can't beat them, we really can't beat them.

Page 2: [SWOT Analysis]

Advantage (S): We have a large number of people.

Disadvantage (W): The enemy has more monsters and they don't cost money.

Opportunity (O): You can watch an epic movie before you die.

Threat (T): It's over after you finish reading it.

Page 3: [Risk Assessment] - Risk 100%, project deletion recommended.

The fourth and last page contained only four large characters accompanied by a "lying flat" dog emoji.

[Conclusion: I suggest you wash up and go to bed.]

This "doomsday PPT" spread like wildfire, and the hashtag #HumanityIsEnding# not only didn't decrease but actually increased in popularity, even being followed by a laughing-crying emoji.

"Hahaha, I can't take it anymore! Who made this picture? It's hellish!"

"My company leaders all said it was professional and asked if I could contact the author and send him an offer."

"Stop laughing, guys. I just checked the charts, and gold has broken through $3,000. It's the end of the world, and those sons of bitches on Wall Street are still making money!"

"So, all we can do now is grab a seat and gamble on whether those three heroes who went to raid our base can pull off a miracle?"

.....

Mirror world, Tokyo Bay.

On the bridge of the "Fujian," the flagship of the Human Union Expeditionary Force, China's aircraft carrier.

Jiang Ming, Zhang Ruoxu, and Fu Ningna, under the watchful eyes of dozens of high-ranking naval officers, ascended to the absolute center of this defensive line.

Through the massive bulletproof portholes, one can overlook the entire enormous combined fleet. The USS Ford, the USS Queen Elizabeth, and the French Charles de Gaulle, together with China's carrier battle group, form an unprecedented maritime fortress.

"The scenery is nice, but unfortunately... it'll be dirty soon."

Fu Ningna stood with her arms crossed at the highest point of the island superstructure on the Fujian aircraft carrier, the sea breeze blowing through her blue and white hair.

Her gaze swept past the busy soldiers on the deck and landed on the steel Great Wall composed of several giant ships, her tone carrying a hint of dramatic regret.

She took a deep breath, and the usual playfulness in her heterochromatic eyes was replaced by a resolute sharpness.

"Well then, before the show begins, it's time for my personal band and dancers to take the stage."

Funina walked to the edge of the aircraft carrier, and under the astonished and uncertain gazes of countless soldiers, she removed the three ornaments she was wearing.

That adorable octopus doll, that exquisite seahorse brooch, and that tiny crab pendant.

Without the slightest hesitation, she flicked her wrist, and the three small objects traced three parabolic arcs in the air before plummeting straight into the unfathomable blue sea below the aircraft carrier.

Three soft "plop" sounds, almost inaudible.