Multiversal Livestreaming System : I Can Copy My Viewers Skills
Chapter 185: Falling Angel
[Hip10t has donated a Soul Core]
[Hip10t is curious about the limits of Adam’s summoning spell]
[CrispyDeath says he’s more curious about what Adam’s reflection will be]
[Experienced Old Knight] : Hm... I must admit, I’m rather curious as well. Just how powerful would our Streamer’s reflection truly be?
[Disciple of Ice] : His abilities revolve around having viewers, correct? But Floor Bosses don’t possess the Stream System. If that’s the case, how would Adam’s reflection even make use of those abilities?
[nonexnihilio42069 has donated a Soul Core]
[nonexnihilio42069] : If we’re talking about potential viewers, there is one possibility. Could the Floor Boss, [Mother of Reflections], be recognized as a [Viewer]?
[Holder of Severance] : No. [Viewer] and [Floor Boss] are separate titles. One cannot be treated as the other.
[Several of the new viewers are curiously following the chat’s discussion regarding the streamer’s abilities...]
Adam only glanced at the rapidly moving chat before returning his full attention to the battlefield.
His crimson wings carried him high above the mountain as he arrived at the tallest temple overlooking the eastern valley.
Without slowing down, he activated the passive effect of [Authority of Disconnection].
The world before his eyes immediately changed.
Countless thin strings and lines stretched throughout the entire mountain.
They intertwined with one another, connecting temples, forests, spirits, and even the surrounding air.
Perhaps because this was a world created from reflections, the countless lines were unusually translucent.
Some shone with faint colors while others constantly turned black and white, making them difficult to follow.
Adam quietly observed them.
Although he couldn’t fully understand what every connection meant and what it was supposed to represent, there was one thing that immediately stood out.
Several spiritual lines were converging toward a single location deep inside the temple.
’...Found you.’
Taking advantage of his position in the air, Adam raised a hand.
Dozens of blood spears rapidly formed around him.
With a simple wave... They descended like crimson rain.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The mountain reverberated with a series of violent explosions.
The temple roof shattered apart as pillars collapsed beneath the overwhelming bombardment.
Dust, broken wood, and shattered stone were launched high into the air.
Within moments, a massive hole had been blasted through the center of the ancient shrine.
However...
Adam’s eyes narrowed.
From within the collapsing temple, an enormous translucent spirit slowly emerged.
It towered over the ruins, its body vaguely resembling a monk wrapped in flowing robes. Its lower half dissolved into mist while countless faded prayer talismans drifted around its massive form.
It wasn’t Seo-jun’s Reflection... It was merely one of his summoned spirits.
Almost at the same time... A different image suddenly appeared within Adam’s mind.
Through the shared vision of one of his blood monkeys, he saw another figure standing quietly among the dense pine trees several hundred meters away.
It was Seo-jun’s Reflection.
The Reflection calmly lowered the talisman in his hand as though he had expected the attack from the very beginning.
Adam immediately understood what had happened.
This was the teleportation ability that Seo-jun had told them about
It was one that allowed him to switch places with one of his summoned spirits.
Luckily, he had already warned them about it before the battle.
Of course, knowing about it didn’t make it easier to deal with.
A simple exchange of positions... Yet against an opponent capable of preparing countless spirits throughout the battlefield, It became an extremely troublesome technique.
Fortunately, Seo-jun had already admitted that the ability could only be used twice.
Which meant... One of those uses had already been consumed.
Of course, Adam wasn’t foolish enough to completely rely on that information.
This Reflection was supposed to be the "strongest" version the [Mother of Reflection] could imagine and create of Seo-jun.
If there existed even the slightest possibility that Seo-jun could have obtained a way to increase that limit through different choices in his past, then this Reflection might very well possess it.
Adam refused to lower his guard.
The blood wings behind his back flapped heavily as he accelerated through the air, rapidly closing the distance between himself and Seo-jun’s Reflection.
At the same time, one of the blood monkeys reached the Reflection first.
Its sharp claws stretched forward, aiming directly for the shaman.
However, Seo-jun’s Reflection remained calm.
Without even taking a step back, it pulled out a talisman from within its robes.
The paper talisman was covered in crimson symbols that glowed faintly.
With a flick of its wrist, it tossed the talisman toward the charging blood monkey.
The talisman landed against the monkey’s forehead.
A bright golden light erupted.
Fwoosh!
The blood monkey instantly burst into blazing flames.
This fire was not ordinary, it was a spiritual flame.
A flame created specifically to purify unnatural beings or things that were deemed extraordinary.
The blood monkey let out a distorted screech before its entire body rapidly melted away into crimson mist.
At that exact moment—
Adam’s pupils shrank.
An unbearable burning pain exploded throughout his entire body.
"...!"
His expression contorted in obvious discomfort.
It felt as though invisible flames had suddenly ignited beneath his skin, scorching his muscles, veins, and bones all at once.
The pain was not on a mere physical level, it was as though something connected to his very existence was being purified.
Adam immediately understood why.
The blood monkey hadn’t been an independent summon, it had been created from his own blood!
Every drop of blood inside that creature still carried traces of his mana, his will, and a faint connection back to its creator.
Usually, destroying it through ordinary means would’ve only severed that link, but purification was different.
Just as exorcists purified cursed objects by cleansing the spiritual energy attached to them, the Reflection had used that same principle against Adam’s blood.
Rather than simply destroying the monkey... It had purified the very blood that connected it to Adam!
The backlash traveled directly through that connection, and the sudden pain disrupted Adam’s concentration.
For a brief moment, he completely lost control over the blood flowing through his own body.
The pair of crimson wings supporting him immediately trembled as the mana sustaining them became unstable.
Their shape collapsed within that very instant.
Adam’s body lurched violently before gravity claimed him.
He began falling.
The cold wind roared past his ears as the mountain rushed closer beneath him.
Below... Countless figures slowly emerged from the forests.
Every single one wore Adam’s face.
Or at least... Something that desperately tried to imitate it.
Their features were incomplete and their esat slightly too low.
The smiles on their faces stretched far too wide.
Their movements were stiff and unnatural, like broken puppets trying to copy what it meant to be human.
One after another, they slowly raised their arms toward the falling Adam.
Their necks tilted at impossible angles.
All at the same time, they opened their "mouths" to speak.
ComelittleangelComelittleangelComelittleangelComelittleangel....
Joinusjoinusjoinusjoinusjoinusjoinus...
Fallfallfallfallfallfallfallfallfallfallfall..
Diediediediediediediediediediedie...
The countless voices overlapped into a single horrifying chorus.
Voices of children, old men, women, all erupted into one.
A few others sounded exactly like Adam himself.
The mountain burst forth with their whispers as hundreds of distorted copies reached upward, eagerly waiting for him to fall into their waiting hands.
Adam’s cold gaze swept over the countless distorted spirits.
Not a single emotion surfaced on his face as he allowed gravity to take him.
The spirits eagerly reached their arms toward the falling "angel".
"..."
His feet touched the ground.
Shling.
Then, as though delayed by a single heartbeat, every spirit’s head separated from its body.
Their corpses collapsed all around Adam, leaving him standing alone amidst a field of falling bodies.