Multiversal Livestreaming System : I Can Copy My Viewers Skills-Chapter 89: A Suitable Vessel

Seeing the notification from one of the viewers he was familiar with, Adam wanted to smile.

He really did.

As a silent way of thanking Belisarius for the gift, the edge of his mouth twitched, his facial muscles ready to pull upward.

But he stopped himself just in time.

His expression went flat again as he instinctively retracted his cheekbones.

He knew exactly the kind of person Belisarius was.

'If I let out another one of those devilish grins, he might take the gift back out of fright…'

A soft sigh escaped him as he looked at the Crimson-Black Warden Shell before turning his thoughts toward the remaining problem.

'Now... the core.'

A vessel of this grade...

Refined, enchanted, and reinforced with so many high-quality material wouldn't function with just any core.

It needed something sturdy and potent...

Capable of both stabilizing Xel'Shaar's volatile essence and fueling the vessel's complex mechanisms.

If he gave it a weak core, it would just collapse again... maybe even worse than what had just happened.

He opened the system shop, filtering through the available cores.

[System Store – Core Selection]

[Cracked Flameheart Core] – 10,000 Gold

A slightly damaged core left behind by a minor fire spirit. Generates weak mana pulses but burns out quickly if overused. Unstable under high pressure.

[Obsidian Pulse Node] – 35,000 Gold

Common among elite golems. Steady energy output with moderate capacity. Can be used to power mid-tier constructs.

[Stellar Vein Reactor] – 88,000 Gold

A rare mana-core mined from a fallen meteor. Contains star-infused energy that regenerates over time. Can amplify magic slightly and sustain prolonged usage.

[Eclipse Soul Core] – 200,000 Gold

Forged from the essence of a fallen celestial. Powerful, with multi-affinity mana flow and exceptional capacity. Extremely hard to control without soul-binding experience.

Adam narrowed his eyes, scrolling through the options.

The last one looked promising… but 200,000 gold wasn't a joke.

And he wasn't exactly in his richest state as of yet...

Then another ping echoed.

[Nawh] : Perhaps I could be of help for the core required to keep the vessel going?

[Nawh has sent a B-tier gift]

[You have received] : Status Infinity Core : Converts kinetic movement into endless magical energy. Its output scales with motion, more movement equals faster regeneration. Passively amplifies all magic used by the host by 350%, while boosting physical stats (strength, speed, durability) by 300%. Automatically regulates spiritual pressure to prevent internal breakdown.

Adam's hand hovered over the gift notification, eyebrows lifting slightly as he read the description.

Even Xel'Shaar stirred beside him, his shapeless mass reacting instinctively to the overwhelming presence of the core that had just manifested mid-air.

"I sense no instability in this core. If I may… this should suffice."

A faint hum radiated from the Status Infinity Core...

It spun gently in place, pulsating with rhythmic energy.

It was about the size of a heart, semi-transparent, and inside swirled a small storm of black essence.

Adam didn't answer right away.

His gaze was steady, unreadable.

Then, with a faint motion of his hand, he gestured toward the core and the vessel.

"Don't waste it. It's a gift from my viewers."

His voice was calm, but firm. Almost like a command.

There was weight behind his words. A quiet reverence.

In his past life, the viewers were fickle... throwing praise and scorn depending on what made for a better stream.

But here and now, things were a bit different.

These viewers, despite still seeing him as a source of entertainment, carried something else beneath their antics.

Attachment.... and maybe even concern.

And to Adam who was only ever used to the coldness and cruelness of viewers, he quite liked this a lot better.

At first he wasn't comfortable with it, finding God-like beings act childishly...

But perhaps the joy of a streamer with good viewers was just something he was not familiar with.

Xel'Shaar's eyes dimmed slightly as he bowed his misshapen head in understanding.

"Then I shall not take it lightly."

He turned toward the shell.

Its sleek, humanoid frame stood tall and unmoving...

Beautiful in a way that contrasted its terrifying design.

Crimson patterns traced the black plates, pulsing like veins, awaiting life.

The Infinity Core floated down, settling in the cavity of the Warden Shell's chest.

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It slid into place without resistance.

Xel'Shaar's body shimmered, becoming increasingly ethereal.

Like shadows losing form.

Wisps of his essence stretched out, curling through the air toward the vessel.

[Floor 3 Boss Authority has activated.]

[Authority: Prisoner]

A wave of blackened symbols flared across the shell's surface as the system's authority took effect.

Chains of mana wrapped around the vessel and Xel'Shaar's soul, not to restrain, but to fuse, seal, and bind.

The merging began.

The Crimson-Black Warden Shell twitched.

Once.

Then again.

Light burst from its seams as the Infinity Core surged, adapting to the incoming soul.

Screeching magic spiraled around it... violent, but controlled.

A low growl filled the chamber as Xel'Shaar's form slipped completely into the vessel.

Plates shifted as the chest locked shut.

And then… silence.

A slow exhale of black mist drifted from the shell's mouth as its eyes flickered open...

Now glowing with dual pupils of red and violet. The transformation was complete.

Xel'Shaar dropped to one knee before Adam.

The once-monstrous aura had been tempered... still powerful, but now shaped by discipline and loyalty.

His voice, now carried through the resonance of the Warden Shell, came low and solemn.

"May the gods bless us into reaching Yxthar."

Gods…

Adam blinked slowly at the words.

To him, the closest things to gods weren't distant divine figures... but the ones watching him behind the screen.

The viewers.

And such "gods" were already blessing him... with numerous coins and gifts.

Just as the thought began to trail into something deeper, Xel'Shaar took a step forward.

The metallic thud of his armored heel echoed slightly in the chamber.

He straightened, voice now firm and direct.

"Hunter… no, my lord. I know the location of every cursed relic buried within this floor."

His words carried weight, the tone shifting into something eager... like a loyal knight offering weapons to a war-hardened king.

"Do you wish to claim them all?"