Multiversal Livestreaming System : I Can Copy My Viewers Skills-Chapter 121: Isolated Space

Within an isolated space devoid of color... time seemed to pause.

A pale mist curled along the floor, and the sky above shimmered like a void scraped clean of stars.

Nothing existed here but emptiness...

Like an artificial stillness held together by powerful magic.

Elaric stood in the center of the strange domain, his dark suit fluttering lightly despite the absence of wind.

His eyes flicked slowly across the endless gray, taking in the bleakness with quiet fascination.

"Truly, the power of all three authorities combined is fascinating..."

He murmured in admiration at the complexity of it.

This space was an isolated space created using all three of the omni authorities.

He stepped forward, boots clicking against the smooth glass-like floor.

As he moved, his gaze landed on a female and a large figure directly ahead.

Ashort, black-haired woman, clad in radiant white armor, kneeling beside a massive skeletal dragon...

The dragon’s bones shone with a holy luminance as though death itself had been cleansed from its form.

Its ribs curled like ivory spears, and its empty eyes burned faintly with blue flame...

The woman’s fingers moved in slow and deliberate motions as she gently stroked the dragon’s long skull as if soothing an old companion.

Her expression was unreadable...

Somewhere between melancholy and indifference.

Elaric stopped a short distance away and clasped his hands behind his back.

"Celestia won’t be able to block the tenth floor for long."

He said calmly, voice still tinged with that same quiet intrigue.

"The Stream Hunters have started forming alliances. Some of them are waiting, even now, for stronger Streamers to ascend from the lower floors. It won’t be long before they make their move."

His tone was oddly cheerful...

Like a man observing a chess game rather than a war...

"Even with my help, it’ll be difficult to keep them from progressing."

He added.

The armored woman didn’t look up right away.

She simply kept stroking the dragon’s head with a careful, almost maternal grace...

Then, her lips parted, and her voice... soft, graceful, and cold echoed out.

"How much longer do you think we can hold on...?"

Elaric considered the question with a small hum, his eyes drifting upward as though calculating invisible variables.

"Two months at best."

He replied.

"That’s if the teams don’t fuse under one banner. If someone like the leader of the Rustfang’s, Krev Malgor, rallies them, we’ll be lucky to hold for even half that."

The woman didn’t respond immediately.

Her hand paused on the dragon’s head, fingers curling just slightly...

Then resumed the motion in silence.

Her face remained calm, but there was a slight tension at the edge of her eyes.

If it was sadness, it had long since been buried.

A silence lingered between them.

In the faint glow of the skeletal dragon’s bones, the tension thickened.

Then, her voice emerged again...

"And what about the fake Omnipotent user?"

Elaric’s smile returned, faint and sardonic.

"He’ll die soon."

He said with certainty.

He stepped a bit closer, folding his arms.

"Do you have the spell prepared?"

The woman finally looked up at him.

Her eyes, a chilling silver-blue, held no emotion.

She nodded once.

"I do."

Elaric met her gaze and returned the nod with quiet approval.

He turned to leave, his boots tapping against the floor.

But after a few steps.... he paused.

He glanced back over his shoulder, his eyes catching a glint from the dragon’s bones.

A slow, almost amused smile crept onto his lips.

"You really are a cold woman."

He said with a soft chuckle.

The woman didn’t flinch.

She simply looked back down at the dragon.

Elaric continued.

"To not even blink at the thought of killing your own son..."

There was no reply.

But for just a fraction of a second, the woman’s hand stopped moving.

Then, it resumed stroking the dragon’s skull... steady, unshaken.

And Elaric vanished from the colorless space like a shadow folding into itself.

...

Adam glanced at the tournament board.

[131/160]

There was still some time before the match would start...

He stood quietly with his arms crossed.

The heat didn’t bother him, his stats were already high enough to resist such things...

But the crowd of Stream Hunters was annoying.

Too loud... and there were too many people looking at him.

Nearby, a few Hunters were whispering while stealing glances his way.

"That’s him, right?"

"Yeah. The Chosen Conduit."

"Think we can get him on our team?"

"No chance. I heard he already has one..."

Adam heard them but didn’t react.

He expected this kind of attention...

A little farther away, Kristoff stood beside Leila and Cael.

He muttered under his breath.

"A team-based tournament, huh..."

He looked at Adam, then spoke again.

"I wonder if Adam will stick with us, or go team up with stronger people..."

The moment he said that, both Leila and Cael flinched.

It wasn’t that they were weak... but they weren’t the strongest here either.

And if Adam wanted to switch to a better team, he definitely could.

Without realizing it, they both looked toward Adam.

He wasn’t saying anything, just calmly watching the other teams...

If it came down to it... they would rather be with him than fight against him.

Just as panic settled inside them at the thought of Adam leaving them for a stronger team...

Adam turned and looked directly at them as he spoke.

"Go socialize. Find out about the teams we’re going up against."

The way he said "we" made both Leila and Cael freeze for a moment.

Then their eyes lit up.

They gave a quick nod and split up, moving into the crowd to follow his orders.

Kristoff, still standing in place, raised an eyebrow.

He was confused as to why the two seemed so happy after being bossed around..

Adam didn’t respond.

He wasn’t in the mood to explain.

He also wasn’t planning on changing teams.

Not because of loyalty....

But because it wouldn’t really matter.

If it came down to it, Adam knew he could take on five people at once by himself.

Maybe more.

Team or not, him alone was enough.

He looked back at the tournament board.

[131/160]

It was still a hundred and thirty one...

As he stood waiting, a voice interrupted him from behind.

"Excuse me."

Adam turned slightly.

A tall woman walked up to him, wearing sleek obsidian armor with faint glowing lines running down her arms and chest. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Her presence was calm but sharp....

Like someone used to commanding attention.

Behind her stood three others, each dressed in light combat gear.

Not flashy, but efficient and professionals looking.

She gave him a small nod of respect.

"You’re the Chosen Conduit, right?"

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