Multiversal Livestreaming System : I Can Copy My Viewers Skills

Slash!

The sharp sound of tearing flesh echoed through the dark hall.

Blood sprayed like a fountain as crimson spikes erupted from the ground, skewering Celestia's puppet mid-step.

The creature jerked violently, twisting unnaturally as the red spikes punched through its body.

For a brief moment, it looked like Adam had gained the upper hand.

He narrowed his eyes, preparing another barrage, ready to finish it.

But before he could act, the puppet suddenly went limp.

Its head dropped.

Its limbs hung like strings had been cut...

Thud!

The puppet collapsed to the ground with a lifeless crash.

Adam froze.

'It died?'

The thought came quickly, but something didn't sit right.

His gaze sharpened, and almost immediately, he corrected himself.

'No... this isn't death. Celestia cut the connection between her and the puppet...'

He lowered his hand slowly, the blood surrounding him still pulsing with energy.

But his brows furrowed as a heavy silence settled over the hallway.

The spikes slowly retracted into the floor, leaving behind a pool of blood and a still corpse that wasn't really a corpse.

It was just a shell.

A puppet that had been discarded.

...

Deep in the far side of the Sunken Catacombs…

In a different corridor twisted with decaying stone and glowing fungi, Leila stood with her back against the wall.

Beside her, Cael dashed forward, slicing through a skeleton with a clean upward swing of his sword.

Bones shattered and ash scattered into the air.

Dozens of undead had risen to block their path, but they were barely a delay.

Leila raised her staff high, the blue gem at its tip lighting up with a surge of mana.

"Move!"

She called.

Boom!

A burst of magic exploded forward, wiping out the last group of monsters that staggered toward them.

The blast shook the walls and blew the rotting bodies into dust.

As the echoes died down, Leila lowered her staff and took a deep breath.

"We're clear... for now."

Cael dusted his coat with a grin.

"Not bad. You've been getting stronger."

Leila gave him a faint awkward smile, but her expression didn't fully relax.

"I sent messages to Kristoff and Adam about where we are…"

She murmured, still scanning the path ahead.

She hesitated before continuing.

"Kristoff's having a hard time pinpointing our location. The catacombs keep changing its layout... making it hard to track signals. A-adam, on the other hand, hasn't responded at all."

Cael turned to look at her, his sword resting on his shoulder.

He grinned calmly.

"Don't stress over Adam. Worry about Kristoff first. The floor objective is to escape, right? As long as we regroup with him, we can focus on finding the exit."

He walked a few steps forward and gestured for her to follow.

"No need to bother with the floor boss."

Leila raised an eyebrow.

"B-but what if it finds us first..."

Cael shrugged.

"If it does, we run. Simple."

That was true... With Cael's ability, running away was always an option.

Leila thought.

Then, as if remembering something amusing, Cael chuckled lightly and added.

"As for Adam... he's probably already hunting the boss down."

Leila didn't reply right away.

Her smile faded as her thoughts drifted.

She stared ahead, eyebrows slightly furrowed, clearly thinking hard about how to locate Kristoff.

The shifting structure of the catacombs made it nearly impossible to track anyone without a direct signal.

And with Adam's lack of response... this was definitely gonna take quite some time.

Her fingers tightened slightly around her staff.

Just then, a soft and sweet voice echoed from one of the nearby tunnels.

"Ah, hello? Are you also stream hunters who just got here?"

The sudden voice made both Leila and Cael tense up.

They turned to face the direction it came from.

Out of the dim tunnel emerged a young woman.

Her long black hair flowed like ink, gently swaying with each step.

Her features were sharp, yet graceful, refined in a way that made her look like she didn't belong in the filth of the catacombs.

One of her eyes shimmered with a strange silver gleam, while the other burned with a deep crimson glow.

Her presence was unsettling, yet calm.

Like someone too composed in a place filled with death.

She wore a deep plum-colored cloak with embroidered patterns of silver thorns curling around the edges.

Underneath, a fitted, sleeveless combat dress clung lightly to her frame, its material dark and smooth... clearly made for mobility.

She had gloves that went past her wrists and boots built for silent movement.

Elegant, but practical.

"Sorry for the sudden conversation."

The woman said, giving them a small, polite smile.

"I arrived alone and ended up losing the teammates I was climbing with."

Leila blinked, then returned the smile, feeling slightly relieved.

At least it wasn't another monster...

"Ah, hello. It's alright."

She said kindly.

"We're actually looking for one of our team members too."

The tension in her shoulders eased just a little.

"If you want..."

Leila continued.

"You can come with us for a while, at least until you find your teammates."

She glanced at Cael, silently asking if it was okay.

Cael gave a lazy shrug, showing he didn't mind either way.

His expression remained neutral, but a teasing grin tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Mm. One more beauty to look at wouldn't hurt."

He mused aloud.

Leila rolled her eyes and ignored him, focusing back on the strange woman.

"Say..."

She asked

"How many teammates are you looking for?"

The woman took a few steps closer.

Her gait was slow but smooth, almost too perfect.

"Mm... around five of them."

She said softly.

Leila nodded.

"Ah, did any of them message you? Maybe told you where they were heading?"

The woman tilted her head slightly, as though pretending to recall.

"Yes. They all did, actually."

She said.

"That's great!"

Leila replied, her expression brightening.

"Where did they say they were?"

The woman's smile grew just a little wider.

She stopped walking.

A strange silence followed.

Then, with a calm and quiet voice, she said.

"Below you."

Leila blinked, confused.

"What?"

The woman didn't miss a beat.

"I said..."

She repeated, her smile never fading.

"They're below you."

Before either Leila or Cael could react or even process what she meant, the ground beneath their feet suddenly cracked open.

Shhlk!

Dozens of pale, rotting hands shot out from the floor, attempting to grab at their legs and ankles!

Cold, deathly fingers almost coiled around them like snakes.

The hands dragged themselves up from the stone, fingernails scraping, wrists twisting unnaturally.

"Leila, move!"

Cael shouted, slicing down at the first hand that almost touched him.

However, many more came as they dug themselves out of the ground with sheer strength!

The strange woman just stood there, watching with a tilted head.

Her silver eye glowed faintly. The crimson one burned brighter.

And then she whispered something that chilled the air.

"I never said they were alive."