Multiversal Livestreaming System : I Can Copy My Viewers Skills-Chapter 129: To Knowledge and Power (2)

"...Mother..."

The word fell from Adam’s lips like a dying whisper.

His entire body felt cold.

The woman in radiant white armor slowly turned her head towards him.

Her eyes seemed to pierce through his soul.

A faint wind blew across the arena, carrying with it the smell of rusted metal and old blood.

For a moment, time itself seemed to stop.

Leila’s knees buckled as she collapsed to the ground, her staff clattering beside her.

"Adam... what’s happening...?"

Her voice trembled like a frightened child’s.

Beside her, Cael took a shaky step back.

His confident smirk was nowhere to be seen.

Sweat dripped down his temples as he clenched his sword tighter.

Kristoff raised his shield slightly, his eyes darting between Adam and the enemies ahead with confusion and fear.

Xel’Shaar stepped forward, standing silently beside Adam.

His shadows slithered around his feet as his eyes narrowed.

"I sense the power of Authorities on them..."

His deep, serious voice barely reached Adam’s ears.

But Adam didn’t react.

He just stood there, staring ahead, his eyes wide with a hollow emptiness.

His entire body felt frozen, trapped in a trance-like fear as his mind spun out of control.

Xel’Shaar turned his gaze to Adam, frowning slightly.

’He’s in a daze...’

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The chat rang out in panic.

Xel’Shaar narrowed his eyes, realizing the situation’s danger.

He raised his hand and clenched his fist tightly.

[Authority of Prisoner]

In an instant, Adam and the rest of his team felt their emotions compress and settle, as if their fear and panic were forcefully caged.

Adam sucked in a shaky breath as his eyes regained focus.

He blinked rapidly, his body trembling slightly as he clenched his fists.

’What... was that...?’

A shiver crawled down his spine as his eyes locked onto the woman in white armor again.

’It could just be a trick... A trick to make her look like my mother...’

He forced his breathing to calm as his thoughts sharpened.

’Are they here for Leila...?’

’Did Celestia inform Elaric about how Leila could possibly lead to the hidden floor? Knowing his curiosity, he wouldn’t resist...’

’But who’s that woman...? Why does she look so much like my mother...?’

’Is it a trick to make me reluctant to attack?’

His brain buzzed with rapid thoughts, trying to find clarity amidst the chaos.

Then, Celestia took a step forward.

But that one step seemed to distort distance itself.

In the blink of an eye, Adam found himself face-to-face with her.

His body stiffened.

As Celestia reached out her hand towards him, the Death Mark behind his palm suddenly burned hot.

The mark screamed at him.

If he let Celestia touch him... he would die!

Adam’s eyes widened in alarm as he immediately activated [Authority of Disconnection].

Swoosh!

With a flick of his wrist, he sliced away the hand that reached out to him.

The severed hand flung into the darkness as Adam leapt backward, trying to create distance.

But no matter how many steps he took, or how many times he tried to lose her, the distance between him and Celestia never changed.

His heart pounded as dread sank into his bones.

’Is this... her true body?’

Dangerous...!

Adam was only Stone Rank!

Celestia... she had already spent years on the Tenth Floor!

Just as his mind screamed warnings, numerous pale, clawed hands suddenly sprouted from the ground around him, reaching out to grab his legs and arms.

But before they could touch him, black chains erupted from the stone floor, binding the ghostly hands tightly.

Xel’Shaar stood tall behind him, shadows coiling around his feet as his eyes glowed faintly.

Celestia’s gaze flicked towards Xel’Shaar.

She snapped her fingers casually.

Suddenly, the ground beneath Xel’Shaar warped and twisted.

The distance between them stretched out instantly, pushing Xel’Shaar back by hundreds of meters in an instant.

Adam gritted his teeth.

’Spatial manipulation...!’

At the same time, Leila raised her staff shakily, aiming at Celestia as light began to gather around her.

But then... doubt flooded her chest like icy water.

Her hands trembled as the magic dimmed.

"Why... can’t I..."

Her voice cracked.

"You were always so doubtful of yourself."

