Multiversal Livestreaming System : I Can Copy My Viewers Skills-Chapter 91: Chance Alteration Sheet

"Who's that beside Xel'Shaar…"

One of the bandit stream hunters murmured to his companions, voice barely above a whisper.

"I-I don't know… some kind of special undead? One of Xel'Shaar's elite summons?"

Another stammered, panic twisting his tone.

They stared wide-eyed at the figure walking casually beside the Floor Boss, not realizing the situation had taken a sharp turn for the worse.

Adam didn't bother explaining. He barely even acknowledged their presence.

He looked straight at Kristoff and spoke flatly.

"Stop wasting time. Let's head to the exit."

Without another word, Adam turned and walked past the bandits like they were beneath notice.

Xel'Shaar followed in silence.

His armored footsteps making a subtle, metallic hum against the stone floor.

Kristoff blinked in disbelief, struggling to process what he was seeing.

Adam... Walking beside the Floor Boss...

It should've been impossible… but Kristoff had known Adam long enough to stop trying to understand him.

This guy soloed undead settlements alone in the second floor...

If Kristoff were a floor boss, he would kneel to this guy as well!

Still, his eyes drifted to the chained man being dragged by Leila.

"…Is that Cael? What the hell happened to him..."

He opened his mouth to ask but caught himself.

He already knew what Adam would say.

He followed after them, jogging slightly.

"Wait! Adam!"

Adam paused.

He turned just enough to glance over his shoulder, expression unreadable.

"Don't ask me questions. Ask Leila. I don't waste time with explanations."

His voice was curt, matter-of-fact.

But Kristoff quickly shook his head.

"No, it's not that!"

He said, breath catching as he pointed toward the bandit stream hunters still frozen near the corridor wall.

"Kill them for me! They're from that bandit group... Rustfang Dogs! They tried to rob me, strip me, and take advantage of me!"

There was a moment of silence.

Adam's eye twitched slightly. His mouth curled in restrained annoyance.

'Seriously... stop misleading people with your choice of words.'

He thought with a grim look on his face.

The bandits, who were already pale from the appearance of Xel'Shaar, visibly recoiled.

"H-Hey! That's not what we meant!"

One of them stammered.

"We were just... trying to scare him! That's all!"

Another took a trembling step back, sweat running down his face.

"W-We didn't know he was with you!"

They looked between Adam and the towering Warden Shell behind him, their faces going from panic to full-blown terror.

After all, how the hell were they supposed to fight someone who had the literal Floor Boss following him around like a loyal guardian?

Adam glanced at them, eyes cold.

'Rustfang Dogs, huh? That bandit group…'

This content is taken from freёnovelkiss.com.

He recognized the name immediately.

In fact, he was more than just familiar with them.

The leader of that group—Krev Malgor— was someone Adam had quietly admired in his past life.

A ruthless A-tier combatant with enough destructive capability to level buildings on his own.

Krev wasn't just strong... he was calculated, loyal to a fault, and a name that brought fear to both monsters and men alike.

More importantly, the Rustfang Dogs weren't just lowly thieves.

They had once been one of the few rogue factions that stood on the frontlines during humanity's desperate defense against the invasion of the Tower of Yxthar.

They bled for the cause when many others fled.

'Still… robbing others inside the Tower?'

Adam thought, gaze darkening.

'That's the same as condemning them to death. Leaving them vulnerable in a place like this…'

He looked toward Xel'Shaar, the echo of contempt in his tone.

"Imprison them for a few days. Just enough for the death curse to take noticeable effect."

Xel'Shaar gave no verbal reply.

He simply raised one arm and activated his authority.

[Floor 3 Boss Authority has activated.]

[Authority: Prisoner]

From the ceiling above, spectral chains surged downward like vipers.

They wrapped tightly around the bandits' limbs, binding them mid-air as they were lifted from the ground and suspended, helplessly struggling against invisible force.

Adam looked at them once more, his voice calm, detached.

"If you make it out alive…"

He paused, letting the weight of his words linger.

"…tell Krev Malgor that the Chosen Conduit wants to make a deal."

"If he refuses, tell him I know of a way to kill his sister."

The bandits stared at him in disbelief, some of them still trying to wriggle free in vain.

...

After the charade with the bandits, Kristoff trailed behind in silence, casting uneasy glances between Adam and the towering presence of Xel'Shaar.

The former was calm as ever, while the latter walked with a weight that made every step echo with dominance.

Kristoff's eyes shifted to Leila, who walked quietly beside them.

Hoping for answers, he whispered.

"Hey… seriously, what's going on?"

Leila just gave him a shrug and a helpless look.

"D-don't ask me. I'm as in the dark as you are..."

She muttered back, clearly just as baffled.

Further behind them, Cael was being dragged across the uneven floor, bound in chains of energy.

His face was bruised, but oddly peaceful.

Despite the rough scraping, the man had somehow managed to doze off, his soft snores cutting through the tense silence.

Kristoff was dumbfounded.

"Is he… sleeping?"

Leila gave him a look.

"Somehow, yeah... I guess that guy could nap through an earthquake..."

The silence stretched on, thick with unspoken questions, until Xel'Shaar suddenly stopped in front of a cracked section of the wall.

"The artifact is here."

He declared, his voice like metal grinding on stone.

Without hesitation, he dropped to one knee and slammed his clawed hand into the concrete with a sharp, echoing crack.

Dust and rock split open beneath his strike.

A faint, amber glow began to emanate from the fracture.

Xel'Shaar slowly drew his arm back, and from the jagged break in the floor, he pulled out a curled, brittle-looking sheet of brown paper.

Time had clearly worn it down, yet it shimmered faintly with arcane energy.

He stood and offered it to Adam in silence, holding it with both hands as though presenting a relic to a king.

Adam took the paper without a word, giving Xel'Shaar a firm nod of acknowledgement.

A silent thank-you.

The moment he laid eyes on the item's details, his heart skipped a beat.

[Chance Alteration Sheet] : Using mana, anything written on this paper has its chance of happening increased by 25%. One-time use. (Effectiveness decreases with unrealistic or absurd requests.)

[Warning! Upon use, the Death Curse's effectivity will increase by 10%!]

A rare smile formed on Adam's face. Subtle, but unmistakable.

This… was exactly what he needed!

He turned slightly, glancing toward his stream chat, where the viewer numbers were steadily ticking upward.

With ease, he activated a familiar skill:

[Permanent Copy Activated]

[Select Viewer Skill to Copy]

The stream shimmered with choices.

One line pulsed brighter than the rest.

Holder of Severance.