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

Jiang Ming leaned back on the leather sofa, placed the empty crystal wine glass in his hand on the coffee table, and gently traced the edge of the holographic panel with his fingertips.

"Number Two, disconnect the surveillance footage from the Congo mining area and switch to live feed from Dhaka, Bangladesh."

Mirror 2, standing in the shadow of the floor-to-ceiling window, immediately raised its right hand, and an invisible stream of data was rewoven in mid-air, instantly replacing the content of the huge holographic screen on the right.

"Boss, the abnormal spread rate in the Bogra district of Dhaka is increasing exponentially."

Mirror 2's voice remained perfectly still, dutifully reporting the satellite data intercepted by the backend.

"Ten minutes ago, the area of ​​solidified water was only about one square kilometer, but now it has exceeded five square kilometers, and there is no sign that the spread is slowing down."

Jiang Ming crossed his legs and stared with great interest at the South Asian delta shrouded in torrential rain on the screen.

In the image, the transparent edge with a faint blue glow is rapidly advancing through the muddy yellow floodwaters.

"The first deck of the Ark is designed with extremely high structural stability in its underlying logic."

Jiang Ming looked at the surging torrents on the screen that solidified the moment they came into contact with the blue light, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"As long as the local weather conditions continue to bring rainfall and the water continues to accumulate, it will solidify along the contact surface with the water."

The ultra-high resolution camera on the screen zooms in, focusing on a street on the edge of the Bogra district.

What was once a drainage ditch submerged above knee-deep by floodwaters has now been transformed into a massive glass structure, a mixture of murky and transparent material.

The raindrops falling from the sky completely lose their liquid fluidity within 0.1 seconds of touching the solidified water surface.

Thousands upon thousands of raindrops, still in the form of splashing water, piled up layer upon layer, forming a strange and magnificent natural waterproof glass dam.

The floodwaters pounded wildly outside the dam, yet not a single drop of moisture could penetrate it.

"What is the local government's reaction now?"

Jiang Ming asked casually.

"The Bangladeshi government sounded the highest-level air raid siren twenty minutes ago, and cabinet members are holding an emergency meeting at the Prime Minister's Office."

Mirror 2 retrieves an encrypted communication log and projects it into the lower right corner of the main screen.

Jiang Ming looked at the densely packed Bengali translations and chuckled softly.

"Pull up the audio from their meeting room and let us hear what these big shots are talking about."

In the meeting room of the underground nuclear bunker of the Prime Minister's Office in downtown Dhaka.

The glaring incandescent light shone on the oval table, and the air was filled with a strong smell of tobacco mixed with the restless atmosphere of sweat.

Bangladeshi Prime Minister Sheikh Hasina rested her chin on her hands, her bloodshot eyes fixed on the newly printed geological survey report on the table.

"Chief Expert, I've summoned the entire cabinet here in the middle of the night because I need to hear a logical and scientific explanation."

Hasina's voice betrayed her exhaustion and anxiety.

"You're telling me now that millions of tons of floodwater in the Bogra region have turned into solid glass at room temperature? How am I supposed to explain this to the people?"

The chief expert from the Ministry of Water Resources, sitting at the side of the long table, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and turned to the last page of the report in his hand.

"Your Excellency, our frontline scientific research team used state-of-the-art spectrometers and drilling equipment to conduct three sampling tests on that solidified water area."

The expert's hands trembled so much that the edges of the report made a slight scraping sound.

"The test results show that those substances are entirely water molecules at the chemical bond level, with a normal deuterium-hydrogen ratio and no unknown polymers mixed in."

The Minister of Defense slammed his hand on the table, causing the teacup on the table to splash water everywhere.

"How can water molecules freeze at 28 degrees Celsius? Do you think we're all idiots who failed high school physics?!"

The expert shrank back in fright, swallowed hard, and continued his report.

"Your Excellency, that's not ice at all. Its temperature is exactly the same as the surrounding environment, and there's no sign of heat loss."

The experts pushed several high-resolution photos of the scene to the center of the long table.

"Our diamond drill bit worked on it continuously for ten minutes without leaving a single scratch. Its hardness exceeds that of any alloy material currently known to mankind."

A deathly silence fell over the meeting room for half a minute.

Only the exhaust fan emitted a monotonous humming sound.

Prime Minister Hasina took a deep breath, pushed the photos aside, and turned her gaze to the Defense Minister opposite her.

"This phenomenon, which defies the common sense of physics, is happening in our country's capital. Once the news spreads widely, the intelligence agencies and militaries of those major powers will pounce on us like sharks smelling blood."

Hasina stood up, placed her hands on the table, and looked around at all the cabinet members present.

"We absolutely cannot allow the control of this unknown force to fall into the hands of Americans or Europeans; it is a matter of life and death for our country."

The Minister of Defense immediately stood up straight, his right hand pressed against his chest.

"Your Excellency Prime Minister, I request that the nation be placed on the highest level of alert immediately."

"I agree to your request."

Hasina gave the order, her tone firm and decisive.

"All armored divisions and riot police forces around Dhaka were deployed to designate the Bogra district and a 10-kilometer radius around it as a special national protection zone."

Hasina glanced at the clock on the wall.

"Establish the highest level of military security, implement full military control, and cut off all civilian communication base stations in that area."

The Minister of Defense picked up the red encrypted phone on the table and dialed the number for the military region command.

"No foreign journalists are allowed to approach, and no unauthorized scientific researchers are allowed to enter. Even civilians are permitted to fire warning shots if they attempt to cross the boundary."

