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

Madara Uchiha's announcement of the "Infinite Tsukuyomi" was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears through the hijacked global signal.

The skies over Hiroshima.

The enormous meteorite, with a diameter of over thirty meters, stood there silently, like a divine punishment hanging over the Sword of Damocles.

Its shadow has become a shared nightmare for the whole world.

Fear gripped everyone's hearts in an instant.

……

Kyoto, China, Ninth Bureau Command Center.

The atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

On the main screen, satellite images were being transmitted in real time, showing the view of Hiroshima, with every crater of the meteorite clearly visible.

"Infinite Tsukuyomi..."

Chen Jianguo frowned, repeating the unfamiliar word over and over.

"Immediately organize linguists and cultural consultants to analyze the origin and precise meaning of this word!"

The order was quickly relayed.

A few minutes later, a young analyst wearing black-rimmed glasses, who looked to be no more than twenty-five or twenty-six years old, walked quickly to Chen Jianguo with a tablet computer in his hand.

His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his voice trembled slightly.

"Director... Professors... we... may have found a source."

"explain."

Chen Jianguo's words were concise and to the point.

The young analyst took a deep breath and turned the tablet screen toward the crowd.

The screen displays a Japanese manga series called "Naruto," which ended decades ago.

He swiped his finger, and the image finally froze on chapter 677 of the comic.

In the scene, a character who looks remarkably similar to the man in the sky above Hiroshima is casting a spell called "Infinite Tsukuyomi".

According to the manga, "Infinite Tsukuyomi" is an ultimate illusion that can drag everyone in the world into an eternal dream world to create a "perfect world" without war and suffering.

The voices of young analysts are fading.

Because he saw that all the experienced senior experts and professors in the command center were looking at him as if he were crazy.

How can a comic book explain a supernatural crisis that could destroy the world?

This sounds utterly absurd.

However, Chen Jianguo stared intently at the comic strip on the screen, then looked up at the hovering meteorite on the main screen.

His expression was more solemn than ever before.

The same scene was also playing out at the Pentagon’s Paranormal Threat Response Command (PTRC).

……

On the global internet, the first to react are always the young people immersed in the ACG culture.

When Madara Uchiha uttered the words "Infinite Tsukuyomi," they understood the terrifying meaning behind those words faster than any official institution in any country.

"Holy crap! Infinite Tsukuyomi? Is this the Infinite Tsukuyomi I was thinking of?"

"Stop joking! This isn't how the script is supposed to go! How did a final boss suddenly appear in the Holy Grail War?"

"Hey upstairs, don't be silly! Look at that meteor over Hiroshima! That's a celestial meteor! It's definitely a celestial meteor!"

Panic spread exponentially on social media.

Countless anime fans took screenshots of the manga's descriptions of the "Infinite Tsukuyomi" concept, its activation conditions, and its final effects, and combined them with satellite footage of the meteorite, then frantically shared them across every corner of the internet.

Meanwhile, on the Discord server of the "Holy Grail War Folk Research Association".

The atmosphere here has shifted from initial excitement and curiosity to a bone-chilling cold.

A tech expert conducted a pixel-level comparative analysis of the satellite livestream footage of the meteorite and the scene in the manga where Madara Uchiha unleashes "Heavenly Obstruction Star".

"...Based on the proportions of the shadow and known buildings, the meteorite's diameter is estimated to be approximately 34.7 meters, almost identical to the depiction in the comic."

"This is not a projection, nor is it an illusion created by some high-tech weapon."

"Ladies and gentlemen, that is a real meteorite that was forcibly pulled down from outer space."

After this analysis report was pinned to the top, the server fell into a long period of silence.

It shattered the last shred of hope in everyone's hearts.

This is not a drill.

This is not a movie.

A fictional villain from a comic book descends into reality with his plan to destroy the world.

#HumanityIsEnding#

#GoodbyeHiroshima#

#Do we all dream?#

Within just a few minutes, a series of despairing tags surged to the top of the trending lists on all social media platforms worldwide.

Small-scale riots have begun to break out in cities around the world.

