Died for a Million Times: I can Copy Infinite SSS Talents!-Chapter 47 --egion of Elites

General Adamu?

The name echoed in Link's mind as he instinctively began piecing together scattered fragments of information. Truth be told, he didn't know much about the Northern Front's command structure, and even Lib, his ever-reliable talent guide, had no intel on this particular general.

Clearly, if this man carried the title of General, he couldn't be just another rank-and-file soldier.

Link frowned slightly and decided to shelve the issue for the time being. After all, with Death Rewind at his disposal, time was always on his side. And considering General Adamu hadn't even bothered to hide his identity, uncovering the truth behind his background was merely a matter of when, not if.

But what troubled Link far more was the secret transaction taking place between General Adamu and that grotesque creature—the Brain Swarm.

For a high-ranking human military officer to betray his own kind and conspire with such a monster... Link had a gnawing feeling that this betrayal might spell a devastating blow for the entire Northern Front. He could almost see it already: the collapse of defenses, the deaths of thousands, the unraveling of years of resistance.

But what were they actually planning?

Link longed to eavesdrop on their discussions—to steal even a single thread of truth. But deep down, he knew it was hopeless. Both Adamu and the Brain Swarm were beings of tremendous power. Sneaking up on them was not just dangerous—it was practically impossible.

Even with his most advanced sensory-enhancement talents, he was like a moth fluttering toward the sun—noticed before he even got close.

So, what could he do?

The only option left: trial and error. Die and rewind. Again and again. Perhaps, in one of those loops, he'd catch something—anything—that might crack the mystery.

"General Adamu, you were wise to choose the right side. With your help, our operation will undoubtedly proceed smoothly."

"I do so enjoy young bodies... tender, juicy, and oh-so-memorable."

Unsurprisingly, Link was devoured once again by the Brain Swarm's revolting, fang-lined maw.

"General Adamu, you were wise to choose the right side..."

"Trying to run? You're dreaming."

Another death. Another rewind.

And finally—a breakthrough.

When Link opened his eyes this time, he was greeted by the glow of a new talent acquisition: Adamu's S-grade talent — Spatial Shift.

This ability allowed instantaneous short-distance teleportation. The range depended on the user's power level, but in essence, it functioned like a flash step—a combat displacement tool of the highest caliber.

Link's eyes sparkled.

With this new trick up his sleeve, he returned to the loop. And while he couldn't count how many deaths it had taken, something had changed.

He could finally begin to dodge.

Link wasn't just surviving—he was adapting. With the Spatial Shift talent, he could dance on the razor's edge of danger. Even though Adamu was many levels stronger than him, he could no longer land a clean blow.

Link moved like someone who could see the future—an elusive ghost slipping through cracks in reality.

After half an hour of relentless pursuit, General Adamu's patience finally snapped.

He was a high-tier powerhouse, yet he had been outwitted by a bug for thirty whole minutes. If word of this ever spread, it would be the greatest humiliation of his career—especially since the target wasn't even a Tier-1 Esper yet!

At last, Link came to a sudden halt.

"What, giving up already?" Adamu sneered.

But in the next second, his expression turned to horror.

Link turned around—and wore his face.

Same features. Same voice. Same aura.

Adamu's eyes widened. "Who are you? What are you trying to pull?"

The resemblance was uncanny. Only their clothes were different. From the cadence of their speech to the pressure they emitted, it was identical.

"You... impostor! You dare to impersonate me?!"

With a roar of fury, Adamu slashed forward, cleaving Link clean in two.

When Link awoke again, his face was twisted with pain—but his eyes were filled with triumph.

Finally.

After dozens of rewinds, he'd done it. He had obtained Veil of the Impostor, a rare talent that allowed him to mimic not only someone's appearance and voice but also their spiritual presence.

Now, the final stage of his plan could begin.

If eavesdropping was impossible... then he would become the one being spoken to.

Why sneak around corners when you could sit at the negotiation table?

He had studied Adamu's mannerisms, tone, speech rhythms, even his facial twitches, from death after death. He was ready for his greatest performance yet.

It was time for the Master Impersonator to take the stage.

A gust of wind rustled the valley.

The black-cloaked figure of General Adamu stepped into the entrance of the Southern Swarm Valley, his boots silent on the soft, mossy ground.

Before long, a pair of massive, stalk-like eyes emerged from the cave—the Brain Swarm had arrived.

"General Adamu? You're early. Our meeting wasn't scheduled yet."

"You think I can just stroll out here on a whim? Plans are moving—caution is still paramount."

"You make a fair point," the Brain Swarm replied, nodding slightly. But then its voice sharpened as it added,

"Still, there's something I must ask..."

Link—still in disguise—narrowed his eyes and adopted a grave tone:

"Circumstances have changed. Intelligence suggests a Tier-8 Esper will be accompanying the target party if we proceed as planned."

The Brain Swarm's eyes bulged with rage.

"Are you joking, General Adamu?!"

The entire cave began to rumble.

"A T8 escort?! And you wait until now to inform me? We're less than half a month from launch!"

Link fought the urge to recoil as the fleshy mound of the Brain Swarm quivered, threatening to make him vomit. Still, he held firm.

"I just received the update myself. Plans never survive first contact. We'll need to recalibrate everything."

A long silence followed.

Then the Brain Swarm's tone turned sharp.

"General Adamu... I suddenly feel compelled to test your memory."

"Tell me, what day exactly is the operation scheduled for?"

"Of course. Twenty days from now."

"Wrong answer. You're not Adamu. Who are you?"

"Twenty-one days!"

"Wrong again. You're no General of mine."

"Thirty-three days!"

"...General Adamu, your memory is as impeccable as ever."

Link exhaled slowly, relieved beyond words. He had finally passed the test. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

"General, I must warn you—altering the plan won't be easy. Our superiors have been preparing for this operation for years. The pieces are already in place."

"And the Legion of Elites—they are our prime objective. If this mission fails... none of us will escape the wrath from above."

The words echoed ominously.

The Legion of Elites—an elite human combat force, possibly the Northern Front's last true line of defense. If this was their target, then the consequences of this betrayal were greater than Link had imagined.

And now, thanks to his flawless impersonation, he was closer than ever to uncovering the truth.

But he also knew—he was now walking a tightrope over a pit of death.

One misstep... and even Death Rewind might not be enough to save him.