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

"No. The cognitive shielding is complete, and all information flow involving the ontology is automatically ignored in the propagation chain. However, it should be noted that three of the lines have unanimously ruled out the hypothesis of 'the natural revival of ancient artifacts'."

Jiang Ming leaned back on the sofa and put one leg on the armrest.

"They've started looking for people."

"The search scope is narrowing. The behavioral profile of the US Hunter Project has been narrowed down to a single individual or a small group of no more than three extraordinary individuals with short decision-making chains, fast execution, and the ability to obtain real-time intelligence from multiple locations around the world."

"Is the image accurate?"

"Eighty-seven percent. Apart from the slightly high number of people, the other characteristics are highly consistent with the original.

Jiang Ming's lips twitched slightly, but it wasn't exactly a smile.

"Let them find it."

He turned off the intelligence and communications density map and turned his gaze back to the heat map of suffering. Five coordinates that had been deployed were faintly lit on the map: the Congo Basin, Dhaka city, Juba in South Sudan, eastern Aleppo, and the Mediterranean shipping route.

He stared at the five points for a few seconds, then slid his finger to the filter bar on the right side of the panel and switched to a new data dimension.

The color distribution of the heatmap has changed dramatically.

It's no longer the mortality rate, no longer the disaster density, no longer the medical gap.

Global distribution map of educational resources.

Three striking dark red areas dominate the screen: sub-Saharan Africa, the Indian subcontinent, and the mountainous regions of Central America. The depth of the dark red represents the illiteracy rate, the percentage of every thousand children who complete basic education, and the size of the population trapped in ignorance, forever unable to grasp the possibility of changing their fate.

Jiang Ming stood up and walked back to the window. The golden morning light from the Roman rooftops bathed the dome of the church opposite, and pigeons flew up from the bell tower, their wings cutting through the light.

Five nails, five cracks.

His voice was very soft, as if he were talking to himself.

"Energy, space, food, healthcare, and safe passage."

Mirror 2 stood in the corner of the room, awaiting instructions.

Jiang Ming paused for three seconds. The flock of pigeons outside the window circled the clock tower once, then landed back down.

"The first five are for keeping people alive."

He turned around, and the light from the three dark red areas on the panel reflected in his pupils.

"Next one, let them stand up."

"Specific direction?"

Jiang Ming didn't answer. He walked back to the panel and zoomed in on the educational resource distribution map to the sub-Saharan region. His finger lingered for a long time at the border of Niger, Mali, and Burkina Faso, where the dark red was almost pure black.

He didn't speak.

Mirror 2 did not ask any further questions.

Jiang Ming took one last look at the Pacific fleet position indicator in the lower right corner of the panel. The three warships' glowing dots remained stationary above the Mariana Trench, marked with a downward blue arrow, indicating that Funina was underwater.

"Five nails were driven into the ground."

He closed all the interfaces one by one, until only the blue arrow remained.

"But the real crack is on the seabed."

The panel went dark. Jiang Ming turned and walked towards the bathroom, his footsteps echoing hollowly on the marble floor.

After closing the bathroom door, Mirror Number Two stood alone in the empty suite, with only a tiny line of text flashing in the void before him.

That's the real-time status monitoring of the rebuilt Crow God on the system panel.

Mirror 1's current location: 11°22'N, 142°35'E.

Depth: 9,480 meters, and still descending.

......

The Mariana Trench in the Pacific Ocean.

The depth is 9,400 meters.

Funinna's body was enveloped in a two-meter-thick sphere of purified water, and the blue light was the only source of light in the absolute darkness of the deep sea.

The mark between her eyebrows emitted a deep indigo glow, its edges beginning to turn gray.

Fifteen meters behind, Mirror One followed her and sank at a constant speed.

His survival mechanism is a three-layer nesting.

In its innermost layer, Weathering With You locks the temperature within a five-centimeter radius at 22 degrees Celsius and compresses the air pressure to one atmosphere, isolating it from the deadly environment of the deep sea.

In the middle layer, a blackish-green micro-plant membrane, controlled and induced by plants, covers the entire body. These non-photosynthetic algae do not rely on photosynthesis but maintain cell activity by decomposing trace amounts of organic matter in the water, while also acting as a physical buffer layer.

The outermost layer was the one-millimeter-thick water-purifying membrane that Funina left for him.

Without that membrane, the Abyss Noise would penetrate the first two layers of protection within three minutes and directly erode his conceptual level.

Funina didn't turn around to look at him; her attention was entirely focused ahead.

The outline of a black crystal cocoon emerged from the darkness of the abyss.

The massive structure, 300 meters high, had a surface covered with slowly shifting abyssal debris, and the eight-meter tear from the last dive was clearly visible.

The traces of purification are still visible at the edge of the rift, but the abyssal debris has begun to regrow into the rift.

Funina stopped fifty meters directly in front of the rift.

"One-third of the purification layer from last time was consumed."

Mirror One followed and stopped to her side and slightly behind.

His gaze pierced through the crack, revealing a chaotic zone churning violently within, with black and crimson-gold energies devouring each other at nearly twice the speed of their first descent.

"The activity of the chaos zone has doubled." His voice, transmitted through the vibration of water molecules, carried a slight distortion. "The larger the crack, the more active it is."

Funina did not respond.

She stretched her right hand toward the crack, her fingers spread, and a slender tentacle extended from the front of the water purification ball toward the crack.

The moment the tentacle touched the edge of the crack, the abyssal debris contracted violently, attempting to seal the gap.

The mark between Funina's eyebrows suddenly brightened, and the water tentacles forcefully withstood the contraction, keeping the crack at an eight-meter width.

"Change tactics."

She retracted her tentacles and glanced at Mirror One.

The deep indigo light reflected in her heterochromatic eyes, her left eye leaning towards blue and her right eye towards purple, both carrying a calculation that chilled to the bone.

"It's too stupid to peel it off from the outside; if you peel off one layer, it will grow two more. You should drive a wedge in from the crack."

Mirror One nodded: "How do we cooperate?"

Funinga reshaped the front end of the water purification ball, transforming it from a sphere into an extremely fine water blade.

"I embed purified water molecules deep into the cracks, pushing them in layer by layer, cutting off the self-repairing loop of the abyss's remnants. You plant things in the purified water layer I've built."

"What to plant?"

"Your plant," Furnessa said, her tone commanding, "the kind that can resist corrosion on a conceptual level. A living rivet, driven into the crack, so it can't grow back."

Mirror One remained silent for two seconds.

Since there are no natural materials available in the deep sea at a depth of 10,000 meters, he had to create a life form that did not exist in nature from scratch at the conceptual level.

Give me thirty seconds.

Funina did not wait for him.

The water blade had already pierced the edge of the crack, and the purified water molecules seeped inward along the crack. Each molecule was locked in a hydrogen-oxygen bond structure by her authority, and the abyssal residue could not decompose it.

The water wedge was advanced inch by inch.

Mirror One closed its eyes, and the concept of plant control operated to its limit within its body.

What he needs is not algae, not fungi, not any known life form.

He needs a plant whose cell walls can resist conceptual-level corrosion, that doesn't need sunlight or soil, but only the life force flowing in a clean water layer.

Twenty-seven seconds later, a ball of dark green light appeared in his palm.