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

The moment the cognitive shielding stance silently fell, the entire luxury suite in Rome seemed to be detached from the real world.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, it was still Rome in the early morning: traffic, bells, and the morning light on the dome of a distant church—everything was so calm it was almost unreal.

But inside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the air had begun to feel heavy.

A holographic control panel floated in front of Jiang Ming, with layers of dark blue data unfolding. The words "Seed of Eden" hung silently at the top of the blueprint, like a divine decree about to be written into reality.

Jiang Ming did not immediately press the casting confirmation button.

He leaned back on the leather sofa, his fingertips gazing at the slightly cooled coffee, his eyes fixed on the flashing warning signals below the control panel.

"Number Two, re-examine the soil subdivision data around the Juba refugee camp."

Mirror 2, standing in the shadows, raised its right hand, and an invisible stream of data drew an arc in mid-air.

The next second, the initial blueprint on the main screen was refined into dozens of more specific environmental parameters.

"Boss, the soil in the target area is over 72% desertified, and the levels of core nutrients such as nitrogen, phosphorus, and potassium are below the minimum threshold for maintaining crop growth." Number Two's voice remained calm. "The groundwater level continues to drop, and the surface salinization is obvious. According to normal agricultural models, this land will not have stable grain production capacity for the next fifteen years."

Jiang Ming gently swirled the remaining black coffee in his cup, a cold smile curving his lips.

"A normal agricultural model?"

He placed the coffee cup on the marble coffee table with a crisp, light sound.

"From the moment I decided to plant this seed in South Sudan, the so-called normal model ceased to exist."

Jiang Ming reached out and typed the first line of the final concept definition on the virtual keyboard.

[Within the affected area, the soil automatically regenerates to its optimal fertility level, providing the best conditions for plant growth.]

The green data stream spread rapidly along the edge of the blueprint, gradually covering the crimson parameters that originally represented death.

Synchronization 2 translates this instruction into the system's underlying logic.

"Soil remediation rules have been written into the first sequence, which ensures that the seeds are not limited by the barren environment of the target area after activation."

Without pausing, Jiang Ming continued typing the second line of even more domineering rules.

[The photosynthetic efficiency of all edible plants within the affected area is forcibly increased to the limit allowed by current physical rules.]

The holographic control panel trembled violently, and a row of scarlet energy consumption warnings popped up on its edge.

A dense stream of data flashed across the second eye.

"Boss, this setting will completely destroy the existing local ecological model. Plants will complete the accumulation of matter in a very short time, and the conventional carbon cycle, water cycle, and soil cycle will be forcibly rewritten."

Jiang Ming leaned back on the sofa, crossing his hands under his chin.

"What I want is a rewrite."

His gaze swept over the dense white dots representing refugee camp tents on the screen, his tone without the slightest hesitation.

"Seventy thousand people are waiting to die in a dead land. They don't need ecological papers or UN meeting minutes."

"They need food that they can eat today."

Jiang Ming bent down again and typed out the third additional rule.

The complete growth cycle of all edible crops has been compressed to one-tenth of the normal value.

The three conceptual rules intertwine at the center of the blueprint, forming a slowly rotating green symbol.

Number Two looked at the three intertwined conceptual chains, his voice remaining steady.

"Soil remediation, extreme photosynthesis, and compressed growth cycle – when these three rules are combined, the seeds of Eden will have a production efficiency that is enough to overturn the modern agricultural system."

"Multinational agricultural giants, biotech companies, and the global food futures market will all experience severe panic as a result."

Jiang Ming chuckled and tapped his fingertips lightly on the sofa armrest.

"Those capitalists control the world's food supply through sterile seeds, patented pesticides, and grain storage."

"Now, I'm going to smash a handful of dirt on their table."

He stared at the gradually forming outline of the seed on the holographic screen, his eyes revealing undisguised mockery.

"I want those biology PhDs in suits to see firsthand just how ridiculous their decades-long gene-editing efforts to create drought-resistant varieties are compared to a broken seed that's been casually buried in the ground."

The second map shows the distribution of power around Juba, South Sudan.

Eleven armed checkpoints, marked by red coordinates, blocked the main road leading to the refugee camp like pus from a festering wound.

"Boss, there's one more question."

"Once local warlords confirm that the land can sustainably produce food, they will immediately send armed forces to take over and turn the miracle into a new bargaining chip for rule."

Jiang Ming stood up from the sofa and walked to the holographic control panel.

"That's why I set up the first lock beforehand."

His finger tapped the trigger condition bar.

The initial rules established in the previous chapter are already written there.

[This event can only be triggered if someone who has not eaten any solid food for more than three consecutive days buries the object in the soil by hand.]

Jiang Ming stared at the line of text for a moment, then suddenly shook his head.

"not enough."

Number Two raised his eyes.

Jiang Ming's voice lowered, carrying a kind of almost cruel calmness.

"Having gone three days without food, we can only rule out warlords and soldiers who have eaten and drunk their fill."

"But it cannot be guaranteed that the person who initiates the miracle truly belongs to this land that has been gnawed to the bone by famine."

He continued, adding a second layer of exclusive restriction above the triggering condition.

[Second Access Lock: The triggerer must have lost at least one immediate family member during a famine lasting more than three consecutive years, and actively touch the seed in a state of utter despair.]

A red logic conflict warning will pop up immediately.

Number Two looked at the stringent, almost cruel, conditions and spoke up to offer a reminder.

"Boss, these conditions are extremely strict. Those who meet the criteria are most likely already severely malnourished; they might not even have the strength to dig through the soil."

