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

the other side.

In the Sakura Country, at the Prime Minister's official residence, lies the "Holy Grail War Countermeasures Headquarters" located 300 meters underground.

Masao Sakamoto stood in front of the huge central screen, on which a densely packed grid map representing the entire Tokyo area was displayed, with countless green scanning points flashing incessantly, yet none of them ever turned red to indicate an alarm.

Operation "Demon Hunt" has entered its seventy-second hour.

Got nothing.

"Chief!" an intelligence analyst's voice suddenly rang out, filled with barely suppressed urgency. "We've just received seven separate death reports from different regions. The identities of the deceased have been confirmed, and they are all on our list of 'potentially linked individuals'!"

Masao Sakamoto did not move his body, but simply turned his head to the side.

"Report."

"None of the seven victims had any external injuries. The preliminary forensic examination determined that the cause of death for all of them was acute brain death caused by overactivity of the cerebral cortex. In layman's terms, they were scared to death."

There was dead silence in the conference room.

Everyone understands what this means.

Berserker.

That ghost king could precisely harvest lives in any corner of the city without any physical contact.

Operation "Demon Hunt" was a joke from the very beginning.

……

In the cramped rental room in Toshima Ward, where the monthly rent is 50,000 yen.

Shota Takahashi looked at the seven breaking news reports that popped up on his computer screen, each accompanied by a name he knew all too well.

Now, they are all dead.

"Haha...hahahahahaha!"

A maniacal laugh erupted from Takahashi Shota's throat. He laughed so hard his body curled up, tears and snot mingling and covering his entire face.

That felt so good.

The feeling of having other people's lives at your fingertips is wonderful.

In the shadows of the room, Shuten-dōji's figure slowly emerged. His golden beast eyes reflected Takahashi Shota's twisted madness, yet only revealed a trace of weariness.

"Those boring bugs have been cleaned up." Shuten-dōji's thoughts echoed directly in Takahashi Shota's mind. "This level of revenge isn't even an appetizer."

Shota Takahashi's laughter stopped abruptly.

"My Master, I need more interesting offerings."

Shuten-dōji took a step forward, and the terrifying aura of "demon" instantly filled the entire room.

"A sacrifice?" Shota Takahashi looked up, his eyes filled with a mixture of resentment and fanaticism.

The thrill of revenge did not satisfy him; instead, it catalyzed the deep-seated resentment and destructive desires within him, causing them to swell infinitely.

What he wanted was not just the death of a few people.

Shota Takahashi stretched out his right hand, staring fascinated at the hot, bloody mark on the back of his hand.

"Then..."

"Then let's destroy everyone, along with this boring world!"

Shuten-dōji grinned, revealing a bloodthirsty and satisfied smile.

This is what he wanted.

Pure, unrestrained destructive desire.

"As you wish."

........

next moment.

Shinjuku Ward, the world's busiest intersection.

As the green light turned on, a surge of people rushed towards the center of the intersection from all directions.

Without any warning.

A dark crack appeared out of nowhere in the middle of the asphalt road.

Immediately afterwards, the cracks expanded wildly at a speed that defied the laws of physics, and the ground crumbled and collapsed like a fragile biscuit.

A bottomless, enormous gash was forcibly torn open right at this busiest street corner.

Before the screams could even rang out, hundreds of passersby were plunged into absolute darkness.

Countermeasures Headquarters.

The piercing alarm sounded throughout the entire underground base.

"Report! Target spotted!"

"All CCTV signals at the Shinjuku intersection have been lost!"

On the central screen, hundreds of surveillance cameras representing the core area of ​​Shinjuku simultaneously turned into a jumble of static.

The Shinjuku earthquake triggered unprecedented panic.

The surviving crowd scattered in all directions like madmen, and serious stampedes occurred at every street corner.

The city's order completely collapsed at that moment.

Shuten-dōji slowly floated above the giant rift, his eyes closed, enjoying the tsunami-like fear, despair, and chaos coming from below.

Masao Sakamoto suddenly stood up and picked up the red communicator on the table.

"Order! 1st Division of the Ground Self-Defense Force, immediately blockade all main roads in Shinjuku!"

"Authorized to use live ammunition!"

A dozen minutes later.

Several Type 10 main battle tanks and Type 16 wheeled armored fighting vehicles, painted in camouflage, smashed through roadside guardrails and arrived at the chaotic scene.

The steel torrent quickly formed a massive encirclement.

Dozens of dark cannon barrels rose simultaneously, aiming at the red figure hovering above the crack.

"Warning! Unidentified personnel! Land immediately and undergo inspection!"

The warning blare from the loudspeaker sounded weak and ineffective against the chaotic background noise.

Shuten-dōji didn't even open his eyes.

"Warning ineffective!"

"Fire!"

Inside the command post, Masao Sakamoto issued a cold-blooded order.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Dozens of armor-piercing and high-explosive shells, leaving deadly trails, were fired at Shuten-dōji simultaneously.

Just as the cannonball was about to hit, a nearly transparent dark red barrier appeared around Shuten-dōji.

All the shells, the instant they hit the barrier...

They were like ice blocks thrown into a furnace, along with the metal bullets and explosives inside, instantly broken down into the most basic particles and dissipated into the air.

Unharmed.

Shuten-dōji slowly opened his golden beast eyes.

He raised his right hand and made a grasping motion in the air towards a Type 10 main battle tank on the ground.

The 44-ton main battle tank, a product of the pinnacle of modern industrial technology, emitted a sickening metallic creaking sound.

The thick composite armor was squeezed inward like a piece of paper by an invisible force, and the entire vehicle was crushed into a burning pile of scrap metal in just two seconds.

This scene sent a chill down the spines of all the Self-Defense Force members.

At the same time, two F-2 fighter jets from the Japan Air Self-Defense Force took off from Yokota Air Base and roared over Shinjuku.

"Target locked! Missile launched!"

Two air-to-ground missiles detached from their racks and hurtled toward Shuten-dōji at supersonic speed.

Shuten-dōji's figure suddenly vanished from the spot.

The next second, he was already in the flight path of one of the missiles, heading towards the deadly weapon at a speed several times faster than that of a fighter jet.

Just before the missile was about to hit him, Shuten-dōji reached out and grabbed the high-speed missile with his bare hands.

Then, with a forceful swing of his arm, he threw the missile backhand towards another F-2 fighter jet in the sky.

Boom!

A huge fireball exploded in the Tokyo night sky.

The ground forces' attack was completely ineffective.

Armored units were destroyed one after another under Shuten-dōji's indiscriminate attacks.

Tanks were crushed, armored vehicles were blown away; the scene resembled a one-sided massacre.

This scene was broadcast live in real time to the highest command centers of every major power via military satellites from around the world.

Countless top military experts, watching the powerlessness and fragility of modern warfare weapons in the face of that figure on the screen, fell into a long silence.

Inside a rented room in Toshima Ward.

Shota Takahashi watches this cataclysmic event through shared vision.

He was so excited by the extreme destructive power that he trembled all over, and his expression was extremely fanatical.

"Not enough! Still not enough!"

Shota Takahashi roared like a wild beast at the empty room.

"Kill them all! Burn this place down! Create even greater chaos!"

Countermeasures Headquarters.

Masao Sakamoto stared intently at the burning Shinjuku on the screen, and at the ever-rising casualty figures.

He picked up the red telephone on his desk, which had no dial pad, and connected to the Prime Minister's official hotline.

"Your Excellency the Prime Minister."

Masao Sakamoto's voice was eerily calm.

"I request that the National Supreme Emergency Act be invoked immediately."