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

Jiang Ming's announcement of his leave was like pouring a ladle of cold water into a boiling oil pan.

The entire internet crashed.

His Douyin comment section has become a complete battlefield.

"I told you so! They've run out of tricks! Now they're playing dead and running away, it's hilarious!"

"That's enough of the black spots up front. The Raven God needs inspiration, understand? Do you think miracles are like cabbages, appearing out of nowhere? This is the god gathering strength for his next descent!"

"The theological defense team is back again? Gods, huh? A scapegoat from nine years of compulsory education? I'm telling you, if they can pull off something like 'a withered tree coming back to life' within six months, I'll livestream myself doing a handstand and eating my keyboard!"

"The person upstairs has already taken a screenshot; I'm waiting to be proven wrong."

"Stop arguing, stop arguing! Isn't it possible that the Raven God is just tired and wants to rest for a while?!"

This comment was quickly drowned out by an even fiercer wave of insults.

Fans spontaneously created the hashtag #Countdown#, checking in daily and sharing their analyses and fan creations about Jiang Ming's past.

Haters and trolls clashed, creating the hashtag #CrowGodHasRunnedOutOfTalent#, updating it daily with various sarcastic jokes and conspiracy theories.

The two sides engaged in fierce battles, from Douyin to Weibo, from Tieba to Zhihu, maintaining a high level of popularity.

All of this was transformed into the purest energy, continuously flowing into Jiang Ming's system backend.

[Positive Mood Value +135]

[Negative Emotion Value +89]

[Shock level +201]

……

Inside the villa.

Jiang Ming scrolled through his phone screen expressionlessly, watching the fervent, angry, and sarcastic comments without any emotional fluctuation.

His attention was entirely focused on the constantly fluctuating number in his mind.

[Emotional Value Balance: 1,047,045 points.]

In just a few days, the price surged by nearly 100,000.

Public opinion is a wonderful thing.

Jiang Ming turned off his phone and tossed it onto the sofa.

Then, he picked up another phone and skillfully opened a ticket booking app.

There is no first class, no business class.

He opened the economy class seating chart and randomly selected a window seat.

Order payment successful

[Flight: CA4527 Jiangcheng → Yuzhang]

[Departure time: 14:30, 2 days later]

After doing all this, Jiang Ming leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes.

It's time to go home and visit.

Incidentally, we'll also be looking for a new stage for our next performance.

Two days later.

Jiangcheng Tianhe International Airport, Terminal 3.

The crowd surged, and the sounds of broadcasts, conversations, and the friction of suitcase wheels blended together to create a noisy background.

A young man wearing a black baseball cap and mask, dressed in a simple white T-shirt and jeans, carrying a backpack, quietly stood in the security check line.

He was tall and clean-cut, and blended in with the crowd of college students, where he was completely inconspicuous.

It was Jiang Ming.

After successfully passing through security, he arrived at gate B37.

There are still forty minutes until boarding.

Jiang Ming found an empty seat by the window, took out his phone, put on his headphones, and started listening to music, exuding an aura of "don't bother me".

However, sometimes trouble comes uninvited.

A young girl, also wearing a mask and with pigtails, hesitated for a long time before finally mustering up the courage to sit down cautiously next to him.

The girl's eyes kept glancing at Jiang Ming, filled with excitement, nervousness, and a hint of uncertainty.

She was clutching a small notebook and a pen tightly in her hand, her palms already sweaty.

Finally, as if she had made up her mind, she leaned forward slightly and asked tentatively in a voice barely audible:

"Excuse me...excuse me, are you 'Crow God' Jiang Lai?"

Jiang Ming took off one earphone and turned his head to the side.

The girl's heart skipped a beat.

That's the profile!

It's exactly the same as the candid side profile photo of "Raven God" taken during the Investiture of the Gods!

It's really him!

Jiang Ming looked into the girl's bright, sparkling eyes, filled with admiration and excitement, and neither admitted nor denied it.

He simply put his index finger to his lips, making a "shh" gesture.

The girl immediately understood and nodded vigorously, indicating that she would absolutely not tell anyone.

Jiang Ming smiled and took the notebook and pen from her hand.

He didn't write any blessings or leave any complicated signature.

On the pristine white paper, two words were written in a flamboyant, flowing style.

