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

The next morning.

Jiang Ming woke up on a deck chair on the terrace, covered with a thin blanket.

The air in the mountains is fresh and fragrant with the scent of plants.

He didn't get up immediately, but instead picked up his personal cell phone from the small table next to him and dialed Zhao Lin's number.

The call was answered almost instantly, and Zhao Lin's voice carried a mixture of cautious excitement.

"Good morning, Mr. Jiang! Is there anything I can do for you?"

Jiang Ming looked at the first light of dawn on the horizon, his tone calm.

"Use my official account to post a video announcement."

"I'll send you the content later. No need for any promotion or hype, just send it directly."

Zhao Lin immediately agreed.

"Yes, Mr. Jiang! I'll arrange it right away!"

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Ming typed a message and sent it.

He then tossed his phone back onto the table, got up, stretched, and went downstairs to wash up.

In the living room, Zhang Huilan had already prepared breakfast.

……

It was exactly 9:00 AM.

Hundreds of millions of Douyin users saw a push notification almost simultaneously when refreshing their homepage.

The latest update from the "Raven God" account.

Countless people clicked in with excitement, curiosity, or a desire to see a joke.

The video content is extremely simple.

A pure white background.

In the very center of the image is a single line of black Song typeface text.

"Seven days from now, at noon, Yuzhang will welcome the first snow of this autumn."

There was no background music, no narration, and not even a single punctuation mark.

This video is only ten seconds long.

Ten seconds later, the video automatically replays.

Black text on a white background.

again and again.

The silent ten-second video ignited the global internet the moment it was released.

In just ten minutes, the number of comments in the comment section below the video exceeded one million.

"Am I seeing things? First snow? It's early autumn! The highest temperature in Yuzhang is 25 degrees Celsius!"

"Has the Raven God gone mad? This time he's gone way too far!"

"Seven days from now, at noon, I've already set my alarm on my phone! Waiting for the magic!"

"Don't be silly, upstairs! This is clearly a performance art piece by the Raven God, a protest against the lack of trust in 'field theory'!"

"I think he's just run out of ideas. The previous airplane incident drained him, and now he can only resort to these sensational gimmicks to maintain his popularity!"

The hashtag #CrowGodWeatherForecast# soared to the top of trending search lists in various countries within three minutes with an unparalleled momentum.

Public opinion is completely divided.

The fervent believers firmly believed this was another harbinger of a miracle.

Rational onlookers and a torrent of haters believe this is Jiang Ming's last desperate attempt to escape his predicament.

10:00 AM.

The official Weibo account of the Yuzhang City Meteorological Bureau urgently issued a statement.

"【Official Clarification】Regarding the rumors circulating online that 'snow will fall in Yuzhang in seven days,' our bureau solemnly declares: Based on the comprehensive meteorological model analysis of our city's Dobule weather radar, upper-level sounding balloons, and the supercomputer 'Fengshen,' Yuzhang City and surrounding areas will continue to experience sunny and dry weather in the coming week. Affected by the subtropical high, the maximum temperature will remain around 25 degrees Celsius. There is no possibility of snowfall, and the probability of precipitation is zero. We urge the public not to believe or spread rumors, and to trust science."

This official statement was like a shot in the arm for all those who had doubts.

"See that? The official figures were wrong! The probability of snowfall is zero!"

"Hilarious! Crow God is going to crash and burn this time. Just wait for the whole internet to mock him in seven days!"

Far overseas.

Nobel laureate Robert Wilson made no attempt to hide his contempt during an interview with CNN.

"Weather forecast? Oh God, has that young man from the East finally abandoned his ridiculous 'field theory' and started playing God?"

"This is a doomed, attention-seeking farce!"

The old man adjusted his glasses, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"The dignity of science cannot be challenged. In seven days, the whole world will see how this hoax is utterly exposed by harsh reality!"

Major unofficial betting websites around the world reacted even more quickly.

A betting game called "The Seven-Day Pact" was launched at lightning speed.

The game was extremely simple.

Will it snow in Yuzhang City at noon seven days from now?

The odds for a bearish outlook are an outrageously low 1.01.

This means that if you bet 100 yuan and he loses, he can only win 1 yuan after seven days.

The odds for believing it will snow have been set at an alarmingly high number.

1: 1000.

……

Ninth Inning, Command Center.

Chen Jianguo looked at the scrolling global public opinion data on the main screen with a solemn expression.

He ignored the scientists' clamor and the public's ridicule.

Because that man never makes empty promises.

"Order!"

Chen Jianguo stood up, his voice not loud, but it carried an undeniable air of authority.

"Immediately activate the Level 1 Weather Monitoring Contingency Plan!"

"Secretly deploy all mobile weather monitoring vehicles to every corner of Yuzhang City."

"Deploy the 'Skylark' high-altitude UAV to conduct 24-hour continuous full-spectrum data collection on the atmosphere above Yuzhang!"

"I need to know the humidity, temperature, air pressure, wind speed... every single minute change in any parameter in that area!"

"yes!"

.....

The next six days.

The whole world was plunged into an unprecedented frenzy of celebration and anticipation.

Jiang Ming, however, seemed to have vanished into thin air.

He has stopped doing any live streams and has not posted any new updates on any platform.

He stayed in that villa at the Xishan Nursing Home.

I spend time with my parents watching TV, drinking tea in the yard, and occasionally showing off my skills in the kitchen by cooking a home-style meal.

This extreme calm stands in stark contrast to the overwhelming public opinion from the outside world.

To countless people, this was a sign of his guilty conscience, the calm before the storm.

This "seven-day agreement" has evolved into a global media event.

CNN, BBC, Reuters... all the world's top news organizations dispatched their most elite teams of reporters and broadcasters, arriving in Yuzhang several days in advance.

This provincial capital in central China has never been the focus of global attention as it is now.

Countless internet celebrities, live streamers, and self-media personalities flocked to Yuzhang from all over the world, ready to ride this unprecedented wave of massive traffic.

Time passed day by day as countless people waited.

The sixth day, at night.

In Yuzhang City, the weather was clear, the night sky was dotted with stars, and a bright moon hung high in the sky.

The weather bureau's forecasts are accurate.

Global public opinion has practically pronounced a death sentence on Jiang Ming.

Everyone believed that he would face his first and most complete public failure since his deification.

The comment section of the video on Douyin, posted by the account "Ya Shen", has long been flooded with countdown messages.

"13 hours until the public execution! Sunflower seeds and drinks for sale in the front row!"

"Tomorrow at noon, I'll use an 8x scope to watch your attempt to show off fail!"

"Crow God, have some self-respect. It's not too late to delete the video now."

Countless cameras are being pointed at this peaceful city from all corners of the world.

Waiting for noon tomorrow.

In the Ninth Bureau's command center, the atmospheric cloud map over Yuzhang City was crystal clear on the huge screen.

It was completely smooth, without any abnormalities.

All the data points were as stable as a straight line.

A young analyst stared at the screen and couldn't help but whisper to his colleague next to him.

"Do you think... target A-001 might really have failed this time?"