Jiang Ming turned around, his gaze passing through the floor-to-ceiling window to the bustling yet clean streets of Rome in the early morning.

"Miracles never favor those who have enough to eat."

He turned around and looked into Number Two's emotionless, mechanical eyes.

"They have to touch it in despair."

"Only those who have truly lost their blood relatives to famine and who have truly knelt on the edge of death are qualified to open this land for those 70,000 people."

Jiang Ming looked back at the blueprint interface and added the last paragraph of rule analysis.

"Those warlords whose stomachs are stuffed with canned food and roast meat, brokers who make their fortunes by reselling relief supplies, and capitalists who want to send it to the laboratory for slicing and research—once they touch this seed, it will forever remain just a lifeless stone."

Number 2 will close the complete logic chain and upload it.

The red warning on the holographic screen gradually disappeared, replaced by a cold system confirmation message.

The exclusive trigger condition has been locked.

The hunger detection rules have been locked.

The rules for determining causation in cases of loss of blood relation have been finalized.

The rules for determining the threshold for despair have been finalized.

Jiang Ming drew a circle on the virtual map, encompassing the entire Juba refugee camp and the vast expanse of barren land surrounding it.

"Activate coverage radius, five kilometers."

He looked at the densely packed tents representing points within the circle.

"The maximum output of five kilometers is just enough to fill the stomachs of 70,000 people."

"It's just enough so that the bandits with rifles around can see it, but can't eat it."

Number Two is making a final check of all the values ​​on the system panel.

"All conceptual logic has been confirmed to be closed, with no obvious loopholes. The system estimates that it will consume 200 million sentiment points."

Looking at the huge sums of money he had just received from Congo and Dhaka in his account, Jiang Ming raised his hand and pressed the button to confirm the casting.

"deduct."

The system's synthesized mechanical sounds echoed throughout the room.

[Two hundred million emotional points were instantly deducted, and the seed of Eden began to be forged.]

The moment the payment was completed, the air circulation in the luxury suite stagnated, and the room was instantly filled with a rich life force that seemed to bring dead trees back to life.

Jiang Ming felt a fresh scent, like that of a deep forest after rain, enter his nostrils, which soothed his tense nerves that had been taut for days.

Several high-end ornamental plants by the French windows seemed to be summoned by some higher concept, their leaves turning lush and green at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even sprouting new buds within seconds.

A hint of green seeped from the surface of the wooden coffee table, and there were faint signs of grass seeds hatching from the fibers of the expensive wool carpet.

Number Two increased the output power of the cognitive shielding stance, while simultaneously diverting more than a dozen data streams to suppress the excessive vitality and prevent this abnormal fluctuation from overflowing the room and alerting the outside world.

"Boss, the casting process will take forty-five minutes to complete."

Jiang Ming sat back down on the sofa, closed his eyes, and enjoyed the vitality that filled the air.

"Then let's wait."

Time passed silently. Jiang Ming leaned back on the sofa, watching the progress bar slowly advance, and casually asked Number Two about the fermentation status of the first two artifacts.

"Number Two, are the troops in Dhaka still setting up barbed wire?"

The second satellite retrieved the latest satellite images and projected them onto the side of the main screen.

"The Bangladeshi military has surrounded the Bogra district three times, and the level of military control is continuously increasing, while the impact of civilian attacks is also rising in tandem."

Jiang Ming looked at the refugees confronting the heavily armed soldiers in the video and shook his head slightly.

"This is inevitable. When resources for survival arrive in the form of miracles, secular laws and guns lose their deterrent power."

The second camera also switched to footage from Congo.

"The European expert team at the Kolwezi mine has taken full control of the No. 2 mine. Their thermodynamic models are completely unable to explain the zero-emission diesel engine, and two chief engineers are showing signs of a nervous breakdown."

Jiang Ming looked at the frantic white-haired old men on the screen, and a smile spread across his face.

"The more frantic they get, the fuller my emotional value account becomes."

He turned to look at the green light on the control panel that was constantly collapsing and condensing.

"Once this seed takes root and sprouts in Africa, the global agricultural futures market will collapse entirely within a single day."

Number Two was performing high-frequency data calculations, and a series of complex financial charts flashed across the screen.

"The Chicago Mercantile Exchange's grain commodity trading will come to a standstill due to this counter-cyclical output, and the stock prices of the world's four largest grain traders will face the risk of being halved."

Jiang Ming tapped on the sofa armrest.

"The most interesting thing is that the old world's financial system goes crazy along with it."

The 45-minute loading bar finally came to an end, and a very faint hum came from the center of the control panel.

Jiang Ming opened his eyes and walked to the holographic panel.

After the light faded, a bright green seed, no bigger than a fingernail, condensed on the control panel.

He held the seed between two fingers, feeling a faint yet resilient pulse, as if he were holding a miniature green heart.

The seed's surface is covered with intricate, labyrinthine vein patterns at the microscopic level, and its interior seems to contain the vitality of an entire tropical rainforest, emitting a faint fluorescent glow in the dimly lit room.

The second satellite will import the precise GPS coordinates of the Juba refugee camp in South Sudan into the system's space delivery module.

"The space delivery channel has been established."

Jiang Ming walked to the beam of light from the delivery module, placed the glowing seed in his palm, and examined it one last time.

"Go, go and sow miracles."

He flicked his finger, and the seed transformed into a streak of light that pierced the air in the room, disappearing into a suborbital trajectory.

The cold red text immediately popped up on the holographic screen.

[Delivery countdown: 19 minutes.]