Multiversal Livestreaming System : I Can Copy My Viewers Skills-Chapter 51: Timid Prophet

The air between them grew heavy, thick with unspoken thoughts.

Adam remained silent, his gaze fixed on the woman standing before him.

For someone hailed as one of the most powerful figures in the Orc Faction, Distant Eye's presence was... underwhelming.

Adam had always heard about her as if she were some enigmatic oracle, a woman who could peer into fate itself.

Yet here she was, standing awkwardly at the entrance of her tent, fidgeting slightly as if she had no idea what to say...

'This is the woman who climbed to the top because of her visions?'

Adam wasn't disappointed, not exactly.

He had met plenty of people whose reputations overshadowed their actual presence.

This was just... a bit unexpected.

Kristoff coughed, breaking the silence.

"Leila, this is, uh… Adam."

He introduced with an awkward shrug.

"You told me to recruit strong people to protect you, right?"

Leila flinched slightly before nodding.

"Yes, um… you can come inside first."

She stepped aside, motioning for them to enter.

Adam followed without a word, his eyes sweeping over the interior of the tent.

It was larger than he expected.

Thick wooden beams reinforced the fabric walls, and the faint scent of burning incense lingered in the air.

A long table sat at the center, already filled with plates of roasted meat, fruit, and dried bread.

Despite the tent's rugged, practical design, the arrangement of food was thoughtful...

An indication that the Orc Faction was more than just a band of bloodthirsty warriors.

They had structure and leadership.

Kristoff's stomach growled audibly.

Loraine glanced at him, unimpressed.

Unbothered, Kristoff reached for a chunk of bread, but before he could take a bite...

"I'd like a private conversation with you, Ms. Leila."

Adam's voice was calm but firm.

Kristoff paused, blinking.

Leila hesitated for a moment before nodding.

"Ah… okay. Kristoff, Loraine, may you leave us be?"

Kristoff let out an exaggerated sigh.

"Fine, fine. But don't expect me to leave empty-handed."

He grabbed a handful of dried fruit before heading toward the exit.

"And don't complain when I don't share later."

Loraine, as usual, didn't say much.

She simply gave Leila a glance before stepping out of the tent.

The flap fell shut.

Now, it was just the two of them.

The previous awkwardness between Leila and Adam deepened.

She sat down slowly, fingers drumming lightly against the table's surface, while Adam remained standing.

She exhaled.

"So… what exactly did you want to talk about?"

Adam didn't waste time.

"Let's cut to the chase. I want to form a partnership."

Leila blinked.

"A partnership?"

"Your cousin accidentally told me about your ability to see the future."

Adam said plainly.

"Along with a few other… details."

Leila's expression twitched.

"… I see."

She didn't deny it.

Adam continued, his voice steady.

"I need information. In exchange, I'll help you win the war on the second floor and act as your personal bodyguard until the third floor. If we continue crossing paths in the upper levels, I won't mind offering assistance then either."

Leila's lips parted slightly in surprise, but she remained quiet.

Adam leaned forward, his tone unwavering.

"Trust me. I'm the best candidate for this role."

His words weren't arrogance... they were fact.

She needed someone who could protect her, and he had no intention of letting anyone else take that position.

Not when she was one of the few people who could be very useful to figuring out the reason for the Tower's retaliation...

Leila's fingers curled slightly against the table.

Adam was about to come up with reasons as to why she should accept as he knew that such a grand oracle would definitely ask more question.

But, to his surprise...

"…Alright."

Adam's expression didn't change, but inwardly, he frowned.

'She accepted too easily..'

Someone as cautious as her, someone with knowledge of the future, shouldn't have agreed so quickly...

'Timid...'

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Leila must have realized how unnatural her reaction had been because she immediately straightened.

"A-Ah, I mean, how do I know you're strong enough to protect me?"

Adam didn't answer right away.

Instead, he pulled up his system interface and sent her a friend request.

A notification immediately appeared in front of her.

[Stream Hunter, The Chosen Conduit, has sent you a friend request.]

Leila's eyes widened slightly.

She exhaled softly.

"O-Oh… that was you."

Adam raised an eyebrow.

"You saw the universal notification from the Tower yesterday, didn't you? Then that should be enough proof."

She nodded.

A moment later, another notification popped up.

[Distant Eye has accepted your friend request.]

Leila sat back, releasing a slow breath.

"I'm glad you're not a monster…"

She murmured.

Adam frowned.

"A monster?"

Leila hesitated, then gave an awkward smile.

"In the first floor, I had a vision. It told me that if I brought Kristoff along, he'd lead me to someone on the second floor."

She swallowed.

"…But the vision didn't specify much, it even said that Kristoff would either bring me someone who would be the one to save me from an impending demise, or someone who would give me a fate worse than death."

Adam didn't speak.

Leila forced a weak laugh.

"I guess I'm lucky it was the former."

Adam remained silent, his thoughts shifting.

She had expected him.

She had known there was a fifty-fifty chance he would either save her or destroy her.

And despite that, she had still allowed Kristoff to bring him here.

'She took the risk, she really does trust her visions that much.'

'I should prevent her from doing that too much lest I want her to go insane like in my last life...'

'Also, what's with that latter part of the prophecy... I don't think I have any reason to kill this prophet.'

Adam thought.

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After a moment, Adam spoke again.

"Why did you choose the Orc Faction?"

Leila blinked at the sudden question.

She shifted in her seat, her hands pressing together.

"M-My vision told me this faction would win the war…"

Adam narrowed his eyes slightly.

'Is it a result of my influence?'

The Orc Faction wasn't supposed to win under normal circumstances...

Their numbers were too imbalanced.

The Undead Faction always overwhelmed them, crushing them before they could even establish a proper foothold.

If they had even the slightest chance of victory now, then it would most likely be because of a strong anomaly.

Because of him.

A heavy silence settled between them.

Leila lowered her gaze, then spoke, her voice softer this time.

"…I was desperate."

Adam remained still.

"My visions—"

She hesitated, Leila's fingers traced an idle pattern on the table.

"They aren't always clear..."

She admitted, her voice quieter now.

"S-sometimes, I see paths, but not the steps that lead to them. I knew the Orcs would win, but I didn't know why. I just… followed what I saw."

She let out a soft, almost self-deprecating laugh.

"Honestly, I was starting to think I made the wrong decision."

There was a brief pause before she suddenly straightened, as if remembering something important.

"A-ah, that's right!"

She clapped her hands lightly.

"If we win this second-floor war, I-I'll help you in advance by using [Personalized Destiny] on you!"

Adam's gaze remained expressionless.

"What's that?"

Leila perked up slightly, glad for the shift in focus.

"It's one of my skills!"

She explained, a bit more confidently this time.

"It has a cooldown of three months, but it lets me see which specific event in your future will have the biggest impact on your life. Not just vague glimpses... an actual, concrete node that changes everything!"

She tilted her head, studying him.

"If we win, I'll use it on you as an advance payment."

He exhaled slowly, eyes unreadable.

"Alright."