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

Whoosh!

Around the Fujian aircraft carrier, three huge black shadows broke through the water.

No longer as imposing as when they first appeared, the three-headed deep-sea familiar now looked extremely disheveled.

The giant octopus Lord Uther's once smooth purple skin was now riddled with pits corroded by abyssal energy, and several tentacles hung limply in the water, only instinctively protecting the central platform.

Miss Shebeleta, the armored giant crab, had lost one of her proud giant claws. She used her broad back as the only platform to support the petite figure.

Lady Hevima hovered beside her, and what she exhaled was no longer healing foam, but a faint sound wave mixed with a mournful cry.

They are crying.

The three giant beasts were shrinking at a visible rate. Their power came from their contract with their master, and at this moment, on the other end of the contract, the flame of life was flickering.

On the crab's back, Funina lay quietly, unconscious.

The gruesome wound on his right shoulder was so deep that the bone was visible.

The most terrifying thing was not the trauma itself, but the black data streams clinging to the edges of the wound. Like a swarm of greedy maggots, they were frantically gnawing at her spirit core, trying to completely transform this water goddess into a part of the abyss.

High in the sky.

The true Holy Grail, flowing with billions of stars, has now become a bizarre shape, half holy and half filthy.

The purplish-black abyss patterns, like ferocious blood vessels, have already invaded nearly half of the cup's surface and are still relentlessly expanding towards the last piece of pure land.

The sky was filled with an enormous, blood-red countdown clock.

【08: 47】

【08: 46】

Each heartbeat is like the death knell, striking the hearts of seven billion people in the real world.

After taking over some of the Holy Grail's authority, the original sin entity immediately established its own "divine realm" within a hundred meters of the Holy Grail.

In this field, the laws of physics have become a joke that can be arbitrarily distorted.

The real world is eerily silent.

In front of countless large screens in New York's Times Square, London's Trafalgar Square, and Beijing's Wangfujing, people who once cheered for the arrival of the savior are now all silent.

Despair, like a dark cloud over Tokyo Bay, hangs over everyone's heart.

When the most powerful weapons fail, when the last hope is contaminated, what can humanity do?

There seems to be no other way but to wait for the blood-red countdown to reach zero.

……

Icy.

Bone-chilling cold.

Funina's consciousness struggled to emerge from the chaotic darkness.

Her eyelids felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead; she used all her strength to barely open them a crack.

Through the blurred vision, there were three huge eyes filled with anxiety and sorrow.

Uther... Hevima... and Shabelida...

How come you... have shrunk...?

She tried to speak, but only a meaningless "hoho" sound came from her throat.

The gaze slowly moved.

She saw the distant, frozen black tide of beasts, and the lone figure facing the sky on the sea. Finally, her gaze settled on the huge, cold, and merciless blood-red countdown clock in the sky.

What happened...?

Didn't I... win?

Just then, a faint yet incredibly clear system notification sounded from the depths of her nearly collapsing consciousness.

[The Wish Agreement connection remains unbroken...]

[The final winner's privileges have been confirmed...]

Please state your wish.

desire?

Fu Ningna's unfocused pupils refocused for a moment because of those two words.

Yes, the Holy Grail.

If you make a wish to the Holy Grail, everything will be alright.

Let the abyss return to where it belongs, let the dead rise again, and let this damned war end forever...

Her fingertips trembled slightly; her survival instinct urged her on: Quick, give the order.

However, when her gaze returned to the sky and she saw the Holy Grail, now stained with purplish-black patterns and utterly hideous, her will to survive was instantly replaced by an even stronger one.

That's... disgust.

An extreme loathing that comes from the depths of one's soul.

It's like a perfectionist artist seeing their most prized work splashed with a bucket of dirty paint.

She didn't look at the gruesome wound on her shoulder.

He also ignored the system notifications that kept urging him in his mind.

She simply watched quietly, watching the ugly monster that was devouring stars and altering reality. In those heterochromatic pupils, all the confusion, fear, and weakness vanished at that moment.

Instead, there was an unprecedented clarity and resolve.

On the stage of Fontainebleau, she played the role of a god for five hundred years, staging a grand play that deceived the whole world and even herself.

That scene was about saving lives.

The scene before us was filled with violence, death, and disgusting malice from beginning to end.

It shouldn't have ended like this.

Funina did not make a sound.

She was simply using the last bit of authority belonging to the "victor" deep within her own consciousness to issue the final, and only, command.

next second.

High in the sky, the true Holy Grail, which was being frantically eroded by the original sin, suddenly trembled!

The expansion of those purplish-black lines on the surface of the cup came to an abrupt halt.

Inside the Holy Grail, in that miniature universe, all the moving stars and flowing galaxies, at the same moment, defied all the laws of physics and came to a complete standstill.

Time seemed to stand still.

For the first time, the arrogant electronic synthesized voice of the Original Sin Entity fluctuated violently. It was a shriek mixed with garbled data, filled with astonishment and incomprehensible rage.

"Idiot! What are you doing?!"

It couldn't understand it.

It cannot understand.

In the logic of the abyss, the victor should exercise the power of the victor; the law of the jungle is a matter of course.

Why would this woman, who was clearly driven to the brink of despair and whose spiritual foundation was almost completely corrupted, destroy the supreme authority?

On the crab's back, Funina did not answer its question.

She managed a weak, yet incredibly relieved smile.

A single, glistening tear slid down her pale cheek and dripped into the cold seawater beneath her, without causing the slightest ripple.

She spoke a line in a barely audible voice, a line that only she could hear.

"Me..."

"I hate performances that can't end perfectly the most."

The moment the words fell.

High in the sky, the interior of the true Holy Grail is frozen in time.

The core that served as the prototype of the universe, known as the "singularity of creation".

A tiny, yet perfectly clear, crack appeared out of nowhere.

Then came the second, the third...

Like a spider web, it quickly spread to the core of the entire singularity.

Click.

A shattering sound, not existing on the physical plane, resounded throughout the entire mirror world, announcing that an unprecedented "self-destruction" was about to begin.