Hasina gave one last order, then slumped wearily back into her chair.

Inside the Rome suite, Jiang Ming listened to the instructions coming from the audio and shook his head somewhat boredly.

"Their reaction is too old-fashioned. When faced with forces they cannot understand, their first reaction is always to block and cover them up."

Jiang Ming stood up, walked to the French windows, and looked down at the lights of Rome twinkling in the night.

"Number Two, switch back to the scene in Dhaka and see how their troops are carrying out orders."

The image on the holographic screen instantly switched to the edge of a street in the Bogra district of Dhaka.

Twelve dark green wheeled armored vehicles rolled across the muddy road, lined up around the solidified water area, and blinding searchlight beams illuminated the entire area as bright as day.

Hundreds of fully armed Bangladeshi soldiers jumped off troop carriers, carrying assault rifles, and quickly erected a barbed wire fence stretching for more than ten kilometers outside the transparent waterproof glass embankment.

An officer held up a megaphone and shouted at the civilians gathered on the transparent ground inside the solidified water.

"Everyone, immediately step back, leave this abnormal area, and return to your respective residences!"

The officer's voice sounded somewhat distorted in the downpour.

"This area is now under complete military control. Anyone who disobeys orders will be charged with treason!"

Sixty-three-year-old Mrs. Shahida stood barefoot on the transparent, solidified water surface, holding a plastic basin filled with hemispherical solid water in her hand, her eyes full of confusion.

Her neighbor Fatima boldly took two steps forward and looked at the officers outside through the transparent floodgate.

"Sir, our houses are finally spared from flooding; it's a miracle from the gods! Why are you driving us away!"

Fatima's voice was trembling with sobs.

"We've been submerged for over a decade, losing everything every time there's a flood. Now we finally have a dry patch of land, and you can't do this!"

The officer ignored her pleas and simply waved his hand coldly.

The first rank of soldiers immediately pulled back their bolts, the dark muzzles of their guns aimed at the crowd.

"This is your final warning. Back off immediately, or we will take measures to forcibly remove you!"

The civilians were forced to retreat under the threat of gunfire, their eyes filled with anger and helplessness.

The top floor of an abandoned residential building, 500 meters outside the cordon.

Tariq, a 19-year-old computer science student at the University of Dhaka, lay on the flooded floor with a waterproof tarpaulin over his head, his hands tightly gripping a drone remote control.

"You politicians are delusional if you want to block miracles."

Taric stared at the live video feed on the remote control screen, his fingers flying across the joystick.

Under the cover of darkness and torrential rain, a modified commercial quadcopter drone silently took off from the blind spot of the armored vehicle's searchlight and quickly ascended to an altitude of 500 meters.

High-definition cameras pierced through the rain, capturing the breathtaking visual spectacle below in its entirety.

Aerial footage shows Dhaka city brutally divided into two completely different worlds.

The northern and western parts of the city were still submerged, with muddy floodwaters swallowing streets and low-lying houses, and countless people desperately calling for help from rooftops.

The Bogra district to the south, however, resembles a giant blue crystal plate embedded in the flood-stricken area, with a transparent dike at its edge firmly keeping the raging floodwaters at bay.

The inside of the crystal plate was dry and smooth, and the light reflected off the transparent surface, creating a dreamlike halo. Several children were even running and playing on it, completely unaffected by the external disaster.

Taric stared at the screen, his breathing quickening.

"This is absolutely a scene that could change world history."

He switched the drone back to automatic return mode, quickly removed the memory card from the remote controller, and put it into a multi-encrypted laptop next to him.

Tariq skillfully bypassed the traffic restriction gateways in Bangladesh and connected to a satellite network node located in Northern Europe.

"Let the whole world see how insignificant humanity is in the face of true power."

He pressed Enter, simultaneously uploading the three-minute high-definition aerial video to Twitter and YouTube's overseas servers.

Inside a luxury suite in Rome.

As Jiang Ming watched the network monitoring alert suddenly pop up on the holographic panel, the smile on his lips gradually widened.

"It seems that there is never a shortage of smart and brave people in this world."

Mirror 2 drags the live data stream from Twitter to the center of the screen.

"Boss, this video has already surpassed 500,000 views within the first ten minutes of being uploaded, and it's being frantically forwarded by IP addresses all over the world at a rate of thousands of times per second."

Jiang Ming picked up his wine glass and poured himself half a glass of red wine.

"Have the trending search terms been generated?"

"It has been generated."

Mirror 2 enlarges the display of several bold red characters.

"Currently, the number one trending topic on Twitter globally is 'Dhaka, the city that never sinks,' and the number two is 'Bangladesh miracle.' Their popularity has completely overshadowed the 'Congo fire boy' that broke out just two hours ago."

Jiang Ming watched as the emotion value income notification on the system panel jumped wildly, the number soaring upwards at a dizzying speed.

[Emotional Points Income: +8645200.]

[Source of emotions: The extreme shock, awe, and fervent worship of unknown forces felt by over 20 million netizens worldwide after watching the video.]

"Human civilization has stood on the threshold for too long. It's time for someone to give them a push and let them see the view behind the door."

Jiang Ming downed the red wine in his glass in one gulp, his gaze fixed intently on the huge blue crystal plate on the screen.

"The fire of Congo, the water of Dhaka, plus those old relics that are resonating in sync."

He casually tossed the wine glass onto the sofa.

"The old world order should be completely over starting tonight."