Multiversal Livestreaming System : I Can Copy My Viewers Skills

After an hour of relentless travel, Adam and his team of Stream Hunters finally reached the designated meeting point.

A narrow clearing surrounded by the eerie, deadened trees of the Tower's lower levels.

The air was thick with the scent of decay, a byproduct of the undead infestation that had taken root in this sector.

Though their journey had been largely uneventful, the tension among the group was palpable.

Every step forward felt like a silent challenge to the ever-present forces lurking beyond the darkness.

Adam cast a glance toward his team, a diverse mix of abilities and personalities.

They weren't necessarily the strongest, but their skills complemented one another well enough to make this plan viable.

Without hesitation, they pressed on toward their objective.

Along the way, numerous orc warriors and priests, mounted atop hulking war beasts, unleashed calculated destruction upon the smaller undead settlements.

Their goal wasn't outright extermination but rather to create a large enough disturbance to draw attention.

It was a risky move, but one necessary to ensure the Undead Faction remained preoccupied elsewhere.

Although they were from the orc faciton, wanting the orcs' cooperation had been no small feat...

Orcs were notoriously stubborn, their tribal nature making them resistant to outside influence.

However, a Stream Hunter with a D-tier ability to charm monsters had proven invaluable in swaying the Orc Chief, Karvenis.

Once convinced, Karvenis had lent his forces to their cause without further complaint.

Now, the battlefield was theirs to manipulate!

"Damn, this plan is crazy! But that's what makes it exciting!"

A voice broke through the air, filled with exhilaration.

"I finally have time to level up!"

Adam didn't even need to turn to know who it was.

Running beside him, eyes gleaming with barely-contained excitement, was Cael... better known as The Atrocious One.

The last time they had met, Adam had knocked Cael unconscious and promptly handed him over to a government-affiliated psychologist.

Of course, Cael had tried to resist, making several escape attempts.

But after a few beatings from Adam, he had fallen obedient, eventually resigning himself to therapy...

Now, it seemed he had returned to his usual troublemaking ways...

Adam merely shot him a glance before looking away, uninterested in engaging further.

Their destination was close, and distractions could be costly.

Just then, a rattling noise echoed ahead, and from the shadows of the ruined structures emerged a towering undead skeleton.

Its hollow sockets glowed with a ghastly blue light, its bony fingers twitching as it prepared to strike.

Adam didn't waste a second.

[Crimson Dominion].

Blood surged to his arms, forming crimson veins of raw power.

With a swift downward slash—

Shing!

A sharp, sickening crack followed as the giant skeleton's skull split in two, its body crumbling into a heap of bones.

[Giant Undead Skeleton has been slain.]

[+234 EXP, +0.06 Soul Core]

[+1 Gold]

The skirmishes continued, their party cutting through the occasional undead monsters with ease.

Hours passed in a blur of movement, combat, and rapid advancement.

Eventually, they arrived at an open plain, barely five kilometers from Lord Varos' domain.

A new notification appeared in Adam's vision.

[Undead Stronghold 3 has failed to be captured.]

Adam frowned.

Another failed stronghold...

The plan had always hinged on distraction, but their forces needed to hold out just long enough to make it convincing.

If too many strongholds fell too quickly, the Undead Faction might catch on...

A snicker pulled him from his thoughts.

"Oh? Is it my turn to shine now?"

Cael stretched, his grin widening.

Adam shot him a cold look.

"Stay quiet and be quick."

"Strict asshole…"

Cael muttered under his breath.

Adam heard him, of course.

And because of that, he had already decided to extend Cael's therapy sessions by two extra hours per day.

Despite his complaints, Cael quickly raised his arms as he began the casting process of his ability.

As he did, the second phase of their plan unfolded.

By now, the Siege Battles that had been triggered on the opposing floors should have reached their peak.

Their forces had never been meant to win... only to fight long enough to make the enemy believe the attacks were legitimate!

Now that they had served their purpose, it was time for the real strategy to take effect.

As the last of their assigned strongholds fell, the surviving Stream Hunters and orcs scattered, retreating into pre-designated hiding spots.