A calm voice sounded behind her.

Leila’s eyes widened in horror.

It was Elaric.

He stood silently behind her, his bue eyes glowing faintly.

He gently placed his hand on her shoulder, his touch cold and suffocating.

"You don’t even know if your spells will work... right...?"

He whispered softly, almost like a lover’s comforting murmur.

"But it’s fine... I like that doubt. It makes you... human."

Tears welled up in Leila’s eyes as her knees buckled again.

She couldn’t move.

She couldn’t think.

Fwoosh!

Just as she lost hope, holy flames burst forth, cutting through the darkness like sunlight.

The flames roared towards Elaric, but he simply glanced at them lazily before raising a finger.

The flames flickered... then vanished, as if robbed of all oxygen and divine power.

Kristoff wasn’t discouraged.

He gritted his teeth, holy light igniting around his body as he raised his shield again.

More holy flames erupted, aiming straight at Elaric.

At the same time, Leila clenched her teeth.

’No... I can’t doubt... I can’t doubt...!’

Instead, she shifted her emotions from doubt to fear.

Her fear forced her thoughts to move faster, clearing her mind as she raised her staff and blasted the ground with mana.

The explosion shook the earth, but just as she expected Elaric to move away—

A whisper echoed in her head.

In that moment, she saw it.

A vision of her bones cracking and turning soft like wax under immense pressure.

Elaric... he was studying her bones when he touched her shoulder just awhile ago!

’No... it’s too late...!’

Bam!

A heavy clang rang out as Kristoff’s shield smashed into Elaric’s side.

Elaric was flung back several meters, his boots dragging against the stone floor.

He wasn’t injured.

He calmly dusted off his coat, his red eyes looking at Kristoff with mild amusement.

"For some reason..."

Elaric spoke softly as he tilted his head.

"Due to the constant times Leila pours mana into her staff, her body has developed the habit of doing it unconsciously."

Leila’s eyes widened as she felt it.

Mana was pouring into her staff without her command.

An unnatural amount... too much for her body to handle.

She couldn’t stop!!

"Stop... stop...!"

She cried out desperately.

Kristoff saw it too.

His eyes widened in horror as he raised his shield.

Without hesitation, he swung his shield against her staff.

Boom!

A violent explosion erupted, the force flinging both Kristoff and Leila back across the arena.

Cough... cough...

Leila coughed as thick smoke stung her eyes and burned her lungs.

She pressed her hand against the cracked stone floor, trying to push herself up.

Dust and rubble clung to her skin and hair.

Her vision blurred as tears welled up, mixing with the dirt on her cheeks.

"Kristoff...?"

Her voice was barely a whisper as she crawled forward, her hands trembling violently.

Through the thinning smoke, she saw a silhouette.

A familiar broad-shouldered figure standing there, shield held out protectively.

Relief surged in her chest.

But then... she saw it.

The smoke cleared further, revealing the truth.

Kristoff stood there, but only from the waist up.

A massive skeletal dragon loomed behind him.

Its sharp bone jaws clamped tightly around his lower body, lifting him into the air like a broken doll.

His shield fell from his grasp, clattering onto the stone floor with a metallic echo.

Kristoff’s eyes were wide in shock.

His mouth opened as if to say something... anything...

But no sound came out.

He reached one trembling hand towards Leila, his fingers stretching out desperately.

His lips moved silently.

No words came out.

Only a faint gurgle of blood dripped down his chin.

Then—

Crunch.

The dragon bit down.

Kristoff’s body jerked once, his eyes glazing over instantly.

His outstretched hand fell limp.

His entire upper body fell silent, the light gone from his eyes.

The skeletal dragon lowered its head, bones creaking, and dropped his remains onto the ground like discarded meat.

Leila sat there frozen.

The world around her fell silent.

No screams nor were there sobs.

Just the faint drip... drip... drip... of blood hitting the cold stone floor.

Her tears fell soundlessly down her dirt-streaked cheeks as she stared at his lifeless body.

In that moment, something in her chest felt like it cracked apart.

And all she could do was sit there... silently... as the warmth in her world disappeared forever.

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