Multiversal Livestreaming System : I Can Copy My Viewers Skills-Chapter 78: The Death Curse

Adam exhaled slowly through his nose, the tension in his shoulders easing just slightly as he confirmed Leila was stable.

He didn't let the relief show on his faces as he was not quite used to showing concern, but his fingers unclenched from their white-knuckled grip.

A heavy hand clapped his back hard enough to stagger a normal man.

"Haha! Seven damn months rotting on that godsforsaken second floor, and we're finally moving up!"

Cael's boisterous voice echoed through the ruined battlefield, his wavy blonde hair catching the dim light as he grinned.

The massive broadsword strapped to his back clanked against its harness as he gestured wildly.

"Though I gotta ask... we all fought that bone bastard, so how come the system only announced your name, huh?"

Adam turned his head just enough to meet Cael's gaze, his expression unreadable.

Before he could respond, the blonde leaned in conspiratorially, his breath reeking of cheap healing potions.

"Level with me..."

Cael whispered, his eyes darting around as if expecting eavesdroppers.

"You got some deep-pocketed sponsor rigging the system for you?"

Leila opened her mouth, her brows furrowing at the rudeness.

She wanted to say that it was rude to ask about a person's sponsor.

However, she hesitated.

The question had crossed her mind too.

Even her viewers had been spamming her chat with theories about Adam's unnatural strength...

How he'd held entire strongholds alone, not once but multiple times.

Adam studied Cael for a long moment before answering in his usual monotone.

"Mm. You could say that."

It wasn't a lie.

His viewers... with their donations and gifts were definitely his greatest advantage.

Cael's face twisted in envy.

"Lucky bastard..."

Adam didn't respond to his curses as he just replied calmly.

"Your therapy sessions will continue on the third floor."

Seeing the change in topic, color drained from Cael's face.

"Is that really necessary?"

He gestured at himself frantically.

"Look! No red name! Totally mentally stable!"

When Adam didn't respond, Leila—bored now that the adrenaline was fading—chimed in.

"Most people with mental illnesses don't realize they have them."

She tilted her head, her dark brown hair swaying.

"They think their behavior is normal because it's normal to them."

Cael opened his mouth to protest, but Leila continued, her curiosity getting the better of her.

"Speaking of questionable decisions, why did you join the orc faction? Unless you could see the future like me, the undead faction was obviously the better choice..."

Cael's expression soured instantly.

"Because my damn viewers told me orcs were the best!"

He spat, kicking a pebble in frustration.

"Said they had 'better stats' or some shit. Fucking liars."

Adam and Leila exchanged a glance.

'So even his viewers hate him...'

They thought simultaneously.

Before the awkward silence could stretch further, a system notification materialized before them:

[Second floor will now begin resetting]

[Would you like to enter the third floor?]

[Other Options: Return to first floor]

Adam glanced towards Cael and Leila before just nodding.

Leila was about to say "See you on the third floor" when Adam suddenly tapped "Yes" without looking at them.

The world around Adam blurred, colors melting together like wet paint.

For a brief, disorienting moment, he felt weightless...

Then his boots hit solid ground with a thud.

[All viewers of 'The Chosen Conduit' have been rewarded 4x their donated coins.]

A chorus of cheers erupted in his chat, but Adam ignored them as his vision cleared.

[Welcome to the Third Floor.]

[3rd Floor – The Sunken Catacombs]

The air was thick with the scent of damp stone and something older... something rotten.

The darkness was absolute, pressing against his eyes like a physical force until his vision adjusted.

He stood in a massive underground chamber, its vaulted ceiling lost in shadow.

Ancient tombs lined the walls, their surfaces etched with faded runes that made his eyes ache if he stared too long.

[Description]

A labyrinth of forgotten tombs and buried ruins, where the dead do not rest. The silence here is heavy, broken only by the occasional whisper of something unseen. Every step could trigger ancient traps or awaken horrors best left buried.

[Story – The Forgotten Crypts]

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No records remain of the civilization that built these catacombs. They buried their dead here—then vanished. Now, only their restless corpses remain, cursed to wander the tunnels for eternity. Some say a vault lies in the deepest depths, holding an artifact that can cheat death itself. None who sought it have ever returned.

[Objective] Escape the catacombs before the death curse consumes you.

[Common Monsters] Wraiths, Mummified Guardians, Bone Golems

[Boss Monster] The Tombkeeper, Xel'Shaar – A relentless guardian who hunts those who linger too long.

[Game Mechanics]

➤ Curse Timer – The death curse weakens you the longer you stay.

➤ Shifting Labyrinth – The catacombs rearrange themselves periodically.

➤ Cursed Relics – Powerful artifacts grant temporary boosts but accelerate the curse.

Adam's fingers twitched toward his weapon as he scanned the shadows.

For some reason, he was still bothered by Leila's prophecy about him.

The man with blue hair, the woman who looked like him, the monsters that would feast on his flesh.

He forced the thoughts away.

'Overthinking it will only affect my judgement...'

Adam thought as he looked around.

The smell of his surroundings hit him...

Like rotten meat left in a damp basement.

'Still just as disgusting as I remember'

He thought.

The room was huge and dark, with old paintings on the walls showing people being buried alive.

Dozens of stone coffins lined the walls, some broken open, others sealed shut.

Dust and bones covered the floor, crunching under his boots.

The air felt wet and heavy, making his skin clammy.

From what Adam knew of the third floor's history, it used to be a sacred burial place for an ancient kingdom.

The people here believed in preserving their dead, mummifying their kings and warriors to keep their spirits alive.

But something went wrong.

The mummies didn't just stay dead... they woke up angry for some reason!

Now the place was cursed, and the boss monster, Xel'Shaar, was once the high priest who performed the rituals.

Instead of guarding the dead, he hunts the living.

Adam noticed claw marks on the walls.

Probably from other Stream Hunters who got trapped here.

Some skeletons looked like they'd died screaming.

As he stepped forward, a bone crunched under his foot.

At the same moment, glowing red text appeared...

[The Third Floor's death curse has been activated.]

[The authority of death has denied you...]

[You are immune to the death curse.]