Multiversal Livestreaming System : I Can Copy My Viewers Skills-Chapter 93: Aloof Little Brother

[Holder of Severance says that if you don't, he will hunt you down himself.]

Adam raised an eyebrow.

Adam was about to retort when his chat suddenly exploded in anger.

[WeaverOfStories has donated an F-tier gift]

[You have received] +6 Soul Cores

[WeaverOfStories] : Oh yeah? Hunt if you dare! Come, let me write a story of how I crush your balls and mince it into a smoothie!

Adam blinked.

[Prankster of Kingdoms dislikes Holder of Severance's attitude]

[David_Hughes_9017 has donated an F-tier gift]

[You have received] +31 Soul Cores

[David_Hughes_9017] : Hunt? Hunt who down? Better hide your IP and not come out...

[Angel_Breack has donated an F-tier gift]

[You have received] : +4 Soul Cores

[Angel_Breack stares at the Holder of Severance with the intent to drag him into hell]

Adam stared at the screen, lips twitching.

[Bird Hunter] : For an angel, you sure are quite cruel...

[Icy_Chaos has donated an F-tier gift]

[You have received] +3 Soul Cores

[Icy_Chaos] : >:C

[Disciple of Ice tells the chat to cool down...]

[JustJoeKing has donated 30 coins]

[JustJoeKing] : Cool down? Easy for a disciple of ice to say...

Adam sighed as he frowned.

He didn't want chaos to ensue amongst his stream chat.

He didn't mind when arguments flared over builds, item drops, or which monster had the best death quote.

That kind of drama helped with engagement.

But personal attacks and threats amongst his viewers...

That was crossing the line.

Adam knew better than anyone how quickly a few angry messages could spiral into all-out chaos.

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Although his chat had a reputation for being rowdy, unpredictable, and downright weird, he didn't want real tension to actually develop...

Tension bred instability.

His viewers were his life support right now.

His growth, his coin gain, everything.

If they started turning on each other his entire foundation could collapse.

Suddenly, a new notification popped up on the screen.

[nonexnihilio42069 has donated a D-tier gift.]

[You have received] Fatesplit Fang : An old, worn dagger once used by those trapped in an endless cycle of fate after angering a forgotten god. It allows the user to "mark" a target, increasing damage dealt to that target by 50%. (Uses 3/3)

[nonexnihilio42069]: To the new viewer, please calm down. You're overreacting. Our streamer has the ability to copy skills from his viewers. That's part of the appeal...

A pause in the chat.

Then...

[Holder of Severance]: Copy skills...? I'm not overreacting. I felt my Authority of Disconnection get interfered with. That's not something I can just ignore.

Adam frowned slightly.

So he really did feel it...

The moment Adam used [Authority of Disconnection], the original wielder had sensed it, even from whatever corner of the world, or specifically universe, they were in.

[Bird_Hunter]: He copied your Authority? How the hell is that even possible…?

[Woman of Specters is stunned by the streamer's capability.]

[Azlina_Cross_2330 has donated an F-tier gift.]

[You have received +3 Soul Cores.]

[Azlina_Cross_2330]: Did your Authority weaken after he copied it? Is that why you're upset?

The stream hung in silence for a moment.

[Holder of Severance hesitates to answer… then slowly shakes his head.]

[Experienced Old Knight]: Then there should be no problem. Don't resort to violence so quickly. It makes you look childish despite being an S-rank user...

A second later—

[Ken_The_Destroyer has donated an F-tier gift.]

[You have received +2 Soul Cores.]

[Ken_The_Destroyer] : No, no. Carry on. Violence is the simplest way to solve problems like these...

Adam narrowed his eyes.

Without saying a word, he reached for the moderation panel and muted Ken_The_Destroyer for 24 hours.

The chat froze.

For a brief moment, the stream went eerily quiet... like a classroom where the teacher had just slammed a book shut.

And then, as if the collective tension had been punctured, the viewers began behaving again.

The insults stopped. In their place came playful banter, cautious comments, and the occasional emoji spam.

The chaos hadn't completely subsided, but it was no longer spiraling.

The storm had passed replaced by curiosity and uneasy laughter.

Adam let out a small sigh.

Crisis averted...

He glanced toward the silent figure at the edge of the corridor— Xel'Shaar.

The Tombkeeper hadn't spoken a word since Adam had triggered the Authority earlier, but its presence still loomed like a shadow on the edge of memory.

"Lead the way to the exit."

Adam said sternly.

Xel'Shaar's head tilted slightly, its bones creaking as if in thought.

Then it nodded once and turned, its long, silent strides gliding across the floor as it began to move.

Behind them, Leila shifted her grip and passed the unconscious Cael to Kristoff.

"Your turn."

She muttered.

Kristoff rolled his shoulders with a sigh.

"Finally. Been waiting to use him as a mop."

With a smirk, he grabbed Cael by the chains and began dragging him without the slightest care.

Instead of avoiding the jagged rocks or uneven terrain, Kristoff made a point to steer through the roughest patches of the ground.

Cael's body bounced and jerked, occasionally catching on a sharp ridge or getting thumped by a jutting stone.

"Oops."

Kristoff muttered every time, without a hint of sincerity.

Their small party continued moving deeper through the dim corridors.

The shadows shifted with every step, and only the faint pulse of Adam's system notifications reminded him he wasn't completely alone.

[New Message from: Keeper of Essence]

A familiar name.

It was from his older brother Raiden.

[Keeper of Essence] :

Adam. Sorry I couldn't text you earlier. I saw the Tower announcement—you defeated a… true body boss? Is that what it's called? In any case, you should be on the third floor now, correct? Let me know how many coins you need. I'll send some over right away. The third floor's dangerous, so don't take any risks. Get out of there quickly.

Adam stared at the message for a moment, then tucked his hands into his pockets.

He waited a few minutes.

He wasn't about to answer too quickly...

Not because he didn't appreciate the message, but because he didn't want Raiden to know he had his notifications turned to "priority mode" for him.

As the "aloof little brother", Adam had to keep his image up.

Eventually, he replied.

[The Chosen Conduit] :

I'm heading to the fourth floor already.