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

Rome, InterContinental Hotel penthouse suite.

The Burgundy liquid in the wine glass rippled slightly from the vibration. Jiang Ming leaned back in the leather sofa, his fingers tapping slowly on his knees.

In front of the retina, two holographic projections are operating synchronously without interfering with each other.

On the left is a live broadcast created by Mirror 2 through data manipulation, with the target being the Geneva Global Special Summit; on the right is a vital signs map transmitted back from the Yokosuka International Medical Center.

On the graph, the curve representing Funinna's life strength is plummeting downwards at a precipitous angle.

The scene on the left-hand screen, however, was absurd, like a clumsy farce. The remains of the soldiers on the front lines had not yet been brought back, and these politicians, who had just recovered from the catastrophe, were already eager to tear off their disguises.

Jiang Ming pinched the base of the wine glass and shook it.

Human nature is so easily tested, yet it perfectly fits his script.

Now that the stage lights have been turned back on, it's time to begin the second act.

He summoned the system light strip that only he could see and tapped it lightly with his fingertip.

[Special Permission: Artifact Creation]

Once the command was issued, 100 million emotion points were instantly drawn from the account balance like a flood bursting its banks. The enormous energy rapidly collapsed and shaped within the system's underlying logic.

Jiang Ming began to construct the underlying blueprint for this yet-to-be-born concept weapon.

"First Sequence: Purification, which must be able to eradicate the abyssal pollution at the source level."

"Second Sequence: Guardian, it cannot be a weapon of killing."

"Third Sequence: Resonance".

After finalizing the basic attributes, Jiang Ming paused for a moment and wrote down the most demanding and illogical rule for its appearance.

"It cannot be detected by any known instrument, nor can it be forcibly taken by any form of physical or magical means."

"Its anchor point is not in spatial coordinates, but in people's hearts."

"Only at this moment, by Furness's side, can the one who sheds the purest tears of sorrow for her become its first vessel."

The progress bar is full.

[Concept Armament Name: Poseidon's Flawless Heart]

[Generation complete]

……

In the real world, at the Yokosuka Joint Medical Center, on the fourth basement floor, lies the highest-level isolation ward.

The operating lights cast a stark white glow on the pristine sheets, making Funina appear smaller than ever while lying on the bed.

The elaborate and gorgeous blue dress had already been cut open, and around the right shoulder, where a deep, bone-revealing wound was visible, black data streams, like a malignant tumor, were stubbornly devouring the surrounding healthy tissue.

The once majestic three deep-sea companions have shrunk to the size of a palm. They can barely maintain their shape and can only lie helplessly by the pillow, emitting mournful cries that are barely perceptible to ordinary people.

Beside the bed, a Chinese female nurse in protective clothing was changing an IV bag.

Her name is Zhou Ruo, and she is only 22 years old. Just twelve hours ago, she was an ordinary girl cheering for the savior in front of the screen. Now, she has become the lowest-level errand girl in this multinational top medical team.

Those medical giants with various titles, after trying antibiotics, gene-targeted drugs, and even radiotherapy, found that they had no effect on the pollution of the abyss, so they all retreated outside the glass wall and began to discuss contingency plans for "body preservation" and "slice allocation".

She was the only one left here, doing these futile maintenance tasks.

Zhou Ruo looked at the girl on the hospital bed with her eyes closed.

This is a girl who looks younger than me, who summons the theater in the midst of a dark rainstorm, fights against monsters in the inverted sea, and in the end, lies alone on the dissection table, becoming a spoil of war in the great power game.

A wave of soreness rose in my chest, and my vision gradually blurred.

A tear, uncontrollable, spilled from her eye, slid down the edge of her mask, and dripped onto the back of her hand as she held the IV tube.

There was no sound, but in the fraction of a second that the tears touched her skin, a faint blue light, purer than the depths of the ocean, spread across the back of her hand.

The light did not radiate outwards, but instead rapidly collapsed and condensed towards the center, and a flawless, teardrop-shaped crystal, with an entire ocean flowing within it, appeared in her palm without warning.

drop--!

The piercing buzzing shattered the tranquility of the ward.

Outside the isolation room, more than twenty Geiger counters and highly sensitive spirit wave detectors used to monitor extraordinary energy fluctuations simultaneously emitted the highest level of red light, causing the values ​​on the screens to become garbled.

"Warning! High-energy reaction!"

The explosion-proof door was violently pushed open.

A team of fully armed special forces soldiers, wearing Stars and Stripes armbands, stormed into the ward. The bright beams of tactical flashlights pierced the pale light of the operating lamps, and six dark gun barrels, arranged in a tactical fan shape, precisely locked onto Zhou Ruo in the center of the ward.

"Hands behind your head! Put that glowing object down!!"

The American major leading the team shouted sternly, his index finger already on the trigger.

Zhou Ruo was terrified by the sight. Instinctively, she spread her fingers, wanting to throw away the glowing stone that had appeared out of nowhere.

Contrary to her wishes, the crystal seemed to have grown into her flesh, or rather, it was bound to her soul.

