Multiversal Livestreaming System : I Can Copy My Viewers Skills-Chapter 111: Disagreement

"If this fails?"

Adam's voice cut through the dim stillness like a blade, low and even.

Celestia's needles paused for the first time in minutes. The yarn twitched between her fingers, but her face remained calm.

"Then we move to the next plan."

She said, threading another loop.

"We use the Prophet."

Adam's eyes narrowed.

"Leila?"

Celestia nodded once.

"Obviously, who else?"

He frowned.

"You want to pit Leila against Elaric? Or is there something she can do that'll help us gain advantage?"

Celestia didn't deny it.

"There is. But it's not a physical confrontation, nor will we be able to help once she's against him."

Her tone shifted, becoming almost reverent.

"Leila is a unique stream hunter capable of foresight. She is the only person alive whose very presence destabilizes the assumptions that omniscience relies on."

Adam's skepticism was immediate.

"Doesn't his omniscience ability allow him to see through things? How do you plan to challenge that?"

Celestia met his gaze, unblinking.

"Because there is one domain where his grasp is weakest—the future."

Adam tilted his head.

"But… doesn't omniscience include the future?"

"Not entirely for him as of yet."

Celestia replied.

"His authority over the omniscience governs all that is known. And the future, by its nature, is not yet known... only projected."

She resumed knitting slowly.

"As of now, Elaric can simulate countless outcomes based on logic, information, and context. But Leila doesn't need to simulate. She sees."

A long silence passed between them.

Then, quietly, he asked.

"How does challenging an Authority work?"

He didn't raise his voice, but there was weight behind the question... more than simple curiosity.

There was intent.

Celestia smiled faintly, the kind of smile that didn't come from joy, but from memory.

"It's different for every Authority."

She said.

"Some can be contested by philosophy. Others, by sacrifice. Some must be shattered through contradiction. But I know one example... one that multiple universes still remember."

She didn't look at Adam as she spoke next.

Instead, her eyes slid briefly toward Xel'Shaar, who stood silent behind him, unmoving like a statue of decay.

"The Authority of Death..."

She said softly.

"Was once challenged by the wielder of the Authority of Life."

Adam raised his head slightly.

"When the challenge came the embodiment of Death demanded a toll. It wanted them to kill the most precious life there is."

She continued.

Celestia's voice became hushed, almost reverent, as if retelling scripture.

"The wielder of Death answered by ending billions."

"From kings, queens, heroes, tyrants, children, to even self-proclaimed gods. Not out of cruelty, but conviction. To Death, all life was precious. And thus, all life was equal in its right to end."

"Mercy and guilt had no role in it."

She added, her needles clicking.

"Only balance."

Adam's jaw tensed, but he didn't interrupt.

Celestia finally stopped knitting.

Her hands rested in her lap. Her expression grew still.

"But the wielder of the authority Life… did something different."

She met Adam's gaze.

"They took their own life."

Adam didn't respond at first.

His brows furrowed, but his expression remained unreadable.

Celestia went on, her voice calm but heavy with implication.

"They chose to die.... not in defiance, but in acceptance."

"And not as an escape, but as an offering. They sacrificed the only life they had the full power to preserve rightfully. The one life they had spent their entire existence fighting to protect."

"Because to Life… the most precious life is your own. After all, the value of life can only be defined by oneself, judging others of their value cannot be rightful."

A long silence followed.

Even the ambient sounds around them seemed to still.

Adam's voice was low when he finally spoke.

"And what happened to them?"

Celestia looked away for a moment.

"They never came back. But the user of Life won the authority over death. Hence, no one really knows what happened to them after."

She smiled faintly, something sad behind it.

"As for the previous authority of death user, well. That's self explanatory."

"I see. So as long as you know you have the capability of doing so, anyone can challenge an authority user?"

Adam said, intrigued.

"Well..."

Celestia added, her tone softer now

"Why do you think each floor of the Tower of Yxthar carries an Authority?"

That made him pause.

The wheels turned visibly in his mind.

"…Because the Tower stole them from other worlds?"

He asked slowly, uncertain.

"Not stole."

Celestia corrected gently.

"Took, claimed, and conquered."

She lifted her eyes, sharp and knowing.

"I presume it challenged and defeated these universes, these gods, these champions of meaning, before it rightfully took their Authority."

"You can't bear to challenge an Authority you don't understand. And you certainly can't hold one you can't represent."

Adam felt a chill crawl down his spine.

"So… you're saying Yxthar can represent all of them?"

Celestia nodded.

"Think about that, Adam. What kind of being... what kind of entity... can not only defeat entire systems of belief and meaning, but then reshape itself to embody each of them in turn?"

The knitting stopped.

"That's what terrifies me. Not the fact that Yxthar is powerful. But that it is... adaptable. That it can represent Purpose, Decay, Bloodlust, Judgment, Flesh... and more. All within itself."

Her voice dropped to a whisper, laced with both fear and awe.

"To contain so many authorities… how powerful must Yxthar be..."

There was silence between them for a minute.

Adam then had a thought.

"If Leila fails to challenge Elaric, what'll happen to her?"

Celestia was silent for a second.

And that silence was enough for Adam to understood what it meant.

If Leila fails to win the challenge against Elaric's omniscience, then it meant certain death.

Adam's face turned grim immediately.

"Then I disagree. I won't let you make her challenge Elaric."

Celestia glanced at him as she stopped knitting.

She paused what she was doing as she glanced towards where Leila and the others were.

"That's not for you to decide."