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

Richard turned the console volume up to the maximum and yelled into the microphone, his voice drowning out the background din of machinery.

"I need specific data—how much ore have you actually mined!"

The on-site supervisor's voice carried a ghostly panic, and he spoke so fast it sounded like he was being chased by some monster.

"The workers were like they were possessed by gods, completely tireless. Hundreds of them didn't even drink a drop of water, and each pickaxe cleaved four times the usual depth into the rock!"

Richard glanced at the production curve on the big screen and felt a thick layer of cold sweat seep down his back, sticking very uncomfortably to his shirt.

"Where are the machines? Why can't those diesel generators detect exhaust emissions?"

The foreman swallowed hard on the other end of the radio, his voice trembling so much that he could barely string together a sentence.

"I just don't understand it. All the generators are running at breakneck speed, making an incredibly loud noise, but not a single wisp of smoke is coming out of the exhaust pipes, and the machine casings are completely ice-cold to the touch!"

Richard felt his worldview crumbling, and he gritted his teeth as he issued orders, trying to dismantle this absurd report by seeing it for himself.

"Turn on your individual body camera; I need to see the live footage from the scene immediately!"

Three seconds later, a shaky video from the supervisor's perspective appeared on the large screen, with high-definition footage revealing the details of the bottom of the mine.

In the video, the emaciated child laborers wield heavy iron pickaxes, each strike easily prying open the hard rock layer, their movements as fluid as those of a precisely calculated industrial robot.

Richard slumped into his chair, staring at the scenes on the screen that completely defied the laws of thermodynamics, his breath catching in his throat for a few seconds.

Fifteen minutes later, the European headquarters of the three multinational mining companies jointly launched a top-level emergency encrypted video conference.

The huge holographic screen was divided into twelve small windows, and the board members and technical executives, all dressed in suits, had grim faces, creating an extremely oppressive atmosphere.

Glencore's chief technology officer broke the silence first, tapping his pen with an aggressive sound.

"The data sent back from Congo is simply unbelievable. This is definitely a premeditated cyberattack. Top hackers must have infiltrated our industrial control system and tampered with all the sensor feedback."

Richard wiped the cold sweat from his brow through the live feed window in Congo, trying to make a final defense of his career.

"Gentlemen, I just saw the live video of the site with my own eyes. The ore is already piled up like mountains in the yard. This is real physical output, not just a fictitious number on the screen."

The chief technology officer interrupted him rudely, his tone arrogant and condescending.

"Videos can be faked at any time. Real-time AI rendering technology is enough to fool laymen like you. I demand that all external network connections to the Kolwezi mine be cut off immediately."

The CEO of another mining company nodded in agreement and slammed a document heavily onto the table.

"I agree to this plan. Unplug all network cables and conduct a comprehensive physical self-test. I need to know exactly how much real data we have lost."

Richard turned and yelled at the technicians in the control center, his voice echoing in the empty hall.

"Did you hear the instruction? Immediately cut off all external fiber optic cables and switch to full internal network physical isolation mode!"

The entire control center was thrown into a chaotic flurry of activity. All external communication indicator lights went out within ten seconds, and the global network icon on the screen turned gray and disconnected.

Two long hours passed, and the video conference room was eerily quiet as everyone awaited the final verdict.

David, carrying a thick stack of printed reports, staggered up to Richard, his face even paler than the papers in his hands.

"Supervisor, the physical self-inspection is now completely finished."

Richard snatched the report, glanced at the first page, and then loudly reported into the microphone.

"Distinguished board members, we have disconnected all network cables, eliminated all external network interference, and used the most basic mechanical instruments to remeasure all the equipment."

The chief technology officer stared intently at him on the other side of the screen, leaning forward almost to the point of touching the camera.

"What was the final result?!"

Richard held the report high in front of the camera, his voice trembling with extreme fear.

"The system is perfectly normal; there are no signs of hacking. The power that pushes energy conversion efficiency to near 100% is a real physical phenomenon existing in the mine!"

The video conference room fell into a deathly silence, with only a faint hum of electricity transmitting between the terminals.

Glencore's CEO took a deep breath and slammed his hand down on the mahogany desk, making the teacups on the desk clink.

"This is simply impossible! It completely contradicts the modern scientific system that humanity has built up over hundreds of years! Newton must be turning in his grave!"

The chief technology officer's eyes gleamed with an almost insane greed as he stared intently at the report in Richard's hand.

"If all of this is true, it means that an unknown advanced technology or some kind of supernatural force that we cannot understand has appeared in the Kolwezi mine."

The CEO immediately issued a firm order, leaving no room for negotiation.

"Immediately notify all our top materials science experts in Europe and gather our best thermodynamics experts. Have them all assemble at the airport within half an hour!"

The assistant was quickly jotting down instructions, his fingers leaving afterimages as he typed on the tablet.

"Charter three of the fastest private jets and fly them directly to Congo overnight. I want them to examine that mining area, soil and rocks, under an electron microscope until they are crystal clear!"

Inside a luxury suite in Rome, Jiang Ming leaned back on a large leather sofa, listening to the furious shouts coming from the stereo, his smile growing even wider.

"Boss, the mining company's expert team has begun boarding and is expected to arrive in Kolwezi in eight hours."

Mirror 2's voice remained perfectly still, dutifully reporting the latest flight updates, with invisible data streams dancing at his fingertips.

Jiang Ming picked up his wine glass and downed the last sip of red wine in one go. The rich aroma of the wine filled his mouth, bringing a pleasant sensory experience.

"Let them investigate. The rules of the Torch of Prometheus are conceptual. Modern scientists with microscopes will only find their own knowledge system reduced to a pile of waste paper."

He casually placed the wine glass on the marble coffee table, watching the emotional value on the holographic panel jump wildly, enjoying the thrill of being in control.

"Fear, greed, shock—these are the highest-quality emotional nourishment provided by the top executives of multinational corporations."