Multiversal Livestreaming System : I Can Copy My Viewers Skills-Chapter 81: Xel’Shaar, The Living Relic

"What?"

Adam's heart dropped.

Xel'Shaar… was coming toward him?

Panic flooded his body before he could even think.

It hadn't even been an hour since he left the second floor.

He hadn't rested, hadn't properly prepared.

His HP was still low, he had no sort of buffs, and he was absolutely not ready to face the Tombkeeper of the third floor!

He wasn't supposed to show up yet!

Not unless someone reached the final tomb chamber... or unless they triggered a major floor event.

Was it because of the [Death Curse Immunity]?

That reward he'd gotten earlier... had it marked him as something more?

Had it been a flag? A trigger?

Adam's mind raced.

He didn't have the strength to fight this thing head-on. Not now.

Without hesitation, he ripped open his inventory and activated one of the strange items a viewer had gifted him—

[Location Swapper]!

A flash of light burst outward, and Adam's body flickered.

In an instant, he switched places with one of the nearby mummified guardians...

Appearing exactly where the undead monster had stood.

At the same moment, he activated another skill—

[Surreal Creation]

A cloak of illusion fell over him, reshaping his appearance.

Rotted wraps coiled around his limbs, dust settled into his skin, and his eyes dimmed with the same dull glow as the other guardians.

He had completely taken on the appearance of one of the floor's mummified guardians.

'Blend in. Hide. Just long enough to think...'

But before he could even begin formulating an escape plan, something strange happened.

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All of the nearby monsters...

Wraiths, guardians, even the half-sunken ones embedded in the walls...

Slowly turned their heads toward him.

Their glowing eyes locked onto him like searchlights.

What...?

His illusion hadn't fooled them?

Just as Adam thought this, a system notification rang out.

[Hidden Conditions Triggered!]

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

[The Tombkeeper Xel'Shaar has activated <True Body> status.]

[Floor 3 Authority has been distributed.]

[May the battle…]

[BEGIN!]

Adam looked up.

And he saw it.

Emerging from a sunken mausoleum wall, slowly dragging itself out like a buried god returning to the surface—

Xel'Shaar.

It was no ordinary monster.

A stitched-together horror of mummified corpses and shattered bones, fused into a single towering abomination.

Its four massive arms hung at uneven angles, two ending in broken blades, the others in clawed fingers made from sharpened bones.

Its "face" was not where a face should be.

Instead, a swirling vortex of screaming spirits spun endlessly within its open ribcage, their tortured expressions flickering like candlelight behind old glass.

Chains and burial wrappings coiled around its entire body, some loose, others pulled taut, as if struggling to hold the entire structure together before it collapsed in on itself.

Its lower half didn't walk.

It melted into the stone.

Its massive frame was bound eternally to the labyrinth, its legs fused with the floor, its body half-merged with the walls.

The catacombs didn't hold Xel'Shaar...

Xel'Shaar was part of it!

Adam's eyes widened.

He dropped the [Surreal Creation], revealing himself fully. If hiding wouldn't work, then he had no choice.

Seeing that he couldn't avoid such a sudden fight, Adam immediately dispelled [Surreal Creation] as he silently activated [Temporary Copy].

[Temporary Copy has been activated]

[Select a viewer to copy]

5th Style Sword Master.

[Select between two skill options]

5th Style Absolute UntouchableHeaven's Parameter

[Heaven's Parameter has been chosen]

[Reducing Heaven's Parameter to its E-tier version...]

[Heaven's Parameter has been reduced to Area of Wrath]

[Area of Wrath] : A 10-meter zone around the user becomes a killing field. Invisible slashes strike all enemies within range.

Adam raised his weapon, prepared to launch his first strike—

But the monster spoke first.

Or at least, it tried.

Its voice wasn't sound.

It was pressure.

A mental scream laced with ancient whispers, slamming directly into Adam's mind like a wave of freezing water.

The words formed not in his ears, but in the empty space of his thoughts.

"You..."

It wasn't angry.

It wasn't hostile.

It was... curious.

The vortex of spirits in its chest pulsed slowly, and Adam could feel the way its gaze pierced through him, ancient and blind.

"I knew your kind in the Age of Silence..."

"They are all gone now..."

"Why are you still here?"

Adam stood frozen.

The words felt like they didn't belong in this time.

As if they had been spoken thousands of years ago, and only now reached his ears.