No matter how hard she tried, the crystal remained steadily suspended three millimeters above her palm, emitting a calming glow.

"I...I can't throw it away..." The girl's voice was choked with sobs.

The major lost his patience, took a step forward, and reached out with his left hand, trying to forcibly snatch the crystal from Zhou Ruo's hand.

Just as the tactical-gloved fingers were about to touch the edge of the [Flawless Heart of Poseidon].

An overwhelming, invisible repulsive force spread outwards from the crystal.

Without any loud noise, the major didn't even have time to make a sound before he was hit head-on by a speeding heavy truck and sent flying backward at twice the speed at which it came at him.

He slammed heavily onto the life support equipment at the back of the ward, denting and shattering the special bulletproof vest along with the medical instruments.

The other soldiers all pulled back their bolts, but after witnessing this bizarre scene, none of them dared to fire rashly. They could only retreat step by step with their guns in hand.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the world.

The joint conference hall in Geneva.

The representatives from various countries, who were arguing fiercely over the ownership of Funina, were interrupted by a rapid telephone ring.

After answering the call, the Chinese representative's expression changed, and he then gestured to the technical officer behind him.

After a brief flicker, the main screen in the conference room abruptly switched to the live monitoring feed from Yokosuka Medical Center.

There was no noise in the hall.

On the screen, the blue crystal was continuously radiating outwards in ripples like water. The abyssal data streams, which were beyond the reach of modern medicine and could even be swallowed by nuclear radiation, emitted a faint "hissing" sound after touching this blue light, and then evaporated into harmless water vapor.

Funina's shocking wounds stopped worsening.

"What is that thing made of?"

The gaze of the eagle was fixed on the screen; it was not just a life-saving medicine, but a completely new and extraordinary form that humanity had never encountered before.

If it were the water god with world-destroying power before, they wouldn't dare to provoke him, but now, the one holding this treasure is just a helpless Chinese nurse!

"This is a top-secret discovery made on American soil! A person has developed a deep bond with that extraordinary object, and we have the right to bring it back to the United States for protective research!"

The U.S. representative reacted extremely quickly, changing course from their previous sophistry.

The Chinese representative slammed his hand on the table: "Outrageous! That's a citizen of our country!"

Just as the meeting room was once again on edge.

The surveillance footage showed another unusual occurrence.

The crystal that had been quietly suspended suddenly emitted a strong blue light.

A thought, devoid of intonation and ethereal as if emanating from the deepest part of the sea, disregarded the barriers of space and even the limitations of screen and network transmission, resounding directly in the minds of every politician in the Geneva Conference Hall, and echoing in the minds of every soldier in the Yokosuka ward as well.

Only a pure desire to protect can drive me.

Touching her is tantamount to hurting her.

Inside the ward, several American soldiers with guns at their sides exchanged glances; this thought was more than just a warning.

The major, who had just gotten up from the ground, had a fierce glint in his eyes. He reached for the stun gun at his waist, and a plan to forcibly knock out the Chinese nurse and drag her away flashed through his mind.

Just as this idea was taking shape.

"Ugh—!"

The major dropped the stun gun, clutched his head tightly with both hands, and knelt down in agony.

It was not a physical attack.

Instead, it was an invisible, chilling icy needle that pierced his mental center. As long as there was even a trace of greedy thoughts of "kidnapping," "controlling," or "plundering" in his mind, this tearing sensation from the depths of his soul would be magnified many times over.

The rules of this conceptual weapon bypassed physical defenses and enforced a mandatory judgment at the level of consciousness.

On the screen, the politicians in suits were also in a bad mood. Several of the representatives who had just been clamoring to seize the artifact at all costs were now slumped in their chairs, pale-faced and covered in cold sweat.

Faced with this entirely new and extraordinary creation, the underhanded political tactics of humankind cannot even cross the threshold.

In the Yokosuka ward.

Zhou Ruo stared blankly at the crystal in her palm, the ethereal voice echoing in her mind giving her a strange sense of guidance.

This thing... is here to save people.

The fear I felt earlier has faded, replaced by a sense of mission.

Ignoring the soldiers groaning in pain around her, she carefully cradled the ball of blue light, turned around, and gently moved it to the forehead of Funina on the sickbed.

The crystal encountered no obstacles.

The moment it touched the girl's smooth skin, the hard crystal liquefied, like a drop of water merging into the ocean, seeping into Funina's brow.

A soft, azure halo traveled along the veins, and the remaining abyssal black mist on the right shoulder let out a silent scream before being wiped clean by this vast purifying power.

His pale cheeks gradually regained their normal color, his tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and the previously cluttered life monitor in the ward began to show extremely stable and robust wavy lines.

The artifact completed its mission without leaving any unnecessary traces.

Only a very faint, tiny blue teardrop-shaped mark remained in the center of Funina's forehead.

The conference hall in Geneva was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The politicians, who had just been in agony, were now staring intently at the sleeping, peaceful face on the main screen.

The magical crystal disappeared, and the extraordinary power that could directly interfere with thought merged into the severely injured water god's body.