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

Twelve hours after the Roosevelt massacre in New York.

Global financial markets remain in an unprecedented state of shutdown.

All trading systems associated with the NYSE were reduced to a meaningless jumble of characters, and the high-speed data exchange upon which the modern financial system depends was forcibly severed by an invisible hand.

The Pentagon has entered its highest level of alert, with several military satellites adjusting their orbits to focus all their detection capabilities on the North American continent in an attempt to detect any unusual energy fluctuations.

The White House fell into an eerie silence, issuing no official statement and ceasing updates to the president's social media accounts.

This collective silence from officials has ironically become the perfect breeding ground for public opinion to ferment.

Unlike the panic and jubilation within America, the Asian internet across the ocean had already become a sea of ​​joy.

A "Holy Grail War" in Tokyo?

That thing is terrifying; even ordinary people are scared just looking at it.

But the "Roosevelt's return" incident in New York was a perfect source of amusement for East Asian netizens.

Chinese netizens, in particular, began to deconstruct and "play with memes" with an almost fanatical attitude.

On various social media platforms in China, the hashtag "#AmericanPeopleWelcomeTheKings" quickly rose to the top three trending topics within just a few hours.

The style of the comments under this topic is even more unique.

"Who in the family would understand? I woke up to find a hunky guy suddenly appearing out of nowhere in America, and it was all fast-forwarded to 'land reform and land redistribution'!"

"Upstairs, you're missing the point! This isn't called 'taking down the rich,' it's called 'By the Mandate of Heaven, Roosevelt decrees: Reduce the power of the feudal lords!' Those bastards on Wall Street are practically modern-day feudal kings!"

A photoshopped image was posted as the top comment under this post.

The image features a classic black-and-white photograph of Ross FDR, but it has been photoshopped to include a magnificent imperial crown. The background shows a burning Wall Street, and below the image is a bold, imposing caption: "I am the New Deal!"

Soon, another nickname was unearthed by netizens and spread virally.

"Emperor Wu!"

"Hahaha, the title 'Emperor Wu of the United States' is brilliant! Emperor Wu of Han fought the Xiongnu abroad and implemented the 'Enfeoffment Edict' at home. Look at Roosevelt, he fought fascism abroad and directly crushed capitalists with a 94% tax rate at home. What else could this be but 'Emperor Wu'?"

"The First Emperor unified the six kingdoms; the Magnificent Emperor pacified the streets! No problem!"

"Records of the Grand Historian: Annals of the United States: Emperor Jing of Han was indecisive and the country was declining. Trump replaced him and imposed heavy taxes, causing the people to suffer. Biden succeeded him, but he was old and senile, and the country was on the verge of collapse. In the winter of the year Xin Chou, a strange phenomenon appeared in New York. Emperor Taizu Roosevelt emerged from golden clouds in a wheelchair and said: 'I see that this country is rotten and corrupt. I have returned to the world to set things right!' He then distributed hundreds of billions of dollars. The poor were overjoyed, and the rich were shocked. This event is known as the 'Chinatown Incident'."

This post, written in a semi-classical style reminiscent of the Records of the Grand Historian, has been reposted by countless marketing accounts and forums, and has been followed by tens of thousands of replies.

"Hurry up and write, I'll pay for the update!"

"Putting everything else aside, just for the line 'emerging from the golden clouds in a wheelchair,' I'd give a reward of 100 million!"

"I hereby declare that from today onwards, I am a die-hard fan of Emperor Meiwu! Anyone who opposes him will be attacked!"

"Hey upstairs, why are you, a Chinese person, a fan of President America?"

"I'm not a fan of President America, I'm a fan of that tough guy who can hang capitalists on lampposts! People like that are a precious treasure to the whole world!"

This online frenzy completely transformed what was originally a serious and terrifying supernatural event into a meme-making movement involving the entire population.

Countless Asian netizens are watching with great interest as America is about to stage an internal rift triggered by supernatural powers.

……

at the same time.

Vatican City, Italy.

Several days have passed since the arrival of "Joan of Arc".

The Vatican announced that it is conducting an in-depth theological seminar on "divine revelation" and has suspended all public activities.

But beneath this calm announcement lies an unprecedented atmosphere of tension.

Deep inside St. Peter's Basilica.

The prayer room, which is not open to the public, was dimly lit.

This place houses several ancient relics that have been passed down from the Middle Ages, each of them priceless, and is usually under heavy guard.

A young nun named Anna is conducting a routine cleaning check.

She carefully wiped the glass case containing the sacred objects, murmuring a prayer in a low voice.

When she reached the center of the prayer room, she suddenly stopped.

There, a figure stood quietly with his back to her.

It was a girl clad in full silver armor, her short, brilliant golden hair still radiating a faint glow in the dim light.

Anna's breathing stopped.

She recognized the outfit.

It is exactly the same as the "Joan of Arc" that descended upon Vatican City in front of the whole world a few days ago.

Her body stiffened instantly, her mind went blank, and her throat felt like it was blocked by something, preventing her from making any sound.

Just then.

The silver-armored girl slowly opened her eyes.

She turned around, her azure eyes calmly falling on Anna.

She didn't speak, but simply nodded slightly to the frightened young nun as a greeting.

This action became the final straw that broke Anna's spirits.

"ah--!"

A short, sharp scream.

Anna dropped her cleaning tools with a clatter to the ground, turned and ran, using all her strength to rush out of the prayer room.

Her actions immediately alerted the Swiss Guard soldiers patrolling the corridor.

