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

New York, Manhattan.

Local time, 9:30 a.m.

"bite--!"

The opening bell at the New York Stock Exchange has just rung, heralding the start of a new day of financial speculation.

Traders, dressed in colorful vests, instantly threw themselves into their intense work, issuing countless instructions through terminals, with astronomical sums of wealth surging through the data stream.

This is Wall Street.

Every second, hundreds of millions of dollars change hands here, determining the life and death of countless companies around the world and dominating the fate of millions of families.

However, just ten seconds after the opening bell rang...

A sudden change occurred.

In front of the New York Stock Exchange, directly above the bronze bull sculpture symbolizing "strength and courage," the space three meters above it began to distort without warning.

The air seemed to have turned into a viscous liquid, with invisible ripples spreading outwards.

Immediately afterwards, countless fine golden arcs of electricity appeared out of thin air, rapidly moving and converging in the distorted space, eventually forming a huge energy vortex with a diameter of more than five meters that was slowly rotating.

That pure gold color did not belong to any known physical phenomenon; it was sacred and majestic, carrying an undeniable sense of oppression.

next second.

Shila-

On Wall Street, all electronic devices malfunctioned at the same instant.

The countless terminal screens in front of traders, the cell phones just raised by passersby, the giant "GG" signs that never stop in Times Square...

All the screens were instantly filled with dense golden snowflakes.

The entire financial district fell into a deathly silence, broken only by the traders' gasps and curses at the equipment malfunction.

Immediately afterwards, a gentle yet firm voice resounded clearly throughout Manhattan through all the jammed speakers, headphones, and radios.

"The only thing we need to fear is fear itself."

This famous American saying, ingrained in their very being, brought a brief pause to the chaos at the scene.

Countless people instinctively looked up, towards the source of the sound, towards that ominous golden vortex.

Under the astonished gaze of tens of thousands of people, a figure slowly descended from the center of the vortex.

He was a man dressed in a retro 1930s suit, sitting in an equally retro wheelchair, with a confident smile on his face—the very image of a young Franklin Delano Roosevelt.

He eventually landed on top of the bronze bull sculpture.

The wheels of the wheelchair rested steadily on the cold bronze bull's head, as if he were meant to sit there, overlooking the street paved with money and desire.

All the traders, police officers, and tourists on Wall Street stopped what they were doing.

People stared blankly at this scene that seemed like a miracle, and an eerie silence fell over the place.

Roosevelt, in his wheelchair, surveyed the speechless crowd below, his smile unchanged, but his eyes now held a touch of lion-like majesty.

He spoke again, his voice carrying throughout the entire venue via the ubiquitous broadcasting system.

"And now—let me become your fear."

The moment the words were spoken, the huge electronic trading screen inside the NYSE lit up again.

But the screen no longer displays flashing stock codes and indices.

Instead, a line of large, majestic golden characters scrolled continuously.

"I am Franklin Delano Roosevelt, summoned in response to the call, class: Archer."

The meeting has ended.

The New York Stock Exchange's core trading system, the supercomputer known as the "engine," completely failed after a piercing electrical shriek.

The chain reaction in global financial markets was triggered at this moment.

"Quickly! Seal off the area! Everyone back off!"

"Calling headquarters! Calling headquarters! We need heavy support! Target identity unknown, but possesses unknown EMP attack capabilities!"

Wall Street's private security forces and the New York City Police Department's Emergency Response Unit (ESU) were the first to respond.

Armed, they tried to rush towards the bronze bull sculpture and subdue the eerie man.

However, an invisible force field blocked their way.

Anyone who tried to get within 100 meters of the bronze bull sculpture seemed to have hit an invisible wall, unable to move forward even an inch.

Roosevelt, in his wheelchair, completely ignored the chaos on the ground.

He activated his unique skill, [Guide to the New Policy EX].

Roosevelt slowly raised his right hand, extended a finger, and pointed from a distance of several hundred meters at the JPMorgan Chase global headquarters building, a symbol of financial giants.

Roosevelt announced his first executive order in a calm tone.

"In the name of the new policy, an 'excessive wealth tax' is levied here."

A declaration is law.

The moment those words were spoken, an incredible phenomenon occurred in all the financial exchanges around the world that were not yet completely paralyzed.

JPMorgan Chase's stock ticker "JPM" was forcibly removed from all quotation systems by an invisible force.

Its enormous market value plummeted from nearly $500 billion to zero in just three seconds.

At the same time, its massive digital assets, numbering in the trillions and hosted on servers around the world, began to disappear at a speed that defies all logic.

This vanished wealth did not flow into any known bank accounts or digital wallets.

They were directly transformed into the purest magical energy by Roosevelt's power.

A massive, almost tangible torrent of golden energy was drawn from the top of the JPMorgan Chase headquarters building, traversed space, and flowed into Roosevelt's body.

He gathered this immense energy at his fingertips, and an invisible arrow, composed entirely of golden light, slowly took shape.

Then, Roosevelt lightly flicked the air above New York.

An invisible arrow shot silently into the sky.

The next second, the golden arrow exploded with a bang a thousand meters in the air.

It made no sound, but transformed into billions of tiny golden specks of light, like the gentlest spring rain, precisely and purposefully scattering towards the various slums of New York City.

Inside a dilapidated apartment in Brooklyn.

A single mother is looking at the ultimatum demanding rent payment, her brow furrowed with worry.

Her phone suddenly vibrated.

A bank notification message appeared on the screen indicating a deposit.

「您的帐户尾号7749于11月8日09时36分入帐：$25,000.00美元。」

Outside a shelter filled with homeless people in Queens.

A man who became homeless due to unemployment had only a few coins left in his pocket.

His old phone, with its cracked screen, also received a message.

Incoming amount: $8,800.00 USD.

Harlem, the Bronx...

In these forgotten corners of prosperity, countless people at the bottom of society, who were worrying about their next meal, next month's rent, and their children's tuition, received bank deposit notifications almost at the same time.

The amounts range from several thousand to tens of thousands of dollars, as if they were a gift from heaven.

An unprecedented, irrational, and lawless "redistribution of wealth" was completed in just five minutes.

The total amount involved exceeds hundreds of billions of US dollars.

The global financial community was thus plunged into an unprecedented and profound panic and collapse.

Wall Street, atop the Charging Bull sculpture.

Having accomplished all this, Roosevelt looked down at the frenzied financial elites and the police who were trying to attack the invisible barrier with weapons, and simply gave them a gentle smile.

Then, his figure, along with the ancient wheelchair, transformed into countless golden particles, slowly dissipating into the air.

All that remains is a completely paralyzed New York Stock Exchange, financial professionals driven to madness, and on the other side of the city, countless ordinary people staring at their phone screens, unable to believe their eyes.