Multiversal Livestreaming System : I Can Copy My Viewers Skills-Chapter 109: What Passionate Meant

Amidst his team's growing fatigue and confusion, Adam continued speaking with a calm and steady voice.

For nearly ten hours, they sat in the swamp's shallow borderlands, where the air was still breathable enough to rest without immediate poisoning.

But Adam wasn't resting....

Instead he was lecturing.

From the tangled ecology of the Blighted Marsh to the ancient wars that had defiled its soil, Adam was explaining everything he knew and everything he remembered about the Fourth Floor.

The details came easily to him.

Not because he was naturally gifted, but because his very existence had changed.

As an Awakened Stream Hunter, his body, and more importantly his mind, had been elevated beyond human limits.

His memory retention was sharper, his recall near-perfect.

Data that would have once required books and notes now flowed through him like instinct.

But that was only half the reason.

The other was far more personal.

In his past life, Adam had been a meticulous team leader.

Not the kind to throw orders and pray they stuck... no, he studied.

Obsessively.

Before every operation, he'd spend hours poring through every scrap of data he could find.

Historical records, magical anomalies, local floor myths, and even monster behaviors.

His strategy as a team leader wasn't just about numbers or strength, it was more about understanding.

And now, in this second chance at life, all of that preparation still lived within him.

The creatures, the terrain, the rituals, and especially the tragedy of the warlord Kareth Zul.

He had to.

If he didn't reconstruct the full picture of this cursed land aloud, they would never trigger the [True Body] condition for the floor boss.

And Adam refused to miss that.

He remembered clearly something.

That on the Second Floor, when the orc faction defeated the true body of the second floor's boss, only he received the hidden loot and experience.

The others had missed out entirely.

Hence, he was quite sure that in order for one to obtain benefits from defeating the true body of a floor boss, they would have to trigger the status as well.

Even though he was confident he could solo this floor's true boss, Adam had different goals now.

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Cael's awakening needed to accelerate... his A-tier ability would be vital in future raids.

And Leila's precognition, though subtle, could provide crucial direction during the fight.

Besides, the future had already changed.

Adam had interfered too much for the Tower to behave exactly the same way it had before.

Things where changing.

"Kareth Zul was no fool."

Adam continued, his voice low but firm.

"He wasn't some bloodthirsty lunatic swinging a sword in the dark. He was a strategist, a warlord alchemist who studied the Tower like it was a living organism. And he wanted what every tyrant eventually wants... control over the Tower of Yxthar."

"To breach its protection, Zul did not send in armies."

He said, now pacing slowly around the group.

"Instead, e created a ritual plague. One laced with necromantic alchemy. A disease that didn't spread through flesh. It spread through mana."

"He believed the Tower's natural purifying systems could be overwhelmed if its magic was corrupted directly. So he designed a contagion that infected anything magical... enchanted weapons, spells, barriers, even Awakened bodies."

Kristoff's eyes widened.

He leaned forward.

"Wait. He tried to poison the Tower… through mana? That's insane. Brilliant... but insane."

Adam nodded, already used to Kristoff's unexpected enthusiasm...

"It worked, but only partially."

"The ritual weakened the floor's natural defenses. But the Tower responded violently. Zul lost control. The plague's energy backfired, collapsing the ley-lines and turning this once-lush paradise into what we see now."

He gestured to the blackened trees curling around them like ribcages.

The thick, sludgy water glistening with unnatural veins of green light.

"And when that happened… Zul's dying body sank into the mire. His essence became part of the swamp. The Tower of Yxthar merged him with the land."

"That's when the Great Blight began."

The words hung in the air like the poison mist that drifted just beyond their safe zone.

For a moment, the team was quiet.

Leila was struggling to stay awake, her eyes heavy with exhaustion.

Every now and then, her head bobbed forward before snapping back, her mouth chewing lightly on the corner of her glove just to stay focused.

Cael, usually full of energy and sarcasm, was unusually still.

He sat with one leg stretched and one knee up, eyes half-closed, absorbing the story without speaking.

But Kristoff was glowing...

Not physically.

But with pure intellectual hunger.

"So that's why the swamp itself feels aware, right?"

Kristoff e said, eyes wide.

"It's not just terrain... it's part of Zul's legacy! A grave and a curse in one."

"...Exactly."

Adam replied, his tone trying to remain at the same constant pitch.

Kristoff sat back slowly, eyes still wide.

Adam glanced at him, a bit surprised at how enthusiastic he'd been.

Right...

'When I checked his Existence Attributes through the Info Panel, it said he was 'passionate'. I didn't think it meant like... this.'

"You're full of questions..."

Cael who was beginning to get annoyed muttered.

"How could I not be?"

Kristoff replied immediately.

"He's explaining a magical bio-historical plague event that shaped the Tower's current ecology. This is incredible!"

Adam's lips couldn't help but twitch.

Of all people, it was Kristoff who was most captivated by the story...

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Well, there was one that could compete with Kristoff atleast.

Adam glanced at the others. Leila had slumped further into her bedroll, her head bobbing slightly before jerking back up... again and again in a silent war against sleep.

Meanwhile, Cael's eyelids were half-shut, his attention drifting as if he were listening more out of duty than interest.

He muttered now and then, just enough to pretend he was still awake.

Adam sighed and stretched out his hand.

He activated [Crimson Dominion], the crimson pulse of power running from his fingers like threads of invisible current.

With a thought, he manipulated the peripheral vessels in both Leila and Cael's bodies, stimulating their sympathetic nervous system....

Just enough to dilate their pupils, raise heart rate, and gently spike adrenaline and oxygen levels in their blood.

He had done this over and over again to make sure they would not fall asleep...

Of course, he didn't need to do it to Kristoff who was kept awake by his own curiosity...

By the time midnight settled over the Blighted Marsh, Adam had been talking for hours now, and Kristoff still had questions.

In fact, the only way Adam could get him to stop was by forcing him to ask more... prodding him with follow-ups until the boy eventually wore himself out.

"And what about the Rotborn Leviathan?"

Kristoff asked around a yawn, clutching his notes.

"Was it just a byproduct of Zul's corruption, or...?"

"Zul's soul fragmented."

Adam said softly.

"The Leviathan is part of what's left. A beast of marrow and bile. A corrupted mana construct made from swamp essence and Zul's fading wrath."

Kristoff nodded once, eyes finally drooping.

"Fuck... that's cool..."

Adam secretly sighed.

He hadn't just waited for Kristoff to burn out naturally.

While speaking, Adam had subtly manipulated his blood flow using [Crimson Dominion]...

Not enough to harm, but just enough to gently suppress Kristoff's wakefulness.

He had slightly reduced the oxygen saturation in his bloodstream, drawing minute amounts of O₂ away from red blood cells and redirecting circulation to more passive areas of the body.

It caused a drop in mental alertness, encouraging fatigue without actually depriving him of breath.

Adam stood up, stretching slightly.

The Blight hadn't reached its peak yet.

But it would soon.

Just then, a shadow moved beside him.

Xel'Shaar emerged from the darkness like a whisper that had gained form.

The night flickered briefly in the edges of Adam's vision as the creature approached.

"Celestia is here again."