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

On the other side of the world, in Washington, D.C., at the Roosevelt Memorial Park.

As night deepened, the public and National Guard had all withdrawn, leaving only tens of thousands of candles flickering on the ground, forming a silent sea of ​​stars.

Apart from this candlelight, the park was deserted.

Three V-22 Osprey tiltrotor aircraft shattered the night's tranquility, landing almost violently on the wide road outside the park, the swirling air extinguishing dozens of candles nearby.

The hatch opened.

The current president stepped out of the plane, flanked by the Minister of Defense and the Minister of Finance.

A small, streamlined negotiation team followed, all dressed in dark suits.

At this moment, the president led his team through a path outlined by candlelight toward the center of the park.

There, Archer Roosevelt sat quietly in his wheelchair, with his descendant, Anna Roosevelt, standing beside him.

They waited quietly beneath the bronze statue that belonged to Franklin Delano Roosevelt himself.

The president stopped ten meters away from the statue and spoke, his voice deliberately lowered to show a sense of composure and control.

"Mr. Roosevelt, for the sake of national security, I suggest that we move to a more secure facility, completely isolated from the outside world, for some issues that require absolute secrecy."

Archer Roosevelt did not move or even adjust his posture; he simply responded calmly.

"No need, Mr. President. The negotiations will take place right here."

"And the entire process was broadcast live to the world."

The president's facial muscles tensed instantly, and the defense minister and finance minister beside him exchanged a look of astonishment.

"That's absolutely impossible." The president's voice lost its previous composure. "Some issues involve core national secrets and cannot possibly be discussed on a global live broadcast."

Archer Roosevelt's response remained mild, but its content was unwavering.

"The issues we are discussing are issues that need to be witnessed by all the people of America, and indeed the whole world."

The air freezes.

The president's team stood on one side, representing the country's existing order and power structure.

Archer Roosevelt and Anna, on the other side, represent a disruptive new force.

The two sides stood silently facing each other on either side of the bronze statue, the night wind blowing the candlelight, and the light and shadow dancing on everyone's faces.

Ultimately, it was the president who made the first concession; he took a deep breath, seemingly having made a difficult decision.

"All right."

"We can talk right here."

"However, I cannot broadcast it live; that's my bottom line."

Having received this minimum assurance, the president took two steps forward and got to the point.

"Mr. Roosevelt, on behalf of the Government of the United States of America, I present you with the first proposal."

"The government can provide you with all the necessary assistance, including intelligence, resources, and support in dealing with other superhumans."

"In exchange, you must accept the government's leadership, become a strategic weapon of the nation, and serve the interests of the United States."

Archer Roosevelt listened quietly without answering immediately.

He seemed to be considering the feasibility of the proposal, and the only sounds in the park were the wind and the faint crackling of candlelight.

After a moment, he slowly shook his head.

"I cannot accept your proposal."

"Now, listen to my terms."

With that statement, the initiative in the negotiations completely shifted to the other side.

"During my participation in and victory in this 'Holy Grail War,' the United States of America must transfer supreme executive power to me."

"Furthermore, my New Era Bill of Rights must be fully and thoroughly implemented."

"That's impossible!" The Secretary of Defense could no longer remain silent. He stepped forward and retorted sharply, "That's treason! You're asking the president to voluntarily relinquish power and subvert the Constitution!"

"Your actions are tantamount to declaring war on the entire United States of America!"

Ignoring the Secretary of Defense's anger, Archer Roosevelt turned his attention to the incumbent president.

"The ultimate victor of the Holy Grail War will receive a wish-granting machine that can grant any wish—the Holy Grail."

"Mr. President, which is more important, the future of the nation or an opportunity to fulfill any wish?"

The president and his ministers fell into a long silence.

The word "Holy Grail" exploded in their minds like a bombshell, completely overturning their understanding of the event.

This is no longer a simple supernatural crisis management, but a high-stakes gamble concerning the fate of the nation.

The finance minister pushed up his glasses and spoke in a dry voice.

"What are the limitations on the wishes that the Holy Grail can grant?"

Archer Roosevelt provided specific examples.

