Multiversal Livestreaming System : I Can Copy My Viewers Skills-Chapter 153: Angel of Death

Everyone on the fourth island looked up.

The sky was turning red.

In the center of it all, a man with black hair and massive red wings soared through the air.

As he moved, monsters fell.

Their blood... instead of just spilling on the ground, it twisted and reshaped itself into weapons that continued the slaughter.

Heads rolled and bodies crumpled.

It was as if the Angel of Death himself had descended.

Countless creatures swarmed toward him, but none could get close.

Every charge ended the same way.

Every monster met the same fate.

"Who is that?"

Someone whispered.

Fear flickered in the eyes of the stream hunters below. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

But so did something else—admiration and wonder.

They had never seen power like this...

Then, a few of them remembered.

[Announcement!]

[The Last Overseer has been defeated!]

[All Stream Hunters from the 6th Floor can now freely travel to the 5th Floor!]

[Floor 6 Defeated by: The Chosen Conduit.]

The Chosen Conduit.

That name had been appearing in announcements for the past few months!

He was the one clearing floors faster than anyone thought possible.

He was also the one who defeated the true bodies of the floor bosses!

And now, he was here on the seventh floor!

"It's him!" someone shouted. "It's the Chosen Conduit!"

The name spread like fire through dry grass.

Everyone turned their eyes back to the sky, watching the figure with renewed attention.

What they had seen as a terrifying display of power now took on new meaning.

This wasn't just some strong fighter passing through....

This was the man who had been rewriting records!

The man whose name appeared every time a floor fell!

The man who first discovered the existence of the True Bodies!

Below him, monsters still fought and died, but the tide had clearly turned.

What had been an overwhelming flood of creatures was now shrinking by the second.

The fourth island, once on the brink of being overrun, was being cleared before their eyes.

The stream hunters watched in stunned silence.

They had trained for years...

They had fought, bled, and struggled to reach this floor...

And now they were watching one man do what an entire island of fighters could not.

This was the difference between them and him.

Though they were strong... he was something else entirely.

Every swing of his arm cut down monsters by the dozen.

Blood followed him like a loyal servant, reshaping itself into blades and spears that struck faster than any normal weapon could.

Everything around him either died or became part of his arsenal.

And in that moment, the hunters below truly understood the gap between themselves and the monster in the sky.

Between ordinary stream hunters…

And a being chosen by the Tower itself.

This was—

The Chosen Conduit.

...

Adam didn't care about the people below him.

His focus was elsewhere.

The entire island was now covered in blood that rained down from the sky, striking beasts and monsters with every drop.

Where the blood touched, the creatures screamed and collapsed.

It was still only the second phase of the monster raid on the seventh floor.

But the number of enemies was already overwhelming.

Wave after wave poured onto the ten islands, each one connected to the next.

The stream hunters below were fighting with everything they had, but it was clear they were struggling...

The seventh floor was never meant to be cleared alone after all.

It was designed as a battle of attrition, a test of teamwork and endurance.

Every type of stream hunter mattered here.

The fighters stood at the front, meeting the monsters head-on with swords, axes, spears, and magical abilities that allowed them to confront head them head on.

They absorbed the brunt of each charge, holding the line so others could do their jobs.

Behind them, the support hunters worked tirelessly, casting shields and barriers to protect the front lines from powerful attacks, along with providing unique buffs to alleviate the fighting fatigue.

Healers moved through the chaos, tirelessly mending wounds that brought the injured back to their feet whilst trying to avoid being swept away and killed by the monsters.

And in the back, the ranged fighters rained down bullets, arrows, and spells down on the enemy, thinning the herds before they could reach the others.

Each role was important as every person had a part to play.

That was how the seventh floor was supposed to work.

But as Adam looked down from above, he saw something troubling.

'I have a feeling this batch of stream hunters would have failed the current raid without intervention...' he thought.

'There's a lack of numbers.'

It wasn't surprising, really.

The sixth floor, the one directly below this, was infamous due to the fact that it tested knowledge instead of combat...

Stream hunters who reached the sixth floor had to spend months, sometimes years, studying and passing tests before they could move on.

Many got stuck there and some never made it through at all.

'The seventh floor raid only starts when there are at least one thousand stream hunters ready to attempt it,' Adam reminded himself.

If he recalled correctly, each island would have a randomized one hundred stream hunters...

While the rest who passed the sixth floor late could join and supply the islands that lacked enough defenders.

Looking around now... the fourth island already had less than fifty stream hunters...

The others must have fallen somewhere along the way.

Killed by monsters, failed by their teams, or simply unable to keep up.

Now only this small group remained, fighting desperately to hold back a tide...

Adam wondered if the rest of the other islands had the same problem...

Adam's gaze shifted to a corner of the island where Guin stood with Xel'Shaar.

The little girl was being protected, kept away from the worst of the fighting.

Adam reached out with his power and grabbed a few storm serpents that were still barely alive.

He tossed them toward Guin's position.

The girl needed to level up.

He could tell she had been neglected, kept from battle when she should have been growing stronger.

Xel'Shaar understood immediately.

He bound the serpents with his power, holding them still so they couldn't fight back.

Guin stared at the writhing creatures at her feet.

She hesitated as her hands trembled.

She knew what she had to do, but she didn't want to.

Finally, she struck. But her eyes were squeezed shut the entire time.

'To let a little child try to get used to killing...'

'How absurd.'

Adam thought.

Normally, children who awakened were kept on the first floor until they reached a legal age to fight and ascend.

It was a rule, a protection put in place for good reason.

But this child had clearly been dragged up to the higher floors by someone...

Adam guessed it was her biological father.

Only a parent could bypass the usual restrictions due to the fact that the recent laws and human regulations within the tower weren't that solid as of yet...

'What a despicable father.'

'I'll find a safe floor to leave her on,' Adam decided.

'She might be a prodigy with her A-tier ability, but I don't need a child fighting for me.'

A notification flashed in the corner of his vision.

[Level 80 → Level 81]

[Mana capacity has been slightly increased]

He glanced at it briefly.

He was getting close now.

Soon he would reach level 100... If he defeated the true body of this floor's boss, the soul cores he gathered would be enough.

Enough to push him past his current limits and to ascend to the next existence rank.

But first, he had work to do.

Adam began to chant.

His voice was quiet, but the power behind it was immense.

All around him, the blood of countless monsters stained the ground, the rocks, the very air.

He reached out with his ability, [Crimson Dominion], and activated its second function.

He sacrificed all of it.

The blood rose.

It twisted and reformed, taking new shapes.

From the red mist, creatures emerged.

Flying beasts with wings of crimson, claws of dried gore, and eyes that burned like embers.

They scattered across the seventh floor, swarming toward the other islands.

Where they landed, monsters died.

From below, the stream hunters watched in awe.

The Angel of Death had not only descended upon them...

He had summoned demons from hell to fight at his side.

And the tide of battle shifted at last.