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

The captain stood on the bridge, his pen writing two lines on a blank page of the ship's log.

"At 14:37 PM, the Water God entered the water, and the passage is now open."

He closed his pen cap, put the logbook back in its clip, and walked to the porthole to glance at the small blue opening at the stern.

That was the only source of light on the entire ship, brighter than the afternoon sun.

On the stern deck.

Zhou Ruo stood in front of the railing, her hands tightly clutching the hat left behind by Funina.

The creamy fingerprint on the brim of her hat was unconsciously rubbed back and forth by her thumb, her fingertip brushing against the dried cream, the rough touch scraping against her nerve endings again and again.

She took three deep breaths.

The first time, the air in my chest burst halfway through, turning into a choking sensation stuck in my throat.

The second time was a little better; I inhaled fully, but when I exhaled, there was a trembling sound at the end.

The third time, she focused all her strength on her diaphragm and walked steadily through the entire journey in one breath.

The tears did not fall.

She forcefully pushed them back down.

Zhou Ruo turned around, with her back to the blue-glowing passageway, and walked into the cabin.

The lights in the corridor were much dimmer than on the deck. She slowed her pace for a few seconds as her eyes adjusted to the light, then resumed her normal pace.

She needs to go to the lower deck to find Mr. Louis Bernard.

Funina said she wanted freshly made cream puffs.

Then it must be made on the spot.

The door to the makeshift galley in the lower deck was ajar, and as you approached, you could smell the sweet aroma of butter and flour mixed together.

Zhou Ruo pushed open the door.

Louis leaned against the flour bag in the corner, his head tilted to one side, his mouth slightly open, his breathing long and even, he was sleeping soundly.

On the worktable lay a piping bag and half a basin of unwhipped cream, the white liquid dripping from the stainless steel basin drawing a winding line on the surface.

Zhou Ruo stood at the door and looked at him for three seconds.

Then she walked to the control panel and gently tapped the surface twice.

Louis's eyelids twitched, but he didn't open them.

Zhou Ruo increased the force, her knuckles striking the stainless steel tabletop with a crisp sound.

Louis opened his eyes, and it took his pupils two seconds to focus.

He saw the young woman standing at the door, wearing an orange life vest, holding a top hat in her hands. Her eyes were red-rimmed, but her expression was surprisingly calm.

"Mr. Bernard."

Zhou Ruo's voice was devoid of any extraneous emotion; every word was spoken steadily.

"She went downstairs."

Louis propped himself up from the flour sack, his back covered in a layer of white powder.

"She wanted to eat cream puffs when she came back."

Zhou Ruo hugged the hat a little tighter.

"Made fresh, not frozen."

Louis opened his mouth slightly, then closed it again.

He glanced down at the bowl of unfinished cream on the worktable, paused for five seconds, and then reached out to pick up the piping bag again.

What is the proportion of animal-based cream?

Zhou Ru thought for a moment.

"Last time she said it was 20% short, you can adjust it yourself."

Louis's hands had already started working; the stirring rod was spinning at high speed in the steel bowl, and the white cream was climbing up the bowl wall under the action of centrifugal force.

He didn't say anything more.

Zhou Ruo didn't say anything more.

She stood in the kitchen doorway, holding her hat in her right hand and letting her left hand hang at her side.

At the end of the corridor behind us, separated by three watertight doors and two decks, the blue passageway at the stern, one meter in diameter, was still quietly rotating.

At the deepest part of the passage, a barefoot little man is slowly sinking into the darkness of ten thousand meters in a way that is unimaginable to humans.

........

Two hundred meters below the water surface.

Funina stepped onto the blue water platform she had created and sank at a constant speed of about fifty meters per minute.

The passage above her head gradually closed, while the passage below her feet continued to extend deeper. The entire structure moved slowly in the water, and she remained in the middle of the passage.

The surrounding water temperature is steadily decreasing, while the water pressure is steadily increasing.

These things had no effect on her.