Countless people flocked to supermarkets and convenience stores, frantically buying up daily necessities in preparation for the impending apocalypse.

……

Rome, inside the presidential suite.

Jiang Ming leaned back on the soft sofa, quietly watching the light screen projected by Mirror Doll No. 2 in front of him.

On the screen, a split display showed the chaotic scenes around the world caused by the arrival of Uchiha Madara.

Deep within his consciousness, on the panel of the [Fate Selection System], the number representing his emotional value was skyrocketing at an unprecedented rate.

750 million...

Eight hundred million...

Nine hundred million...

One billion!

In just half an hour, the massive energy provided by the two extreme negative emotions of "fear" and "despair" easily pushed his total emotional value past the billion mark.

"Indeed, fear is the ultimate code for emotional manipulation."

Jiang Ming picked up the coffee on the table, took a small sip, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

Madara Uchiha's card worked even better than he expected.

Just when the whole world was immersed in the despair of the impending apocalypse.

I don't know who was the first to utter a faint cry online.

"We...we still have hope!"

"Has everyone forgotten? In Tokyo, who was the Berserker named Shuten-dōji who was defeated?"

"It's Ruler! It's Joan of Arc!"

"Yes! The Arbitrators! The Holy Grail War still has Arbitrators maintaining order!"

This comment was like a pebble thrown into a dark pool, instantly creating ripples.

In their despair, people finally grasped at a straw.

They remembered the silver-armored girl who descended from the sky wielding a holy banner and single-handedly purified the night parade of demons.

Thus, a new wave began to gather on the internet.

Countless people flooded the Vatican's official social media accounts.

"Please! Quickly, ask Joan of Arc for help!"

"@Vatican City, the world is about to end! Where is your saint?"

"Lord, please send your messenger again to save your lost sheep!"

"My Lord! Please save us!"

Pray, question, pray...

Messages in various languages ​​poured in like snowflakes.

This online prayer, spontaneously gathered by netizens around the world, quickly coalesced into a torrent.

#Joan of Arc save us#

This brand-new term, in just thirty minutes, overwhelmingly surpassed all negative terms and topped the global trending search list.

……

The Sistine Chapel in Vatican City.

Above the dome stands Michelangelo's immortal masterpiece, "The Creation of Adam".

The elderly pope, dressed in a solemn robe and holding a golden scepter, stood quietly before the fresco "The Last Judgment".

In front of him was a huge electronic screen.

On the screen, the menacing meteorite over Hiroshima was clearly displayed, along with the flood of prayers from people around the world pouring into social media below.

Inside the church, all was silent.

Only the heavy breathing of the cardinals could be heard.

Behind the Pope, Joan of Arc, clad in silver armor, stood quietly.

Her long golden hair flowed like sunlight, and her turquoise eyes were as calm as water.

a long time.

The Pope slowly turned around, his aged gaze falling on Joan of Arc.

"Your Excellency the Arbitrator."

"Are you confident in facing such an enemy?"

Joan of Arc nodded slightly, her voice clear and firm.

"Your Holiness the Pope."

"The arbiter's duty is to uphold the fundamental rules of the Holy Grail War and punish those who violate them."

"This has nothing to do with the odds of winning."

Her answer, while offering no promises, demonstrated an unquestionable determination.

A flicker of understanding crossed the Pope's cloudy eyes.

He got it.

Victory and defeat are considerations for mortals.

The one before us, however, follows sacred laws.

The Pope said no more.

He raised the golden scepter in his hand and gently tapped it on the polished marble floor.

It made a crisp sound.

"In the name of the Pope."

He gave instructions to the cardinal beside him.

"Issue an announcement."

Three minutes later.

The Vatican's official social media account posted an update under the watchful eyes of hundreds of millions of people worldwide.

That was a picture.

The picture shows Joan of Arc holding a holy banner, standing alone at the church entrance, her back to the viewer.

Before her lay a radiant light leading to the outside world.

Below the image, there is only one sentence in the caption.

A concise and powerful declaration issued simultaneously in classical Latin and modern English.

"She has already set off."