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

Two days later.

The former site of the Cavendish Laboratory at Cambridge University.

The time is 7:50 a.m.

The old brick-red building was already packed with people.

Hundreds of media outlets from around the world occupied all the advantageous positions with their long lenses and microphones, while the roar of helicopters hovered in the distance, not daring to approach.

At the very front of the crowd was an impenetrable defensive line composed of the British Royal Guard and MI6 agents.

Inside the defensive line sat a group of special people.

Nobel Prize laureate in Physics, Fields Medal recipient, director of a world-leading physics laboratory, and dean of physics departments at major universities.

The pinnacle of human civilization's wisdom in the field of physics has almost all been gathered here.

Everyone waited for the man to appear, their emotions a mixture of pilgrimage, doubt, and unease.

The live broadcast covered every corner of the globe.

Countless eyes are watching this small place that is about to become the center of the world.

Time passed by, second by second.

7:59.

The atmosphere at the scene was extremely tense.

It's exactly eight o'clock.

The church bells rang precisely on time.

The moment the first chime of the bells echoed over Cambridge.

In front of the podium, in the empty air, a figure appeared out of nowhere.

Isaac Newton stood there naturally, as if he had always been there.

He wore a dark green scholar's robe from the 17th century, a silver wig, and carried a triangular cane.

Isaac Newton glanced around at the restless, most brilliant minds of our time.

Isaac Newton did not begin his speech.

"One hundred and twenty years ago, Lord Kelvin, in a lecture at the Royal Society, mentioned two dark clouds in the clear sky of physics."

"A single flower gave birth to the theory of relativity."

"The other flower gave birth to quantum mechanics."

"Based on this, you are trying to stitch the two together to construct the so-called 'Grand Unified Theory,' attempting to explain everything in the universe."

In the audience, an elderly professor from Caltech nodded subconsciously; this was the holy grail of physics for the past century.

"A castle in the air built on mathematical paradoxes."

Isaac Newton's next sentence made everyone hold their breath.

Isaac Newton raised his triangular cane and tapped it lightly in the air in front of him.

Lines of mathematical formulas, composed of pure light and so complex they were breathtaking, appeared out of thin air.

These formulas are the core of the current grand unified theory string theory model.

"Here."

Isaac Newton's cane touched one of the sets of equations describing the dimensions of space and time.

"To address the computational anomalies of gravity at the microscopic scale, you introduced eleven dimensions and forcibly 'curled' seven of them within a Planck scale."

"A clever mathematical trick, a self-deceiving lie."

Isaac Newton's voice wasn't loud, but it reached the ears of everyone present clearly and was also transmitted around the world through the microphone.

Gasps of astonishment filled physics laboratories around the world.

This is the most fundamental and most unfalsifiable hypothesis in string theory.

"You are using an unobservable assumption to explain a result that cannot be calculated."

"That's not science."

"That's called faith."

Isaac Newton's words struck the hearts of every physicist like a hammer blow.

Then, Isaac Newton swung his cane again.

The formulas on that light screen began to decompose and recombine.

A new, simpler, and more profound equation appeared before everyone.

"The root of the paradox is not that gravity fails, but that your understanding of 'space' has been wrong from the beginning."

"You have abandoned the most fundamental medium in the universe."

Isaac Newton slammed his cane down heavily.

"ether."

The moment the word was uttered, the scene erupted in uproar.

The ether theory was swept into the dustbin of history more than a hundred years ago due to the failure of the Maxon Morley experiment.

"madness."

Isaac Newton responded to the commotion in the audience with only two words.

"You are using three-dimensional instruments in three-dimensional space to search for a medium that permeates a higher-dimensional space, and of course you will find nothing."

The formula on the light screen changed again.

This time, what appeared was no longer simple mathematical symbols, but a dynamic, multi-dimensional space model composed of countless points of light.

The model, viewed from a three-dimensional perspective, presents a bizarre form that is constantly twisting and folding.

And countless points of light representing "ether" are flowing within it in a way that cannot be understood by three-dimensional logic.

"Gravity is not the curvature of spacetime."

"It is the 'ripple' generated when an object moves in a higher-dimensional space and interacts with the ether on the 'section' of the three-dimensional world."

As he spoke, Isaac Newton used his cane to perform calculations on the multidimensional model.

Each step of the calculation perfectly derives a known physical law.

From macroscopic planetary orbits to microscopic particle spins.

All phenomena that modern physics requires two completely different theories to explain are perfectly unified in this new mathematical model that combines high-dimensional space and ether theory.

The whole world fell silent.

The lecture hall in Cambridge was completely silent.

Physics laboratories around the world are deathly silent.

Countless physicists stared blankly at the ever-evolving cosmological model on the screen, at the mathematical language they could never comprehend in their entire lives, their minds completely blank.

The scientific edifice they had built over their lifetimes was, at this moment, utterly destroyed.

No, it wasn't pushed over.

Instead, they were told that they had been living in a dilapidated building with a faulty foundation from the very beginning.

Now, the architect himself has returned.

He not only pointed out the errors, but also presented them with a completely new set of architectural drawings that they couldn't understand at all, yet were logically flawless.

This is a form of dimensional reduction attack.

A complete, intellectual crushing defeat.

At the end of his speech, Isaac Newton removed the light screen from the ceiling.

Calmness returned to the area in front of the laboratory.

For the first time, an almost pious expression appeared on Isaac Newton's face.

"Universal gravitation, the laws of motion, the mysteries of the spectrum, are all poems written by God."

"My purpose in coming here is to borrow the power of the Holy Grail to write the final chord for this poem."

"An ultimate, divine formula that can explain everything."

The speech is over.

The scene remained deathly silent.

A full minute passed before the crowd began to stir.

An elderly man with silver hair, dressed in a high-end custom-made suit and exuding a capable air, strode forward, escorted by several agents in black.

He is Sir Malcolm, the current head of MI6, codenamed "M".

Sir Malcolm's goal was clear: Isaac Newton on the stage.

In any case, this power to define the world must be placed in John Bull's hands.

However, just as Sir Malcolm was ten meters away from the podium...

He could no longer take another step.

An invisible repulsive field kept him and everyone behind him out.

Sir Malcolm reached out, but could only touch a solid, non-existent "wall".

Isaac Newton, who was on the stage, didn't even glance at him.

Isaac Newton simply straightened his robes calmly.

"What I need is an 'assistant' who can understand my theories."

"Not a collaborator with secular power."

The words fell.

Isaac Newton's figure began to become transparent and slowly dissipated into the air.

He left behind only one sentence, which echoed in the air above the Cavendish Laboratory and resonated in the hearts of people all over the world.

"Let those who can read my mind come to me."