The chains on Xel'Shaar rattled with every syllable, groaning against the monster's movements.

Adam didn't answer.

He couldn't.

Because he didn't even understand the question.

"My kind…?"

The monster's voice returned, each syllable like a groan of breaking stone and the screech of chains dragged across hollow tombs.

"You... The smell of a... Deathspeaker..."

Adam's breath caught in his throat.

That word—

Deathspeaker.

The term sparked something from what he'd learned about the third floor's history...

Long before the catacombs were sunken, before the dead forgot their names…

There had been an era known as the Age of Silence.

A time when Death itself had a voice. It chose heralds... those who could speak on its behalf!

They were called Deathspeakers!

Not cultists, not necromancers.

But something far more terrifying...

Living vessels of the Authority of Death itself!

They were beings that could unmake a soul with nothing but a whisper.

Adam's thoughts turned grim.

Xel'Shaar hadn't always been this abomination.

He was once a king.

A mortal ruler of a powerful nation that dared to defy the natural cycle.

Obsessed with eternal life, his civilization dug too deep, reaching into forbidden rites.

They tried to steal the secrets of the Deathspeakers... those who communed with the void beyond life.

It was a mistake.

The Deathspeakers didn't retaliate with weapons.

They didn't send armies.

They simply erased the kingdom.

One night was all it took.

No fire, nor blood, and not even screams.

Just silence...

Every trace of Xel'Shaar's empire vanished.

Its people. Its records.

Even the memory of their name was swallowed.

Only the king remained...

Not as a survivor... but as a warning!

The Deathspeakers hollowed out his soul.

Bound it in chains.

And shackled him to these catacombs.

Xel'Shaar, the eternal tombkeeper.

Cursed to remember a world no longer remembered by anyone else...

Adam swallowed hard.

Xel'Shaar...

A living relic from a time when death had rules no one understood.

And suddenly…

He remembered something else.

During the day of the retaliation, before dying, he and his team had encountered a strange monster.

A towering figure with six legs, each ending in jagged talons.

The one who carried a staff carved from something blacker than night, its head crowned with twisted horns.

It was the same one that whispered "Death"—

The one that had killed him and all his teammates, before Adam was sent back to the past!

'Was that... a deathspeaker?'

Adam thought, his mind racing.

A theory formed in his head.

Could it be that, because a deathspeaker had marked him with "Death," the Death Authority had officially labeled him as dead?

And if so, did that explain why he had gained [Death Curse Immunity]?

Perhaps the reason Xel'Shaar had found him so quickly was that he recognized the mark left by the deathspeaker.

But it's already been weeks...

Not to mention, time had already rewound...

The death mark should have faded by now, shouldn't it?

Adam frowned, turning the idea over in his mind.

Could this be the power of the Death Authority?

Even after time had rewound, the mark might have remained on him…

Truly, the power of an S-tier ability was something Adam couldn't help but covet even more!

After making up the theory in his mind, Adam glared towards Xel'Shaar, preparing for a fight.

But suddenly, Xel'Shaar bowed its hideous body, its voice a low rasp.

"I seek forgiveness..."

Xel'Shaar's voice was the groan of tomb doors opening after millennia, the sound layered with echoes of long-dead kings.

His monstrous form shuddered as he pressed his forehead to the cold stone, chains shrieking in protest.

"You who walk with Death's hand upon your shoulder... you who bear the Mark of Ending when all others have faded..."

The vortex of souls in his chest stilled, the screaming faces turning their hollow gazes upon Adam.

"I have kept my vigil. I have borne the weight of memory. The ages have turned to dust around me, yet I remain."

His claws scraped against the catacombs floor, etching ancient runes of surrender.

"If the Deathspeakers yet live in you... then do what they would not."

"Unmake me."

The word hung in the air, not as a plea, but as a sacred invocation.

The catacombs themselves seemed to hold their breath.

"Let me sleep, as all things should."

Adam stared into Xel'Shaar's hollow eyes.

'Does he think he'll be granted true death if I kill him in his [True Body] form?'

'He probably doesn't know that even the those terrifying Deathspeakers have fallen to the Tower of Yxthar already...'

Even if the Deathspeakers, with all their power, were to somehow unbind Xel'Shaar from the catacombs...

Even if Adam ended Xel'Shaar's [True Body] here and now...

It would still be at the mercy of the Tower of Yxthar's twisted hand.

Their fates were not theirs to decide.