Multiversal Livestreaming System : I Can Copy My Viewers Skills-Chapter 94: Theory of Outsiders

[The Chosen Conduit]

: I'm heading to the fourth floor already.

There was a long pause before Raiden replied.

[Keeper of Essence]

: ...I see.

[Keeper of Essence has donated 50,000 coins]

Adam chuckled softly to himself.

Typical.

Just as Adam was committed to playing the aloof little brother, Raiden was clinging to his own brand of calm, reliable, older brother stoicism.

Neither of them ever said it outright, but both were well aware of the unspoken performance.

Another message followed.

[Keeper of Essence]

: On the fourth floor, the air will be poisonous. And once you're inside, your shop access will be restricted... antidotes won't be purchasable anymore. But there's a loophole. Buy multiple Purifying Lotuses beforehand. You can stock them now through the system shop.

Adam nodded slowly.

That's right. The loophole had already made the rounds in private messages between stream hunters....

Buying Purifying Lotuses before entering the fourth floor allowed you to bypass the worst of the swamp's toxic air.

A gift from the gods of poor balancing and lazy patchwork.

Strangely enough, the Tower of Yxthar hadn't bothered to correct it.

Either it didn't care, or it saw the loophole as part of the challenge itself.

Still, the fourth floor was no joke.

'The only problem is that the Purifying Lotuses aren't permanent.'

They granted only temporary resistance... thirty minutes, maybe 50 at most depending on purity. If you ran out mid-run, and your Blight Meter hit 100%...

Then you were bound to play the fourth floor on hard core mode...

[Seyra has donated an F-tier gift]

[You have received] +1 Soul Core

[Seyra] : Why not just buy gas masks to prevent breathing the poisonous air?

[Bird Hunter] : The Blight most likely has magic properties that can bypass through such technology. That swamp has the body of an Ancient Warlord rotting beneath it after all...

Ignoring the chat, Adam thought of another problem...

Each Purifying Lotus costs twenty thousand gold...

Adam winced just thinking about it.

For most players, that was a fortune.

Even for him, it would sting.

He might be climbing fast and earning a lot, but his reserves weren't endless.

He opened the system shop and started queuing up a few lotus orders when a sudden shift in the air pulled his attention forward.

It was faint at first... almost like the corridor ahead was warping.

And then, he saw it.

The exit.

No fancy portal-looking exit, no glowing doorway.

Just a crooked, stone archway half-sunken into the earth like it had been forgotten by time.

The walls around it wept faint trails of condensation, though there was no source of water in sight.

A flickering red rune was etched into the arch's keystone, pulsing softly like a dying heartbeat.

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The corridor ended too abruptly, cutting into this crooked structure as if the dungeon itself had grown tired of continuing.

It looked wrong...

Not cursed or threatening, just… out of place.

As if someone had grabbed an entirely different architecture and forced it into the catacombs like mismatched jigsaw pieces jammed together.

Even Xel'Shaar, the silent Tombkeeper, seemed to slow its pace as they approached.

"Is that it?"

Kristoff muttered under his breath.

The Tombkeeper didn't respond.

It simply halted in front of the exit, skeletal fingers folding behind its back like a ceremonial guard standing watch.

Behind Adam, Kristoff let out a low whistle.

"Looks like someone built an outhouse for the gods and forgot to decorate."

Adam stepped closer, frowning as he examined the symbols carved into the arch's frame.

The glyphs weren't in any known Tower dialect, nor were they glitched text.

Just smooth, methodical lines.

He reached out and touched the edge of the archway.

The stone was warm…

Unnaturally warm.

Not from sunlight or fire, but something older...

Deep, buried, and quietly pulsing beneath the surface like a heartbeat trapped in stone.

Just then, Xel'Shaar's voice broke the silence.

"Despite being the Tombkeeper of this floor, I have no memory of when this was ever built."

Adam turned to him, brow slightly furrowed.

"What exactly do you remember then?"

There was a pause.

Bones creaked faintly as Xel'Shaar shifted.

"When the Tower of Yxthar arrived in our universe..."

He began slowly.

"I was already cursed... marked by the Death Speakers to become the tombkeeper of these catacombs."

Kristoff and Leila, trailing behind, fell into silence.

They exchanged a brief glance but didn't interrupt...

Whatever this conversation was, it clearly ran deeper than anything they understood.

Xel'Shaar's voice drifted again.

"I remember shouts from the outside... no, not voices..."

"The aura of Death itself, trying to repel the Tower. As if Death was a presence that fought back."

Hearing his words, Adam immediately questioned.

"You remember Death as... a force?"

Xel'Shaar gave the smallest nod.

"Yes. I do not recall faces or names."

"After the resistance, I sensed the Death Speakers suddenly vanish..."

"To be frank, when my nation first heard of them, we knew they weren't born of this world either, so I assumed they just went back to their own place."

Leila frowned slightly at that but said nothing.

Adam crossed his arms.

"So they were outsiders... not native to your world. That makes sense."

He glanced at the walls around them, voice quieter now.

"I think they were summoned. Perhaps by an S-Rank user in another universe. Someone trying to fight back against Yxthar..."

Kristoff raised an eyebrow but stayed quiet, dragging Cael with a low grunt as the chain scraped against the floor.

Xel'Shaar's shoulders twitched slightly.

"Perhaps. But if that's true, they failed."

Adam narrowed his eyes as he listened.

Xel'Shaar's voice dropped low again, hollow.

"Without the Deathspeakers in the way... When I awakened as a Stream Hunter, I thought I had found hope... a path out of this curse."

He paused, as though remembering something painful.

"But when I reached the peak of my existence's value... When I stood at the edge of purpose, I understood... Entering the Tower of Yxthar was not liberation."

"It was a deeper curse."

No one spoke for a moment.

Even the air seemed to quiet, like the Tower itself was listening.

Leila shifted slightly and whispered under her breath.

"I don't get half of what they're talking about..."

Kristoff snorted.

"Me neither. Just sounds like ancient ghost trauma to me."

Adam glanced back at them briefly, then turned to Xel'Shaar again.

"If this is a curse… then why keep going?"

Xel'Shaar looked ahead, unblinking.

"Because curses are not broken by standing still."