Multiversal Livestreaming System : I Can Copy My Viewers Skills-Chapter 47: Radiant Apostle

Adam stood among the wreckage, gripping a crimson spear crafted from his own blood.

His dark red robe fluttered in the wind, his stern eyes scanning the battlefield.

A notification flickered before his vision.

[Ironbear summon has been slain]

[+50 EXP, +0.02 Soul Core]

[Level 28 → Level 29]

[Magic Defenses have been slightly increased]

Adam frowned slightly.

'Summoned creatures barely give anything…'

As he dismissed the notification, a system-wide alert flashed across his vision.

It was the notification he received earlier which made him rush towards the orc-settlement.

[Siege Battle Alert!]

Defend Orc Settlement #21!

[Orc Settlement 21: 65% Conquered]

[Mission: Prevent the conquest rate from reaching 80% or higher!]

The numbers told him all he needed to know.

If the rate climbed past 80%, the settlement would fall.

The orcs would be wiped out, and the undead faction would gain a foothold in this region!

In front of him, hordes of undead swarmed forward...

Skeletal warriors, ghouls, and towering zombie abominations reinforced by stream hunters from the undead faction!

He couldn't take them all head-on...

A direct fight would only slow him down, and by the time he carved his way through them, the conquest rate would be too high to reverse.

Adam exhaled and snapped his fingers.

[Surreal Creation] Activated.

In an instant, the orcs battling the undead began to change their appearance!

Their rough green skin faded into pale bone, their tusks vanishing, their features reshaping into twisted undead warriors.

Adam disguised them with an illusion to confuse the enemies!

The undead mobs hesitated.

Their simple minds struggled to comprehend why their supposed allies were now indistinguishable from enemies...

The orcs, seeing their foes confused, wasted no time.

They roared and charged, cutting down the disoriented undead with renewed ferocity!

Among the enemy ranks, a stream hunter in dark robes narrowed his eyes at the scene.

"What the hell?"

He muttered.

He turned to his teammate, intent on figuring out what was going on.

Before he could speak, a "skeleton" behind him suddenly swung its arm, striking the back of his neck with brutal precision.

The stream hunter collapsed.

Adam, still disguised as an undead soldier, straightened and cracked his knuckles.

With his illusion still active, he activated [Body Blood Magic] and dove into the fray.

The skeletal warriors around him shattered as he tore through them with crimson spikes.

[+30 EXP, +0.01 Basic Soul Core]

[+30 EXP, +0.01 Basic Soul Core]

[+30 EXP, +0.01 Basic Soul Core]

[Faction points are increasing…]

The orc-aligned stream hunters, though confused about where their orc allies had gone, recognized the opportunity.

With the undead turning on each other, they pressed the attack, hacking through the now-weakened enemy ranks!

...

Overlooking the battlefield...

From a rocky cliffside, a man in golden robes observed the unfolding battle.

His expression twisted in confusion.

"An illusion ability?"

The Radiant Apostle, a C-Tier ability user known for his devastating solar magic, clenched his fist.

His ability, [Solar Heat Control], could incinerate a battlefield in moments...

His eyes narrowed as he lifted his hand up in the air to activate his skill again.

Beside him, a Stream Hunter that looked like a knight clad in white and gold armor hesitated.

"S-sir!"

The knight said urgently.

"You can't use that ability again. Many of our stream hunters were caught in your last attack—"

The Radiant Apostle sneered and shoved the knight aside.

"The final rewards before ascending depend on how many of us win the war when heading into the third floor!"

He said coldly.

"The more survivors, the less each of us gains. If some weaklings die here, so be it... it only means that they weren't meant to climb the Tower of Yxthar!"

The knight clenched his fists, his jaw tightening in frustration.

But he knew better than to challenge a C-Tier user directly.

Without another word, he turned and left, unwilling to get caught in the inevitable blast!

The Radiant Apostle raised his hand.

The air shimmered around him as solar energy condensed into a burning sphere.

Just as he was about to unleash it—

Slash!

A blade cut through the air, severing his right arm at the elbow.

The Radiant Apostle gasped, staggering back.

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His eyes darted to his attacker... a skeleton standing unnervingly close!

No...

Not a skeleton...!

The illusion faded, revealing a tall man with short black hair, dark red robes, and cold, calculating eyes.

The Apostle gritted his teeth.

"Who… are you?"

Adam didn't answer immediately.

He studied the man, then glanced at the glowing red name tag floating above him.

It wasn't a light red. It was deep, almost black...

A sign of a mass murderer.

"The tag above you..."

Adam finally said, his voice even.

"It's not just red. It's soaked in it. How many innocent people did you kill?"

The Radiant Apostle's lips curled into a sneer.

"You're a red-name too."

"Answer my question."

Adam's voice turned sharp.

The Apostle's smirk faltered for a moment, but then he scoffed.

"Since you're so concerned about my red-name tag, why don't I kill you and lighten the color?"

With his remaining hand, he tried to activate

[Solar Heat Control]—

However, just then...

The blood from his hand that was sliced by Adam earlier suddenly turned into a sharp blade!

The razor-thin edge sliced cleanly through his neck!

SHNK!

His head tumbled from his shoulders before he could even speak...

[Ember-Ranked Stream Hunter has been slain.]

[+810 EXP, +0.4 Basic Soul Core.]

[+231 Gold.]

[You have killed a Red-Named Stream Hunter.]

[Infamy has turned into Honor.]

[You are now a Green-Named Stream Hunter.]

[Honor: 75]

'Despite having a C-tier ability and a higher level than me... Without the proper combat skills and conditions, even Elara could kill someone like you...'

Adam exhaled.

He had killed plenty of people before, but he preferred to be selective.

Not every red-name deserved execution.

Some had reasons, and some were redeemable.

But this kind of red-name, the kind that killed his own allies for personal gain... was beyond saving!

He dismissed the notification and glanced toward his livestream chat, where messages flooded in.

[Experienced Old Knight has donated 20 coins]

[Experienced Old Knight] : Good! That red-name label is a shame to one's dignity!

[Mads_1401 has donated 10 coins]

[nonexnihilio42069] : I personally thought it was a lot more ideal and cooler. It's also more practical as fear can make it so that less people bother you.

[5th Style Sword Master] : It's better to make allies than to make enemies of many, child.

[Prankster of Kingdoms pretends he doesn't hear the 5th Style Sword Master]