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

"However, in terms of tracking methods, all current efforts are focused on signal tracing and financial chain analysis. Under the cover of cognitive shielding, both of these paths have been locked down."

Jiang Ming picked up his cold coffee, took a sip, and slowly put it back on the armrest.

"They knew there was a hand on the chessboard."

He stared at the four red-framed words on the panel for two seconds.

"But the difference between knowing someone is playing chess and actually touching that player is enough for me to place another twenty pieces."

Mirror 2 did not respond, waiting for the next instruction.

Jiang Ming stood up, walked to the window, and used two fingers to pull back the curtains slightly. The rooftops and bell towers of Rome in the early morning spread out in his view, and the orange-yellow light was climbing up the highest dome.

"The first three are fire, water, and seeds."

His fingers slowly traced along the window frame.

"I've touched energy, space, and food—the three most basic things for human survival."

He turned around and faced the panel.

"Do you know where to make the next cut?"

"Based on the global humanitarian crisis heat map and the coverage logic of the first three conceptual armaments, the remaining highest priority suffering dimension is: disease and injury."

Jiang Ming nodded.

"Pull up the heat map of the medical collapse in the war zone."

The panel switched screens, and dozens of dark red dots lit up on the world map, densely distributed in the Middle East, Africa, and South Asia.

Jiang Ming stared at those red dots for three seconds.

"Filtering conditions: active firefight zone, underground or temporary medical point, no anesthetics, no antibiotics, no stable power, continuous operation for more than 30 days."

The number of deep red spots decreased sharply, eventually leaving only seven.

Jiang Ming's gaze swept across the seven points of light, finally settling on the one closest to the eastern coast of the Mediterranean.

"Aleppo, Syria, Eastern District"

"confirm."

Mirror 2 retrieved detailed files, and the holographic projection magnified them into a three-dimensional cross-section of a destroyed building.

"The underground hospital in eastern Aleppo, codenamed 'Green Olive,' is located in the basement of a six-story residential building that was bombed. It is about seven meters deep and the area of ​​the converted space is less than 200 square meters."

The operating room in the cross-sectional view is marked in red.

"There are two operating rooms and eleven hospital beds, all of which are welded together from disassembled wooden door panels and steel pipes. Surgical lighting relies on flashlights and car batteries. Amputation tools include a carpenter's hand saw, two veterinary forceps, and fishing line as a substitute for sutures."

Jiang Ming remained silent.

Mirror image number two continues reading.

"There are nine medical staff stationed here, three of whom hold formal medical degrees, and the rest are volunteers who have received basic training."

The data scrolls across the panel.

"Over the past 90 days, we have received more than 1,400 civilian casualties, of which 43 percent were children under the age of 14. There were 217 cases of treatable casualties dying due to lack of medicine or equipment, an average of 2.4 people per day."

Jiang Ming's gaze fell on a blurry photo of the scene in the corner of the panel.

In the photo, a middle-aged woman wearing a white coat stained with blood is squatting on the ground, covering her face with her hands. The way the blood seeps through her fingers suggests that she has been crying for a long time, or that she can no longer cry.

A tiny body lay on the operating table at her feet, covered with a blood-stained cloth.

That's enough.

Jiang Ming's voice was very flat.

"Start working at the worktable."

The holographic panel switches to the artifact crafting interface, with a blue grid unfolding in the air, awaiting concept input.

Jiang Ming sat back on the sofa, placing his hands on his knees.

"Core function: Within a three-kilometer radius of the landing site, all dying civilians will receive emergency-level life support."

He speaks slowly, and pronounces each word clearly.

"Open wounds close rapidly, bacterial and viral infections are forcibly suppressed, the process of organ failure is temporarily reversed, and fractures and burns enter a rapid repair cycle."

Mirror 2 converts speech into conceptual code in real time and writes it into blueprints, where rows of rule entries take shape sequentially on the blue grid.

"Additional restrictions"

Jiang Ming held up one finger.

"First, we will not revive individuals who have already died. Once the heart has stopped beating and brain death has been confirmed, treatment is ineffective."

The second finger.

"Secondly, natural aging cannot be reversed; an eighty-year-old will not become eighteen again."

The third finger.

"Third, it is not for enhancing healthy human bodies. This stuff is for the injured and sick, not for super soldier serum."

He paused, then tapped his fingers lightly on his knee twice.

"Fourth, for malignant tumors, only inhibiting abnormal proliferation is necessary; cell division must absolutely not be accelerated, otherwise the healing mechanism will turn into a death sentence."

Fifth, genetic defects at the gene level can only alleviate symptom expression and reduce pain, but do not rewrite the bloodline code.

"The five additional constraints have been written into the conceptual blueprint, the logic verification has passed, and there are no conflicts."

Mirror 2 paused for a moment.

"Should we set a trigger rule?"

"set up."

Jiang Ming leaned back on the sofa, staring at the ceiling.

"First-level access lock: The triggerer must be a medical worker who has been continuously treating civilian wounded in an underground or temporary medical point without anesthetics, antibiotics, or stable power for more than 30 consecutive days."

On the blue grid, the first chain icon lights up.

"Second-level access lock: The triggerer must witness at least three civilian patients who could have been saved by modern medical means die in front of them due to lack of medicine or equipment."

The second chain lights up.

"Third Authority Lock: The triggerer must not belong to any armed organization that initiates massacres, uses chemical weapons, carries out terrorist attacks, or executes orders to besiege cities and cut off food supplies."

The third chain lit up.

He turned his gaze back to the panel.

"All three conditions must be met for this to be activated. If any one condition is missing, this thing is just an ordinary iron rod."

"The triple access control has been written, the logic is closed, and there are no conflicts."

"It's not over yet."

Jiang Ming leaned forward, his fingers interlaced on his knees.

"Exclusivity rule, a separate passage is opened for armed personnel."

He slowed down his speech, leaving clear intervals between each word.

"Individuals who actively attack civilians with weapons, participate in massacres, seize medical supplies, or prevent the wounded from receiving medical treatment will have their treatment effects automatically reduced to zero, their wounds will not close, their infections will not subside, and their bones will not heal."

Mirror image number two has been entered.

Are there any exceptions?

"have."

Jiang Ming tapped his index finger in the air.

"If this person voluntarily lays down their weapon, leaves the combat sequence, and accepts the constraints of civilian medical order, basic first aid will be restored, but deep repair will not be provided."

"Rules for the graded handling of armed personnel have been written into the law."

Jiang Ming leaned back on the sofa, the curve of his lips barely visible, not like a smile, but more like he was chewing something.

"I want the whole world to see one thing."

His voice softened by half an octave.

"The soldier who stormed into the hospital with a gun was covered in cuts and blood was flowing out uncontrollably. The child lying next to him was slowly opening his eyes in the silver light."

The room was silent for three seconds.

Mirror 2 made no comment on this statement.

"Conceptual weapon naming".

Jiang Ming entered seven characters in the name field.

"The Staff of Asclepius"

He paused, his fingers hovering above the keyboard.

"As for what outsiders call it, such as 'the Staff of Redemption of Aleppo' or something else, that's the journalists' business."

The system estimate pops up on the panel.

[Estimated consumption: 700 million emotional points.]