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

Rome, Italy.

Space was torn apart and then reconstructed in an instant.

One second they were in the luxurious living room of Tomson Riviera in Shanghai, and the next second, Jiang Ming and Mirror No. 2 were in a completely unfamiliar presidential suite.

The suite is decorated in a classic European palatial style, with velvet-covered sofas and heavy oak furniture under an elaborate crystal chandelier.

Jiang Ming walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window and looked out.

Outside the window, a magnificent domed building stands silently in the night—St. Peter's Basilica in the Vatican.

"Give me a new identity."

Jiang Ming gave the order without turning his head.

Mirror 2 behind them offered no response, but in the invisible network world, a storm was brewing at a speed beyond human comprehension.

[Data Control] Capabilities are activated at full power.

In less than 0.01 seconds, a Swedish art investor named "Alex Andersen" appeared out of thin air in the world.

The next morning.

Jiang Ming changed into casual clothes and walked with Mirror 2 on the road leading to St. Peter's Square.

The ability to "cognitive shielding" enveloped the two of them.

They were like ghosts walking among humans.

Crowded tourists brushed past them, but no one even glanced at them.

This feeling of being ignored by the whole world gave Jiang Ming an ultimate sense of freedom.

As he entered St. Peter's Basilica, he was immediately struck by its grandeur and sacred atmosphere.

Jiang Ming raised his head, his gaze passing through the layers of tourists and landing on Michelangelo's ceiling fresco "The Creation of Adam".

Even with Jiang Ming's current perspective, he has to admit that this is a treasure of human art.

Not far away, two clergymen dressed in black robes were talking in hushed tones.

"...His Holiness the Pope will personally preside over tomorrow's morning Mass, which will be the grandest one this year and will be watched by the whole world."

"Yes, may the Lord's glory shine upon the world."

As Jiang Ming listened to their conversation, a slight smile appeared on his lips.

What he wants is the world's attention.

Jiang Ming walked slowly through the church.

In his mind, a far grander spectacle than "First Snow in Yuzhang" and "A Sword Cuts the River" was being rapidly conceived, with every detail being meticulously considered.

He wants to introduce a new character here for the "Holy Grail War" he is directing.

A character powerful enough to drive believers around the world crazy.

Night fell again.

Jiang Ming sat on the sofa in the presidential suite, with top-quality food and fine wines laid out in front of him.

Mirror 2 stood quietly by, like the perfect butler.

After enjoying the delicious food, Jiang Ming wiped his mouth, leaned back in the soft sofa, and opened the [Mirror Doll] ability interface in his mind.

A series of instructions were clearly constructed in Jiang Ming's mind.

"Template locked: Joan of Arc"

"The job class is set to 'Ruler'."

"Invest 1,500,000 emotional points."

"Begin to create."

……

the next day.

St. Peter's Basilica in Vatican City.

Morning Mass is in progress.

Dressed in magnificent vestments, the Pope stood before the altar, presiding over the ceremony in solemn Latin.

Inside the church, thousands of believers from all over the world packed the place, their faces filled with piety and fervor as they softly chanted prayers.

Tens of thousands of tourists and believers gathered in St. Peter's Square outside the church, watching the grand religious ceremony simultaneously on a giant screen.

CNN, BBC, and other top global media outlets are broadcasting the entire event live.

The atmosphere was extremely solemn and respectful.

The Mass reached its climax.

Just as the Pope raised the Holy Grail, preparing to bless all believers.

A sudden change occurred.

Beyond the church dome, the once azure sky was unexpectedly dyed a pure, sacred gold.

At the same time, all signals broadcasting this mass globally, whether satellite or internet signals, were forcibly taken over by an irresistible force of unknown origin.

The scene before hundreds of millions of viewers worldwide instantly shifted from the Pope inside the church to the eerie golden sky above the Vatican.

"Oh my God! What is that?!"

"The signal has been hijacked! We can't switch back!"

"Look at the sky!"

Exclamations of surprise echoed across the square.

People looked up at the sky, and then they all froze.

A golden beam of light, over thirty meters in diameter, fell vertically from the sky.

The beam of light descended slowly, but it carried an undeniable majesty.

Its target was precisely the massive dome of St. Peter's Basilica.

The crowd in the square erupted in terrified screams, thinking it was an attack by some kind of space-based weapon.

However, the beam of light did not cause any explosion or damage the moment it touched the dome.

It simply enveloped the entire church quietly, the golden light flowing like water, making this sacred building appear like a heavenly kingdom.

At the core of the golden pillar of light.

A figure is slowly descending.

It was a young girl.

She was dressed in full silver armor, the style of which was simple and elegant, and it was engraved with iris patterns.

In her left hand, she gripped a huge banner tightly, which fluttered in the golden light.

Her short, brilliant blonde hair shone brightly in the sunlight.

Her face was so beautiful it seemed otherworldly, but her azure eyes held a deep sorrow that belied her age.

The moment the girl appeared.

A grand, ethereal, and sacred choir chorus echoed through the entire city of Rome.

The singing seemed to come directly from heaven.

Everyone who hears the song, no matter where they are or what they are doing, has their inner violence, anxiety, and all negative thoughts completely soothed in that instant, leaving only the purest tranquility and peace.

Inside and outside the church, tens of thousands of believers and tourists were completely stunned.

A few seconds later.

A frenzied wave erupted instantly.

"A miracle! This is a miracle!"

"It's an angel! An angel sent by the Lord has descended!"

...

Countless people knelt on the ground, tears streaming down their faces, praying and cheering wildly for the girl in the sky.

Many more people, their hands trembling, raised their phones and frantically filmed this unbelievable scene.

Inside the church, the elderly pope gazed up at the golden light streaming in from the dome and the holy figure within it. His cloudy eyes were wide open, and his body trembled violently.

"Clatter".

The golden scepter, symbolizing supreme authority, slipped from his hand and fell onto the cold marble floor.

Joan of Arc, hovering above the cathedral dome, did not speak.

But her solemn and compassionate voice, which did not belong to any human language but could be understood by everyone, was directly transmitted to the minds of everyone who looked at her.

"I declare my true name—Joan of Arc."

This sound, like a morning bell and evening drum, resounded deep within everyone's soul.

Immediately following, the second announcement arrived.

"I hereby declare my rank—Ruler."

Before she finished speaking, Joan of Arc raised the huge banner high in her hand.

Bathed in golden light, the banner was fully unfurled, its intricate and sacred emblems gleaming with dazzling brilliance.

Her voice, carrying an undeniable authority, resonated in everyone's consciousness.

"In the name of the Holy Grail, I have come into this world as the Judge."

"I am not seeking to seize the Holy Grail, nor to fulfill any personal desires, but merely to oversee this war and ensure the basic order of the Holy Grail War."

That concludes the announcement.

Joan of Arc's compassionate blue eyes slowly swept over the crowd at her feet, which had fallen into utter frenzy.

Then Joan of Arc's body began to transform inch by inch from her feet into billions of golden light particles.

These light particles, like living fireflies, hovered and danced in the air before slowly and silently dissipating into the morning air.