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

Holding the black VIP pass, Fu Ningna walked into the huge N1 exhibition hall of the New International Expo Centre.

As soon as you step inside, a wave of heat, a mixture of crisscrossing lights, noisy background music, and voices, hits you.

Within the vast space, tens of thousands of people surged about, and every corner was filled with youthful and vibrant life.

Frynn's three water elemental minions floated around her in miniature form.

They turned slightly, observing the dazzling array of exhibits and the strangely dressed crowds around them with curious eyes.

Funina ignored all the countless gazes cast upon her and the undisguised cell phone cameras pointed at her.

Her attention was quickly drawn to a cosplayer dressed as a medieval heavily armored knight not far away.

The man was covered in cold metal plate armor, his hands resting on a two-handed greatsword almost as tall as him, standing still like a sculpture, allowing tourists to take photos with him.

Funina became increasingly curious, so she took a step and walked straight over.

She circled the knight, her eyes filled with a scrutinizing gaze.

Then, Funina extended her index finger and gently tapped the other person's heavy metal breastplate.

"clang."

A crisp, metallic echo.

Then, there was another "clang".

The cosplayer dressed as a knight remained perfectly still, maintaining her pose flawlessly, demonstrating a high level of professionalism.

While she was conducting this small "research", the members of the "Fufu Guardian Team" and the security guards on site immediately understood and expanded the scope of the human wall, tacitly guiding the increasingly large crowd outwards, leaving a relatively quiet area for Funina.

Furnessa withdrew her finger, acknowledging the knight's performance, and then turned to continue walking forward.

She hadn't gone far when she saw another cosplayer dressed as a steampunk inventor.

The other party was wearing a pair of complex brass goggles, and on his back was a complex mechanical device composed of countless gears, pistons and brass pipes. Some of the gears on the device were turning slowly and rhythmically, making a slight clicking sound.

This is yet another type of "stage prop".

Fulina walked up to the inventor, her gaze lingering on the mechanically beautiful device behind him for a good ten seconds.

She nodded slightly, as if acknowledging the other person's dedication to the "performance," and then turned and left.

As she passed the booth of a top domestic game company, a burst of enthusiastic cheers caught her attention.

On the main stage in the center of the booth, a male host holding a microphone was shouting at the top of his lungs to conduct a quiz with prizes.

"Next question! In the game Final Fantasy version 7.0, where is the hometown of the new job 'Spirit Painter'?!"

Hundreds of enthusiastic spectators gathered below the stage, raising their arms and shouting the answer.

However, when Funina appeared near the booth, the audience who were originally facing the stage seemed to be drawn by some invisible force and began to stir, turning around one after another.

"It's Funina!"

"Holy crap, it's alive!"

"Quick, quick, over here!"

The crowd began to gather in the direction of Funina, and a gap appeared in the originally tight audience formation as more and more people pointed their phone cameras at this uninvited "guest".

The host on stage quickly noticed the unusual behavior of the audience.

He followed everyone's gaze and, through the huge broadcast screen on the side of the stage, clearly saw the figure that made his heart stop.

Furnessa de Fontaine.

The host's heart skipped a beat.

He immediately turned to the side, covered the microphone, and had a brief but urgent conversation with the backstage director through his earpiece.

"...Should we let her go on stage?"

"Isn't the risk too great?"

"...Okay, I understand! I'll give it a try!"

After the brief exchange ended, the host turned back to the audience, took a deep breath, and raised the microphone:

"That... must be Ms. Caster Furnessa de Fontaine, right?"

"Would we have the honor of inviting you to this small stage?"

The host's invitation ended.

All eyes, all the cameras that were being filmed, were focused on that petite figure.

Funina stopped in her tracks.

Faced with this sudden invitation and the gaze of the entire audience, she felt a long-lost sense of familiarity; this was a moment unique to the protagonist of the stage.

Her gaze swept over the countless faces below the stage, some excited, some expectant, some fervent, and finally landed on the dazzling lights at the top of the stage.

That was the place she knew best.

Fu Ningna nodded slightly in the direction of the host.

Holy crap!!

"She agreed! She's really going to go on stage!"

"Witnessing history! Everyone is witnessing history!"

The "Fufu Guardian Team," who were already on high alert, and the on-site security personnel immediately sprang into action, carving out a path through the enthusiastic crowd to the stage for her.

Fu Ningna stepped onto the stage.

The host quickly approached her and handed her a spare wireless microphone with great respect, his movements even trembling slightly.

Funina took the microphone.

She didn't speak immediately, but instead tapped the metal mesh cover at the top of the microphone lightly with her finger.

"Thump."

A dull thud came through the speakers, confirming that the equipment was working properly.

Then Funina walked to the very center of the stage, under the brightest spotlight.

She looked calmly at the thousands of audience members below the stage, at the shimmering sea of ​​stars formed by mobile phone screens.

Lord Uther, Lady Hevima, and Miss Shabelida floated slowly around her.

Without any accompaniment or opening remarks, under the watchful eyes of countless people, Funina raised the microphone and brought it close to her lips.

She began to sing.

It was an aria that none of the audience members present, nor anyone around the world watching the event live, had ever heard before.

It doesn't belong to any country or any language in this world; it's a song of Fontainebleau.

The singing was melodious and ethereal.

As the song began, visible blue light particles started to appear around her.

The temperature in the stage area began to drop slowly at a perceptible rate.

The humidity in the air subtly increased, carrying a hint of sweet moisture.

The shouts and screams from the audience instantly stopped.

Everyone fell silent, held their breath, and became immersed in this sudden, sacred performance.

Meanwhile, the number of online viewers is skyrocketing in all the live streams broadcasting CCG, including Bilibili, Douyin, and Twitch.

As Funina's singing gradually reached its climax.

The blue light particles surrounding Funina rapidly converged in the air, forming countless fleeting aquamarine notes and crystal-clear bubbles.

They circled around Furina, dancing, leaping, and bursting as she chanted.

The entire stage was transformed into a dreamlike water kingdom.

The song has ended.

As the last note slowly dissipated in the air, all the blue light particles and all the water vapor effects vanished without a trace in an instant.

A three-second silence fell over the scene.

Three seconds later.

A thunderous roar of applause and screams erupted from the audience.

People clapped wildly and shouted with all their might; many young girls were even moved to tears on the spot.

They didn't know the song's name, nor could they understand the lyrics, but the powerful emotions contained in the melody—a loneliness, resilience, and eventual release spanning five hundred years—were precisely conveyed to the hearts of everyone through the song.

At the same time, social media around the world was completely ignited.

The hashtag #FuningnaSinging# topped the charts on various social media platforms.

Countless comments emerged across various platforms.

"I declare this the greatest live performance in human history, and I will not accept any arguments against it!"

"This is not singing, this is hymn! My soul has been purified..."

"I thought she was just going to the comic convention to cause trouble, but she actually turned it into her own opera house! My God!"

"Mihoyo! Tell me! How many things are you still hiding from us?! Does Teyvat even really exist?!"

"I cried when she sang the climax. I don't know why I cried, but I just couldn't control myself."

"From today onwards, I'll fight anyone who criticizes Fufu!"

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