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

In a cramped rental room in Toshima Ward.

The scrolling forum posts on the computer screen were Takahashi Shota's only connection to the outside world.

The light from the screen illuminated his excessively pale face, made up by a long period of social isolation, and also his eyes, filled with disgust and disdain for the real world.

Suddenly, the air temperature in the room began to drop sharply.

A sudden chill crept up his spine to the back of his head, instantly freezing Takahashi Shota's body.

He glanced at the screen instinctively, and in the reflection of the dark screen, he saw a silhouette.

A figure that shouldn't exist in this enclosed room silently materialized behind him.

Fear gripped Shota Takahashi's heart.

He wanted to scream, but no sound came out of his throat; he wanted to turn his head, but his neck was too stiff to move.

The figure slowly solidified.

Long red hair, jagged horns growing from the top of its head, and a pair of golden beast eyes that radiate an inhuman glow in the darkness.

He's the demon king who only appeared in the news and razed the Yasukuni Shrine to the ground.

Berserker.

"Your soul craves destruction."

A voice rang directly in Shota Takahashi's mind, a voice with a strange, seductive power, like the whisper of a demon.

Shuten-dōji stepped forward and stood beside Takahashi Shota, looking down at the human who was curled up in the computer chair, trembling all over.

He sensed the resentment towards the entire world emanating from the depths of this human soul.

Pure, and rich.

"Do you want power?"

Shuten-dōji's voice was full of seduction.

"A force... capable of utterly shattering all of this."

In an instant, the string of fear in Shota Takahashi's mind snapped.

The extreme ecstasy erupted like a volcano, instantly engulfing all reason.

He doesn't need to think, or even weigh the pros and cons.

"I want!"

Shota Takahashi managed to squeeze out two words, his voice distorted with excitement.

Shuten-dōji revealed a satisfied smile.

He extended a slender finger, its tip glowing with a dark red light, and gently touched the back of Takahashi Shota's right hand.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

A searing pain, like a burning wound to the soul, suddenly erupted, and Shota Takahashi could no longer control himself, letting out a muffled scream.

His body convulsed violently, and he fell from the chair to the ground.

The excruciating pain came quickly and went quickly.

It took no more than three seconds.

Shota Takahashi lay on the cold floor, panting heavily, his T-shirt soaked with cold sweat.

He slowly raised his right hand.

On the back of his hand, a blood-red mark composed of three twisted strokes is deeply imprinted, as if it were something he was born with.

Command Spells.

The moment the mark took shape, Shota Takahashi felt an unprecedented, earth-shattering power, and through this mark, he established a connection with his own soul.

That was the Berserker's, violent and pure destructive power.

He stared intently at the mark on the back of his hand, stroking the burning pattern with his left hand again and again.

Power...that's power!

Shota Takahashi slowly raised his head, looking up at Shuten-dōji with an almost worshipful expression.

"What...what should I do? I want revenge!"

Shuten-dōji laughed cruelly.

"So, my Master, who is your first target?"

A venomous glint flashed in Shota Takahashi's eyes.

He practically gritted his teeth as he uttered a name, word by word.

"Sato... Tadashi!"

That department head who once trampled on his dignity.

……

Inside the office of an IT company in Shinjuku Ward.

Department head Sato Masashi, hands on his hips, was yelling at a new employee.

"Are you an idiot? You can't even write such simple code correctly! What did the company hire you for? To waste air?"

The harsh words echoed in the quiet office, and the surrounding employees all lowered their heads, daring not to speak out in anger.

Just then, the air in the center of the office began to distort without warning.

Shuten-dōji appeared out of thin air, reeking of strong alcohol and a faint smell of blood.

"Who goes there!"

Sato was startled.

Panic instantly gripped the office, and several female employees let out short screams.

The moment he saw who it was, Sato Masashi's pupils suddenly contracted.

It's that face!

The monster that destroyed the Yasukuni Shrine has appeared countless times on television and the internet!

As he staggered backward, he reached under the desk, trying to press the emergency alarm that connected to the guard room.

Shuten-dōji completely ignored the others around him who were caught in the chaos.

He simply raised his hand and gently shook hands with Sato Tadashi.

In an instant, the space around Sato Masashi's body froze.

He was completely immobilized in his seat, leaning forward and pressing the alarm, unable to move an inch.

Under the watchful eyes of all the office staff, Sato Masashi's face began to undergo strange changes.

The terror on his face quickly turned into confusion, and then into extreme distortion.

He began to convulse silently in his seat, his body trembling violently.

Strands of black blood slowly seeped from his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth.

……

Inside a rented room in Toshima Ward.

Shota Takahashi's vision has completely synchronized with that of Shuten-dōji.

He clearly saw Sato Masashi's face contorted in extreme pain, and saw the black blood flowing from his seven orifices.

"Ah...haha...hahahahahaha!"

The suppressed, maniacal laughter finally burst forth from Shota Takahashi's throat.

He laughed so hard he was doubled over, and tears streamed down his face.

happy!

So happy!

Shuten-dōji unleashed the purest form of mental attack on Satō Masashi.

In a single second, his soul experienced all the tortures that hell could possibly contain.

Torture, tearing, burning, freezing...

Sato Masashi's vital signs completely disappeared before everyone's eyes.

……

"Oni Hunt" Operation Command Center.

A piercing alarm suddenly went off.

"Report! Dozens of emergency calls have been received simultaneously on the 37th floor of the Sigma Building in Shinjuku Ward! A target has been spotted on site!"

Shuten-dōji released his grip, and in full view of everyone, his entire body transformed into a gust of black wind and dissipated into the air.

In the office, only Sato Tadashi, who died with his eyes wide open, and his group of subordinates who had already suffered a mental breakdown remained.

Masao Sakamoto suddenly stood up, staring intently at the frozen image on the monitor screen.

"Seal off! Immediately mobilize the First Division to seal off all blocks surrounding Sigma Building!"

"All scanning equipment is now online! A thorough, door-to-door search will be conducted on all personnel within the area!"

"Even if we have to turn Shinjuku upside down, we must find that Master!"

……

Inside the rental house.

Shota Takahashi proactively cut off the shared vision.

He greedily, almost obsessively, stroked the burning hot Command Seals on the back of his hand.

One is not enough.

Far from enough.

Shota Takahashi looked up at the empty room and whispered his next target in a dreamlike voice.

"Everyone... who ever mocked me deserves to die!!"