Multiversal Livestreaming System : I Can Copy My Viewers Skills-Chapter 131: To Knowledge and Power (4)

Leila’s eyes constricted as she saw Adam’s exploded remains scattered across the arena floor.

Her mind went blank.

Her trembling hands reached forward, as if trying to grasp his fading presence, but all she touched was blood-soaked stone.

Her lips parted, but no sound came out.

For a moment, all she heard was silence along with the faint sound of the black fog circling around them.

The world felt far away.

Footsteps echoed faintly.

Elaric stepped forward, stopping just a few meters from her collapsed form. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

His dark blue eyes peered down at her with distant indifference, like a scholar observing a cracked glass specimen.

"The ability to see fate... yet be so helpless against it..."

He said softly, his voice calm and quiet, almost comforting.

"How does it feel to know everything... yet save nothing?"

His words slipped into her chest like splintered glass.

She couldn’t respond.

Her throat felt dry, her body trembling uncontrollably as the scent of blood and scorched stone filled her senses.

Elaric tilted his head slightly, studying her with an absent curiosity, as though she were an insect twitching on a pin.

"You struggle so hard... it’s almost beautiful."

Elaric tilted his head slightly, his gaze still flat and unfeeling.

Leila lowered her head, her tears falling freely onto the cracked arena floor.

Her fingers curled into trembling fists.

Every bone in her body felt heavy with despair.

But deep within that despair... something burned.

Weak... flickering... but burning nonetheless.

Slowly, she pressed her bloodied palms against the stone beneath her, forcing her broken body to rise onto shaking knees.

Her lips parted, a whisper escaping them, soft yet carrying an ancient echo that rippled through the silent battlefield.

"By the second angel’s law... by the name of [Error]..."

The name she uttered... could not be heard.

No sound reached the ears of anyone present.

Even the system itself seemed unable to register it, displaying only glitching symbols and static lines where her words should have appeared.

"I wish to challenge the Authority of Omniscience."

A faint tremor spread through the air.

It was like the shiver before an unseen storm, vibrating against the edges of reality itself.

The black fog around the battlefield pulsed, recoiling slightly from her presence as small fissures cracked across the stone beneath her knees.

Her hair fluttered around her bloodied face as the dim, pale light surrounding her grew just a little brighter, casting long, flickering shadows across the silent arena.

Elaric’s eyes narrowed slightly, his calm demeanor shifting for the first time into faint intrigue.

He studied her quietly, the soft hum of his omniscience flickering uncertain for a single heartbeat.

"...How unexpected."

His voice remained detached, like a scholar observing a new species behind glass.

He tilted his head ever so slightly, his crimson eyes narrowing in calculation.

"The second angel’s law... That phrase hasn’t been uttered by mortals in centuries."

Around them, the ground cracked further as her words continued to reverberate through unseen layers of reality...

As if each syllable struck chords woven into the very world.

Leila’s shoulders trembled under the weight of the authority she challenged.

Her body felt as though it would split apart at any moment.

But she did not falter.

Her empty, tear-streaked eyes locked onto Elaric’s cold gaze with silent determination.

Her lips pressed together firmly.

Even as blood trickled down her chin, Leila forced her broken body to rise to her feet.

She swayed dangerously, her knees trembling with every breath, but she stayed upright.

Elaric watched her in silence, a faint glimmer of curiosity flickering through his usually hollow gaze.

He tilted his head slightly, observing her as one would observe an insect trying to crawl out of water.

Then—

An unbearable pain stabbed into her mind.

Leila gasped as indescribable words and symbols pierced through her head, branding themselves into her thoughts.

They twisted and shifted, forming impossible shapes that her eyes could not comprehend.

She felt blood seep from her nose as her vision blurred—

And in the next instant, both she and Elaric vanished from the battlefield.

...

[The Tower of Yxthar’s will has laid its eyes upon the scene.]

[The Tower of Yxthar’s will attempts to halt and capture the second angel’s law.]

[The Tower of Yxthar’s will has failed.]

[The Second Angel’s Law has permitted the challenge.]

...

Celestia’s brows furrowed sharply.

Beside her, the woman in white armor, Selena, narrowed her eyes.

"The second angel’s law permitted a challenge...?"

Celestia whispered softly, almost to herself.

She clicked her tongue in quiet annoyance.

"That shouldn’t be possible."

Such an event hadn’t happened since the Authority of Life challenged the Authority of Death, eons ago.

In all her experiments and observations, the second angel’s law never permitted mortals to challenge an authority.

It was also the reason why Celestia didn’t mind telling Adam about the second angel’s name in order to activate the challenge of an authority...

Because the second angel’s law would never permit challenges anymore!

Never!

Why did it agree?

What was the requirement?

Why now...?

’If I can just study the activation...’

She thought to herself.

She clenched her fist unconsciously, questions crashing through her thoughts like a raging tide.

She took a step forward, attempting to walk towards the place where Leila had vanished—

But a wet, squelching sound stopped her steps.

Celestia’s eyes narrowed.

Slowly, she turned around.

Behind her... flesh and blood twisted, regenerating at an alarming speed.

Muscles wrapped around bone, sinew weaving itself back together.

Organs pulsed and formed, veins connecting in intricate, perfect patterns as blood flooded into newly reborn arteries.

The writhing mass of meat and crimson knitted itself into a human figure.

A familiar silhouette emerged from the gore, steam rising off his freshly recreated body.

Adam stood there.

His hair, dripping in blood, clung to his forehead.

His chest rose and fell with slow, quiet breaths.

Then, without a word, he tilted his head upwards.

His cold, dark eyes locked onto Celestia, glaring at her with an emotionless, deathly calm.

Blood dripped from his fingers onto the cracked stone floor, echoing softly through the silent arena.

A silent chill spread through the battlefield.

[Crimson Rebirth]