Two guards wielding halberds immediately stopped her.

"What happened, Sister Anna!"

Anna's face was deathly pale. She pointed to the door of the prayer room behind her, her lips trembling as she repeated a single word incoherently.

"The Holy Maiden...she's inside...she hasn't left..."

Upon hearing this, the captain of the guards' expression changed drastically.

He immediately reported the message via walkie-talkie using the highest level of encryption.

At the same time, an order was given to completely seal off the entire area where the prayer room was located.

The message reached the Pope's desk within five minutes.

The elderly pope is dealing with urgent emails from cardinals around the world.

When he saw the report written by the Swiss Guard commander himself, his wrinkled fingers stopped on the keyboard.

He slowly got up.

Instead of summoning any cardinals, he directly called the commander of the Swiss Guard and his chief theological advisor via internal telephone.

"Come to my study immediately."

Ten minutes later.

The Pope changed into his most solemn and elaborate white ceremonial robes, and held in his hand the golden scepter that symbolized the highest divine authority on earth.

He left his room.

The group walked through a heavily guarded corridor.

All the clergy encountered along the way were ordered by the guards to bow their heads, stand against the wall, and not look directly at the Pope's procession.

The chief theological advisor stood beside the pope, reporting quickly in a very low voice.

"Your Majesty, according to historical documents, this saint who called herself 'Joan of Arc' was indeed a national hero in French history, but her canonization process... was highly controversial at the time, and she was even sentenced to be burned at the stake by the Church as a heretic."

The Pope remained expressionless and did not respond.

His steps stopped in front of the ancient wooden door, which was sealed off by layers of guards.

"Everyone, step back fifty meters."

The Pope commanded in an unquestionable tone.

The guards immediately obeyed the order and quickly retreated, leaving a large open space.

The Pope, accompanied only by his chief theological advisor, walked toward the door.

He extended his white-gloved right hand, pausing for a few seconds just before touching the cold brass doorknob.

He took a deep breath.

Then, he forcefully pushed open the door to the prayer room.

A soft golden light poured out from the crack in the door, completely enveloping him and his advisor.

Inside the door.

Joan of Arc, clad in silver armor, had turned around and was calmly gazing at the two who had entered, the highest leaders of the Catholic Church in the mortal world.

"You've arrived."

Her voice resonated directly in their minds.

The Pope and his chief advisor entered the prayer room.

The wooden door behind them creaked shut automatically.

The light in the room did not come from any lamps, but from Joan of Arc herself; she was like a walking source of light.

The Pope stood three meters in front of Joan of Arc.

He slowly raised the golden scepter in his hand and asked in ancient and solemn Latin:

"Quis es? Et in cuius nomine venisti?"

(Who are you? In whose name do you come?)

Joan of Arc's face remained expressionless, and she responded in a more fluent and purer form of classical Latin:

"Ego sum Ioanna, classis mea Ruler est. Ad hanc mundi Calicis Bellum supervisum, ad vocationem 『Domini』 respondi."

(I am Jeanne d'Arc, Ruler class, who has come to oversee the Holy Grail War in this world in response to the Lord's call.)

The chief advisor's face turned deathly pale instantly. He stepped forward and questioned the advisor in trembling Latin.

"Bellum Calicis? Hoc in Sacra Scriptura et traditione Ecclesiae numquam memoratum est!"

(The Holy Grail War? This has never been recorded in the Bible or in church doctrine!)

Joan of Arc turned her gaze to him, her eyes filled with a hint of pity.

"Scriptura praeterita refert, sed miracula futura demonstrant. Mundus in novam aetatem ingressus est."

(Classics record the past, while miracles herald the future; the world has entered a new era.)

The Pope listened to everything in silence.

He raised his scepter again, took a step forward, and looked directly into Joan of Arc's blue eyes, asking the most crucial and fatal question.

"『Dominus』 tuus, et 『Dominus』 noster…idem est?”

(Is your "Lord" the same as our "Lord"?)

This question determines the Church's stance and whether the "saint" before them is an embodiment of miracles or a heretic cloaked in holiness.

Joan of Arc remained silent for a moment.

She then gave an ambiguous yet undeniably powerful answer.

"Ego ad regulas huius mundi tuendas pugno. Fides mea scutum meum est. Quod ad definitionem 『Domini』 attinet, ex cognitione vestra pendet."

(I fight to uphold the 'rules' of this world; my faith is my shield. As for the definition of 'Lord,' that depends on your understanding.)

The Pope understood.

The other party did not come seeking church recognition.

She came to deliver a "notification".

His hand holding the scepter relaxed slightly.

The old man, who had lived for nearly ninety years, slowly lowered the scepter in his hand, bowed slightly to the girl in front of him, and performed an ancient ritual that only appeared in the coronation ceremony of the ancient pope.

"So, Your Excellency, what are the rules of this war? And what role should the Church play in this war?"

A hint of approval finally appeared on Joan of Arc's face.

"Three participants in this war have appeared in this world: Saber, Berserker, and Archer. Your duty is to assist me in maintaining basic order in the war and preventing the participants from carrying out large-scale massacres of innocent mortals."

The Pope closed his eyes, processing the massive amount of information.

A few seconds later, he opened his eyes again, his gaze now incredibly determined.

He turned and pushed open the door to the prayer room, issuing the first real order since Joan of Arc's arrival to the Swiss Guard commander who was anxiously waiting outside.

"In my name, I summon all the cardinals who are currently in Rome to a secret meeting of the highest order in the Sistine Chapel one hour from now."