Multiversal Livestreaming System : I Can Copy My Viewers Skills-Chapter 53: Necromancer

The thick forest swayed ahead, its twisted branches reaching toward the sky like skeletal fingers.

A thick fog rolled over the damp ground, slithering between tangled roots and rocks.

Every step felt heavier in the cold night air.

Beyond the trees, past the uneven terrain, stood what once was a orc settlement which had now become a stronghold for the undead faction.

A dark, crumbling fortress, its walls worn with time but still standing strong.

Faded banners hung limply from its towers, stained with decay.

The flickering blue glow of torches lined the perimeter, casting long, eerie shadows.

Adam crouched low in the undergrowth, his gaze fixed on the guards patrolling the walls.

Their movements were precise, repeating the same patterns over and over again, like a routine burned into their rotting minds...

He counted their steps.

Watched the exact moment when they turned their backs...

Leila knelt beside him, gripping her staff.

The polished metal gleamed faintly in the dim light, intricate etchings spiraling up its length.

It was a government-sponsored weapon, bought specifically for her due to how precious her ability was.

It required only a focus of her mana, and it would handle the rest, converting her energy into destructive beams of mana...

'Quite the expensive gift...'

Adam secretly thought to himself, he knew that staff cost about 8,500 coins...

Leila's breathing was slow, controlled.

"Do we move now?"

She whispered.

"Not yet. We wait."

Adam replied with an empty expression.

The silence stretched between them, broken only by the distant groans of the Undead within the stronghold's walls.

The mist thickened, swirling like a living thing, creeping across the damp earth.

Then, from the far end of the horizon, a horn sounded.

A deep, hollow noise that echoed across the land.

Adam's expression didn't change, but his fingers curled slightly.

"That's our cue..."

He activated [Surreal Creation], his body and Leila's blending into the environment.

The illusion wrapped around them, shifting with their movements, making them nearly invisible in the darkness.

They moved.

The ground beneath them was uneven, the terrain treacherous.

Adam's steps were light, as though his body had been trained to be able to do such things.

Leila followed closely, her presence light and almost weightless.

Then, without warning, she suddenly stopped...

Adam turned, noticing the sudden shift in her posture.

Her eyes had dulled, her expression frozen in thought...

As if something unseen had wrapped itself around her mind.

He frowned.

"Leila?"

She blinked, snapping back to the present before turning her gaze toward a barely visible path through the undergrowth.

"Fate is telling me that it's better to go that way..."

She said, her voice steady despite the eerie weight of her words.

Adam studied her for a moment.

Her ability was strange and quite unpredictable...

It didn't seem like something she consciously activated, but rather something that occurred to her in fragmented moments.

'A passive ability that triggers randomly…'

He thought.

'That makes it both unreliable and invaluable.'

Without argument, he nodded.

"Lead the way."

They veered off the planned route, weaving through the trees in the direction fate had dictated.

The stronghold's outer wall loomed ahead, ancient stone worn down by time and neglect.

Cracks ran through its surface, vines creeping over its base like nature itself sought to reclaim what had been tainted.

Two guards stood near a broken archway....

Undead warriors clad in rusted armor, their flesh stretched thin over brittle bones.

Their dull, milky eyes scanned the fog, but their movements were sluggish, as if their bodies had long since forgotten what it meant to be alive.

Adam didn't hesitate.

A single flick of his wrist sent a thin, razor-like strand of blood surging from his palm.

The crimson thread glided through the air, wrapping around the first Undead's throat before pulling tight.

The creature gave a guttural rasp as its spine snapped, its lifeless body crumpling to the ground.

[Undead Warrior has been slain]

[+65 exp, +0.014 soul core]

At the same time, Leila moved.

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She gripped her staff, a pulse of mana surging through her fingertips.

A beam of concentrated energy shot forth, striking the second Undead square in the chest.

The creature barely had time to react before its torso disintegrated into smoldering fragments, the air sizzling from the residual heat.

Adam knelt beside the fallen Undead, his fingers brushing against its exposed wrist.

He then activated [Body Blood Magic] to try and control traces of its blood.

He was searching... not for life, but for a lingering trace of command.

The thing about [Body Blood Magic] was that it was harder for him to control blood that have already been affected by the mana of others...

Especially when the quality of the person's mana was higher than his.

This was most likely the reason why [Body Blood Magic] was only a D-tier ability.

His brow furrowed.

"The Necromancer's control is weak here. He's directing his energy elsewhere..."

Leila's eyes flickered with understanding.

"That means he's preoccupied?"

Adam rose to his feet, glancing at her.

"Exactly. Which means now's our best chance to strike..."

They slipped through the broken archway, entering the stronghold's decaying interior.

The corridors were a maze of collapsed walls and crumbling pillars, the scent of rot thick in the air.

Faint, distant sounds of movement echoed through the halls...

Shuffling footsteps, the soft clatter of bones.

They moved in tandem, ducking behind broken stone and slipping past slow-moving patrols.

Whenever an enemy came too close, Adam dispatched them with quick, precise movements.

His control over blood turning each kill into a silent execution.

Leila, despite her nerves, moved with the precision of someone guided by something beyond sight.

She would pause, glance at the paths ahead, and adjust their course before Adam even needed to ask.

At one point, she murmured.

"Left..., not right."

Adam didn't question it.

They turned left.

Moments later, the air behind them trembled, and a heavy, bone-crushing force slammed into the corridor they had just avoided... a trap laid by the Undead, activated by an invisible sigil.

Adam exhaled through his nose and gestured toward the entrance.

They slipped inside.

The interior of the stronghold was worse than the outside.

The air was thick with the stench of rot and dried blood.

Bones littered the stone floors, some old, some fresh.

The deeper they went, the louder the groans became...

Low, lifeless murmurs coming from cells along the hallway.

Leila's grip on her staff tightened.

"The prisoners…"

Adam's eyes scanned the cells.

Rows of Orc warriors, their bodies weakened but their eyes still burning with a will to fight.

He could see it in them.... the hatred, the anger, and the hunger for vengeance.

However, before freeing them, they had to deal with the master of this settlement...

The chamber at the heart of the stronghold was vast, its ceiling high and draped in tattered banners.

Dim blue light flickered from enchanted braziers, casting an eerie glow over the stone floor, where intricate spellwork had been carved into the rock.

And there, standing in the center of it all, was their target.

The Necromancer.

A figure clad in layered robes of deep black and sickly green, his skeletal hands outstretched over a raised altar.

Chains lined the walls, some holding prisoners who had long since turned into hollow husks... neither alive nor fully dead.

Faint whispers of dark incantations spilled from the Necromancer's lips, his presence exuding an unnatural chill.

Leila's breath hitched.

"He's... powerful."

Adam didn't respond immediately.

He simply observed, his mind analyzing.

The moment they attacked, the entire stronghold would react.

They had to be precise and swift...

Then, as if sensing their presence, the Necromancer stopped chanting.

His head turned ever so slightly.

His hollow, sunken eyes locked onto Adam's.