When water pressure is applied to her, the water molecules inside her body actively cooperate with the external pressure to self-regulate, and the normal physical structure of the human body is directly bypassed in this process.

Blue water walls swirled around her, their sheen gradually shifting from light blue to a deeper indigo.

She glanced down at her feet, where the light still refracted from the water's surface, carrying a pale blue hue filtered by the seawater, casting a blurry outline of her toes.

On the stern deck of the Tanyuan, the blue passageway, one meter in diameter, is still quietly rotating.

Zhou Ruo stood in front of the railing, her hands resting on the cold steel pipes, her fingertips reddened by the sea breeze, her eyes fixed on the small blue hole.

The soprano leaned halfway out of the hatch, holding a piece of record paper in his hand.

"Ms. Zhou Ruo, the low-frequency monitoring instrument shows that the water flow frequency on the inner wall of the channel is very stable, with a constant rotation speed of 7.2 revolutions per second and no attenuation."

Zhou Ruo turned her head.

"Can you measure her sinking speed?"

Sung Na shook his head.

"The rotating noise from the water walls of the tunnel completely masked the passive sonar signal, making it impossible for us to track her location inside from the outside."

He paused for a moment, then folded the note and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Based on the 50 meters per minute she mentioned before entering the water, it's been over 40 minutes, so it should be between 2,000 and 2,500 meters."

He tapped his finger on the edge of the control panel.

"But this is just an estimate; nobody knows the actual speed. We can only wait for the buoy signal."

Zhou Ruo nodded and turned back to continue staring at the blue opening.

Six hundred meters below the water surface.

The last ray of sunlight in the photosynthetic layer disappeared.

Funina enters the Eternal Night District.

All the light penetrating from above was completely absorbed by the seawater at this depth, and the outside of the tunnel walls became utter darkness, with nothing visible.

The mark between her eyebrows became the only source of light, with blue light continuously seeping from the teardrop-shaped mark, illuminating an area of ​​about fifteen meters around it.

Fifteen meters away, there is absolutely no light.

She raised her chin, and the angle of the blue light moved with her head movement, drawing an arc of light and shadow on the water wall of the passage.

Besides that, there is only black.

1200 meters below the water surface.

For the first time, Funina sensed the noise of the abyss.

That wasn't sound, it wasn't a vibration wave of any frequency, and it wasn't an audio signal produced by the collision of any matter.

A complex perceptual disturbance surged directly into her consciousness, impacting her entire cognitive framework regarding the concept of water.

In her perception, normal seawater was always clear and orderly, with the position and trajectory of each water molecule logical.

But below 1,200 meters, that sense of order is covered by a layer of dense, granular interference.

Not very strong.

But it definitely exists.

Her descent speed remained unchanged at fifty meters per minute, but her attention shifted from the surrounding water walls to the extremities of her senses.

The interference layer intensified with each 100 meters she descended.

1300 meters, with added weight.

1400 meters, then add more weight.

At 1,500 meters, the density of interference is already enough to occupy a fixed area on her sensory map.

Two thousand meters below the water surface.

Funina slowed her descent, from fifty meters per minute to thirty meters per minute.

The noise intensity had increased to a level that could not be ignored; approximately 40 percent of her sensory map was covered by this interference signal, and normal water information was pushed to the edge.

She stopped.

It's not about resisting those noises.

She is studying.

Learn to separate noise from normal information and categorize it into another sensory channel, allowing the two sets of information to go their own way without interfering with each other.

Three minutes later, she did it.

The noise was still there, and its intensity hadn't decreased at all, but it had been diverted to a separate channel by her perception system and was no longer blocking the normal water data.

Then she heard something else beneath the noise.

A weaker, but clearer signal.

0.07 Hz.

A complete oscillation cycle is completed every fourteen seconds.

Each time a pulse arrives, there is a very brief silence interval, less than 0.1 seconds, during which the pulse suppresses the noise and makes room for its own propagation.

The mark between Funina's eyebrows lit up briefly during that brief moment, then dimmed again.