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

The starry sky is shattered.

The "temple of science" built by Sir Isaac Newton, after fulfilling its mission, quickly peeled away and vanished like a shattered piece of stained glass.

The corrupt landscape of the real world has re-emerged.

Isaac Newton gasped for breath, kneeling on one knee, his cracked triangular cane digging deep into the earth, barely supporting his body.

The immense magical infusion from the Command Seal has receded, leaving only a profound sense of weakness, as if the Spirit Origin has been emptied.

On the other side, Li Bai was in a similar situation.

Neither of them spoke; they were both quickly adjusting their breathing.

……

The real world.

After several minutes of dead silence, billions of viewers watching the live broadcast around the world erupted in cheers like a landslide.

"They won! They won!"

"Long live Sir Isaac Newton!"

"The Poet Immortal is awesome! This is a true battle of gods!"

......

The boulder weighing on the hearts of all humanity seems to have finally been loosened a little.

In the command centers of the major powers, the generals and dignitaries breathed a long sigh of relief, their tense nerves easing for a moment.

However, in this brief celebration after surviving the catastrophe...

Mutation and regeneration.

In the mirror image of New Delhi, atop the colossal white bone pillar that connects heaven and earth, the abyss eye, with a diameter exceeding one thousand meters, slowly rotates.

It no longer gazes at the mirrored Tokyo Bay.

The enormous, distorted pupil refocused on the two figures below, who appeared as insignificant as ants on the battlefield.

An overwhelming pressure, far exceeding any previous one, even penetrated the live broadcast signal and overflowed from the screen.

The global cheers came to an abrupt halt.

It felt as if everyone's heart was being gripped by an invisible hand, making it difficult to even breathe.

The eye of the abyss slowly closed.

At the very moment its eyelids closed, the massive white bone pillar supporting the entire decaying world below emitted a dense cracking sound from within.

Click... Click, click!

Countless black cracks spread across the surface of the bone pillar like lightning.

The next second, it collapsed with a crash.

That colossal tower that once symbolized despair and destruction was reduced to billions of tons of bone dust and fragments, which poured down onto the earth.

On the battlefield, all the black mud residue that had been shattered by meteorites and purified by the Buddha's light seemed to receive some supreme summons at this moment.

They liquefied again, turning into billions of tiny black streams that defied gravity, rising and converging towards the center of the collapsed bone pillar.

The black liquid and white bone meal mingled, compressed, and recombined wildly there.

A blurry humanoid silhouette slowly rose up from the singularity where energy and matter collapsed.

That silhouette is breathing.

With each inhalation, a massive amount of black mud and bone meal is drawn into the body; with each exhalation, the surrounding space undergoes a subtle fold.

Gradually, the outline became clearer.

He was a young man.

He had Arjuna's basic features, handsome yet aloof.

However, his body was covered with a layer of black fluid patterns that flowed slowly like a living thing, and his eyes had no pupils, only two eternally burning data gibberish.

He was shirtless, his lower body was made of black mud, and he carried no weapons.

He simply stood there quietly, looking around, like a newborn baby curiously observing this new world and adapting to this new body.

Newton's face turned extremely ugly.

The triangular mirror at the top of his cane was flashing wildly, and the data streams it fed back were a jumbled mess.

"Time flow...abnormal, gravitational constant...is fluctuating erratically at a frequency of three thousand times per second, spatial curvature...damn it! The physical laws of this region are collapsing!"

His computational model, the edifice of rationality upon which he relied, completely failed in the face of this human form.

The humanoid figure fixed its gaze on Newton.

He spoke.

The sound did not originate from the vocal cords, but was synthesized from the wails and screams of millions of people, distorted by some bizarre algorithm, resulting in an electronic harmony.

"Your universe has been riddled with logical fallacies since its inception."

The voice just fell.

The gravitational field around Newton instantly became disordered.

The ground beneath his feet, which was as hard as iron one millisecond ago, suddenly became as heavy as lead and mercury the next, gripping his knees tightly.

In the next millisecond, he became as light as a feather, causing him to float upwards uncontrollably.

This random and unpredictable switching of rules is more deadly than any direct attack.

The "original sin body" reshaped by black mud and bone meal did not continue to attack Newton.

It simply raised its hand and made a light stroke towards the void in front of it.

A black crack appeared out of nowhere.

There was no spatial turbulence or energy storm within that crack; there was only pure, absolute "nothingness."

Newton was horrified to discover that the other party was not tearing space apart.

He is in the "definition" space.

He created a line out of thin air that "did not exist in space".

This is a complete subversion of fundamental axioms, like drawing a line on a blank sheet of paper that implies the paper does not exist.

Newton attempted to use his inherent skill—mathematical principles—to analyze the other party's behavior.

But what his brain received was a series of endless logical paradoxes.

"If A equals non-A, then the entropy of the universe will approach negative infinity..."

A massive stream of invalid data, like a flood bursting its banks, assaulted his spiritual foundation.

Newton's temples were bulging with veins, and the intense headache nearly made him faint.

The original sin body aimed that crack of "nothingness" at the immobile Newton.

Wherever the crack passes, matter, energy, light, and even concepts themselves vanish, reduced to absolute nothingness.

This is an indefensible act of annihilation.

At this critical moment.

A flash of blue light appeared.

Li Bai threw the Green Lotus Sword in his hand.

The sword carries a pure and ultimate sense of "severing".

The Azure Lotus Sword did not collide with the black crack.

It silently glided past just an inch in front of the crack.

It severed the causal link between the "crack" and the "original sin body".

The black crack, having lost its source and the premise of being "created," vanished instantly into the air.

Having failed in his attack, the Original Sin Body turned its attention to Li Bai.

Black mud surged again in its empty right palm.

In just one second, a black longsword exactly like the Azure Lotus Sword materialized in its hand.

It assumed a starting stance.

It is precisely Li Bai's "Kill one man in ten steps, leave no trace for a thousand miles".

The sword intent was equally sharp and equally deadly.

But unlike Li Bai's free and unrestrained style, its sword intent contains only absolute coldness and deathly stillness. It is an ultimate algorithm stripped of all emotions, solely for the pursuit of the most efficient killing.

The entity of original sin addressed Li Bai in a synthesized voice devoid of any emotion:

"Poetry is an inefficient and redundant algorithm for conveying emotions."

"Now, let's demonstrate a superior logic."

Before he could finish speaking...

Its form vanished from the spot.

In the next instant, it appeared in front of Li Bai and thrust out a sword.

The words "kill one man in ten steps" no longer surround the sword.

Instead, it is a stream of black data composed of negative concepts such as "death," "end," "nothingness," and "entropy."

Li Bai's pupils contracted as he recalled the Azure Lotus Sword and parried the attack horizontally.

clang--!!!

Two longswords of the same origin but different qualities collided heavily.

The immense force sent Li Bai flying a hundred meters away.

While he was in mid-air, his hand was completely ripped open, and blood was flowing wildly down the hilt of the sword.

This newly born monster...

In terms of strength, they completely overwhelmed him!