Jiang is here.

After writing it, he paused for a moment and then added a sentence below the name.

"Wait patiently for the wind to rise."

The girl's eyes shone even brighter as she looked at those four words.

She got it!

The Crow God wasn't out of ideas; he was just waiting for the right opportunity!

She excitedly took the notebook, bowed deeply to Jiang Ming, then quickly turned around and ran to another seat, afraid that staying even a second longer would disturb her idol.

A few minutes later.

In a WeChat group called "Crow God Supporters Core Group".

A photo was quietly released.

The signature is on the photo.

Waiting patiently for the wind to rise.

The group chat instantly erupted in chaos.

"Holy crap! Which lady got this autograph?!"

"A wind is rising? What wind? What big move is the Crow God planning?"

"I told you the Raven God wouldn't fall silent! Haters, just wait and see!"

A small-scale celebration quietly erupted within the core circle of fans.

The person who started all of this had already put on headphones, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes to rest.

The announcement began to announce boarding.

Jiang Ming followed the flow of people onto the jet bridge and entered the cabin.

His seat was 32A, a window seat.

The plane taxied, accelerated, and then suddenly lifted off, soaring into the sky.

The city outside the window quickly shrank into a dense geometric model.

Jiang Ming leaned against the porthole, looking at the surging sea of ​​clouds below, his consciousness sinking into the system space.

[Emotional Value Balance: 1,054,045 points.]

Not bad, that signature brought in another small wave of revenue.

The next "choose one of three fates" requires five million emotion points, and we are still four million short.

This time when I go back to my hometown, I'll see if I can pull off a big one and get everything together at once.

Yuzhang is an ancient city with a long history. It has mountains, rivers, and many places that can serve as a stage.

In his mind, countless crazy live streaming ideas were colliding and evolving.

The plane passed through the stratosphere, and the flight became stable.

The flight attendants began distributing meals and drinks.

Everything seemed so normal and boring.

Just then.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the captain's announcement."

The tranquility was suddenly broken by the announcements in the cabin.

"Due to the sudden appearance of a strong convective thunderstorm cloud ahead, in order to ensure flight safety, this aircraft will make an emergency detour. Some turbulence is expected. Please fasten your seatbelts and stow your tray tables..."

Before he could finish speaking...

boom!

The entire fuselage suddenly sank downwards!

It felt like being slapped hard by an invisible giant hand!

A chorus of gasps and screams erupted inside the cabin.

Before anyone could react, the plane plunged into an impenetrable darkness.

Outside the window, the sky was no longer blue with white clouds, but a chaotic gray-black expanse.

The wind howled outside the fuselage, making a teeth-grinding sound.

The plane began to shake violently, swaying from side to side and bobbing up and down, like a small boat in a stormy sea.

The water in the cup spilled out, and the luggage compartment made a "clanging" sound.

The screams of the passengers rose and fell.

"What's going on!"

"Are we going to fall?!"

"Mother!"

in chaos.

A blindingly white bolt of lightning tore through the darkness outside the window.

The lightning bolt, as thick as a giant dragon, struck the left engine of the plane with unstoppable force and precision!

Boom—!

A deafening roar, accompanied by violent tremors, reverberated throughout the entire cabin.

Everyone saw that the engine under the left wing suddenly burst into a ball of orange-red flame, followed by billowing black smoke.

The roar of the engine came to an abrupt end.

The plane lost power on one side.

The aircraft tilted sharply to the left and began to circle uncontrollably.

The plane was nose-down, plummeting rapidly toward the ground!

"ah--!"

A piercing alarm blared throughout the cabin.

One by one, the oxygen masks above their heads fell off and shook wildly in front of the passengers' horrified eyes.

A strong feeling of weightlessness washed over me.

Cries, prayers, and desperate screams mingled together, turning the small cabin into a living hell.

In this apocalyptic scene.

Jiang Ming, who had been keeping his eyes closed, slowly opened them.

He glanced out the window.

The hazy land is rapidly expanding in view, and the outlines of mountains and rivers are becoming clearer and clearer.

He turned his head again and looked around at the passengers whose faces were contorted with fear and who were crying out in despair.

A thought slowly surfaced in his mind.

"My first time flying, is it really necessary to be this excited?"