After hiding, this was where Cael's ability would shine!

Cael's first ability allowed him to mark people or objects, teleporting to them at will.

His second ability reversed this, allowing him to summon marked targets to his position instead!

It was this ability that would enable them to regroup almost instantaneously!

As he continued his casting, Cael started tapping his foot on the ground.

It was a signal that he was running out of mana.

Adam immediately turned toward the freckled woman standing nearby and gave a subtle nod.

Understanding his silent command, she stepped forward, placing a hand on both Adam and Cael's shoulders.

Immediately, Adam felt his mana reserves draining, siphoned directly into Cael.

[Blood Crystal has been consumed.]

[Mana and Health are slowly replenishing.]

[Blood Regeneration has increased by 10%.]

[Blood Crystal has been consumed.]

[Mana and Health are slowly replenishing.]

[Blood Regeneration has increased by 10%.]

The process was draining, but necessary.

Cael couldn't restore his own mana while actively casting, meaning they had to sustain him through alternative means.

Moments later, flames erupted across the battlefield as numerous Stream Hunters materialized, summoned directly to their location.

Their numbers rapidly grew, each one appearing in flashes of red-hot embers.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Cael let out a heavy breath and collapsed onto one knee.

"Hu... fuck, I felt like I was being sucked dry!"

He groaned, shaking his head.

Adam's expression darkened a bit.

'He really has no sense of shame in what he says...'

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[Demodril] : I don't think profanitious is a word...

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Despite the exhaustion, their plan was proceeding exactly as intended.

They had successfully regrouped, bypassed the main undead defenses, and were now poised to launch their true assault on Lord Varos' stronghold!

Leila, who had just been teleported using Cael's ability, stumbled forward, panting heavily as she hurried to Adam's side.

Sweat dripped from her forehead, and her breathing was uneven.

The exhaustion from the failed siege battles was evident in her trembling hands, but she still forced herself to deliver her report.

"S-sorry!"

She stammered, clutching her knees as she caught her breath.

"We couldn't hold out as long as we expected in the Siege Battles... There were way more Stream Hunters from the Undead Faction than we anticipated! They came in waves, overwhelming us faster than we planned!"

Adam turned his gaze toward her, his expression unreadable.

For a moment, it seemed like he was assessing whether she was too exhausted to continue, but instead of voicing any concerns, he simply gave her a brief nod.

"No time for apologies. Get moving."

Leila bit her lip but nodded.

Adam's words weren't meant to be cruel.

He was simply stating the truth...

There was no time to dwell on failure!

The moment Cael finished regaining his composure, the entire team of Stream Hunters sprang into action, surging forward in unison.

Their destination... Lord Varos' stronghold!

They could not afford to waste time.

The Stream Hunters from the Undead Faction would inevitably start returning once they realized the Siege Battles were just a distraction.

Worse, there was no way to tell if any of them possessed teleportation abilities like Cael.

A sudden system notification flashed in Adam's vision.

[Warning! You are about to enter an area that can trigger a boss fight.]

[Warning! You are about to enter an area that can trigger a boss fight.]

[Warning! You are about to enter an area that can trigger a boss fight.]

He ignored it.

As they sprinted across the barren landscape, an enormous structure came into view in the distance.

It was Lord Varos' stronghold, an ancient castle that had long succumbed to the erosion of time.

Its once-grand towers now stood in ruin, the stone walls crumbling with age.

The eerie glow of ghostly blue lanterns illuminated the castle grounds, casting elongated shadows that danced with the howling wind.

Despite its dilapidated state, the castle emanated an oppressive aura, one that made even the most hardened of warriors feel an instinctive hesitation.

Adam had seen this once before, hence he held no fear upon looking.

Then, another system notification popped up.

[Hidden Conditions Triggered!]

[You possess more than 80% of information about the Second Floor's history.]

[Lord Varos has activated True Body status.]

[Warning!]

[You, alone, possess the qualification to trigger the True Body Status.]

[Creating an isolated battlefield for True Body battle…]

A chill ran down Adam's spine.

'What?'