"For example, it could give America access to technology that is a century ahead of the world, or it could make your trillions of dollars in national debt disappear into thin air."

Each example precisely struck at the most vulnerable nerves of the politicians present.

The president and the two ministers immediately huddled together for an urgent internal discussion in hushed tones.

Their expressions shifted constantly between struggle, weighing options, and greed.

A few minutes later, the president turned back to Archer Roosevelt, his breathing somewhat rapid.

"We can cooperate with you to push through the bill, but we need insurance."

"The government will select a citizen who is absolutely loyal to the country to become your Master."

"In this way, we can establish the most basic connection and trust between us."

Archer Roosevelt pondered for a moment; this plan was exactly what he had anticipated.

"Can."

"But I have one condition."

"Until the Holy Grail War officially begins, all my decrees must be carried out unconditionally."

A flicker of struggle crossed the president's face, but he was ultimately overwhelmed by a greater temptation. He knew he had no choice but to comply.

Finally, he extended his right hand.

"make a deal."

Archer Roosevelt remained seated in his wheelchair, not getting up.

He also extended his hand and shook hands with the current president.

...

The next day, early in the morning.

The White House held a global press conference that attracted worldwide attention.

The current president stood personally at the podium, facing countless flashing lights, and announced to the world in an unprecedentedly solemn tone.

The United States government of America will engage in full cooperation with Franklin Delano Roosevelt, the "Guardian who descended as the Archer class".

Both sides will jointly establish a temporary wartime supreme council to address the common challenge and opportunity that all humanity will face in the "Holy Grail War".

The announcement has been released.

The world was shocked.

"My God, has the president gone mad? He's handing the country over to a... a ghost?" a CNN anchor shouted during a live broadcast, but he was immediately cut off by the director.

However, his words have already spread throughout the world via countless mobile phone screens.

Wall Street traders who saw this news push felt as if all their blood had been drained in an instant.

The entity that wiped out JPMorgan Chase's market value out of thin air has now rightfully become one of the country's top decision-makers.

The fear index instantly broke through historical extremes. If global markets hadn't already come to a standstill, an unprecedented financial tsunami would have swallowed everything in an instant.

In contrast to the widespread lamentation in the financial world, in countless slums in New York, Chicago, and Detroit, people took to the streets, holding up their phones with news of the president's cooperation with Roosevelt on the screens.

Deafening cheers erupted one after another, and countless people were moved to tears, regarding it as a miracle, a response from the savior to the believers.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the ocean in China, the internet was already a sea of ​​joy.

"Holy crap! Even a script wouldn't dare write something like this! Has the US just abdicated?"

"What does it mean to have the emperor guard the nation's gates and the monarch die for the country? (Leans back strategically)! Emperor Wu of the United States is awesome!"

"I declare that from this day forward, this is my spiritual homeland! Comrades, for the Federation! Hurrah!"

"Upstairs, you've got the wrong channel! But seriously, the Roosevelt family's move was like going from bronze to king, making it arguably the strongest investment in history."

The hashtag #AmericanPeopleWelcomeTheKings has resurfaced, it's hilarious!

The world's top intelligence agencies have been plunged into unprecedented chaos and frantic activity.

The Pentagon's cooperation means that, in theory, the U.S. military's global military power can be mobilized by that entity called Archer.

An entity possessing extraordinary power and wielding the world's strongest conventional military force is not just a challenge, but a disruption.

The Sistine Chapel in Vatican City.

The Pope stared at the urgent intelligence transmitted through the encrypted line, remaining silent for a long time.

Joan of Arc asked the Church to help maintain order, while America chose to become deeply involved with the participants, embarking on a completely different path.

"Lord..." the old pope murmured to himself, "What kind of future do you want to see?"

Meanwhile, at Longhu Mountain, Zhang Ruoxu also received intelligence from his disciple.

The old master looked at the news headline on his phone screen, and for the first time, a hint of surprise appeared on his usually calm face.

Li Bai, who was behind him, also saw the message, and the white-robed swordsman let out a soft laugh.

"interesting."

"It seems this human drama is even more spectacular than I imagined."