Multiversal Livestreaming System : I Can Copy My Viewers Skills-Chapter 110: An Aligned Existence

Adam didn't waste any time.

He followed Xel'Shaar through the gloom-choked paths of the Blighted Marsh, his boots sloshing against toxic puddles, until they reached a strange path...

Silent, almost untouched by the swamp's decay.

No insects buzzed here, no twisted reeds coiled underfoot. It was still.

There, in the middle of the mire, was a worn wooden chair that looked like it had been plucked from a countryside porch and dropped into the swamp like a forgotten relic.

Sitting upon it was not the childlike form of Celestia he'd encountered before...

But an aged woman.

Her silver-white hair was braided back in a neat coil, draped over one shoulder.

She wore a robe of deep forest green layered with stitched patterns of constellations and veins... half cosmic, half organic.

Her skin was wrinkled but firm, her eyes glowing with the same unnatural calm, timeless and unreadable.

In her lap rested a bundle of yarn, and her fingers moved deftly as she knitted something that shone faintly with magic thread.

A half-formed cloak, perhaps.

She was knitting in the middle of a cursed swamp...

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Adam paused only for a breath.

"Good evening."

Celestia said without looking up, her tone mild and pleasant.

"How was your night?"

Adam didn't bother with pleasantries.

"Speak up. Have you finalized the plan?"

He said coldly.

Celestia's needles clicked faintly as she didn't stop.

"I have."

She answered.

"But it will require the help of that prophet woman."

Adam's expression didn't change.

"Tell me the plan first. I'll decide whether or not she gets involved."

The old woman didn't argue.

She simply kept knitting, as if the threads of reality themselves were being woven with each motion.

"I've narrowed it down to several methods to kill Elaric, however I think only two will be plausible."

She said.

"Unless you can devise a better one, this is what we have."

Adam raised an eyebrow, signaling for her to continue.

"Do you know the mechanics of the fifth floor?"

Celestia asked without lifting her eyes from her knitting.

Adam stayed silent, pretending as though he didn't know.

That was enough of an answer.

She nodded slightly, as if expecting that.

"It's a tournament floor. All stream hunters who arrive must battle others systematically until they surrender or die. The winner earns the right to face the floor's boss. No exceptions."

Adam frowned.

"Is Elaric on the fifth floor?"

"No."

Celestia replied.

"Then what does this have to do with killing him?"

"I'm going to insert my puppets into the tournament."

She said simply, threading the strand of yarn that was in her hands.

Adam narrowed his eyes.

"And?"

"When the time is right, when you fight one of my puppets, I'll use my authority to switch its body with Elaric's."

Adam stared at her, a flicker of intrigue passing through his features.

"You can do that?"

Celestia smiled, her lips curling with amusement.

"When Elaric came to the third floor to hunt me down, he thought he had the upper hand. But during our clash, I marked his body. He hasn't noticed it yet and it allows me to trace his location... and with certain timing, I can even interact with his positioning under the right conditions."

Adam didn't show surprise.

At this point, Celestia's treachery had long been established.

If anything, he appreciated her patience in setting the trap.

Adam took a slow breath, his thoughts moving faster than his words.

"Why not trigger the switch here, then? In the marsh? Why wait for the tournament?"

Celestia didn't answer immediately.

The only sound was the soft clicking of her needles.

Then, her fingers paused for just a moment, barely noticeable, before resuming.

Adam spoke again, his tone shifting, more deliberate.

"Is it because the fifth floor is closer to your true body?"

That earned him a proper look.

Her smile widened, a glint of approval in her aged eyes.

"You're smarter than you seem."

She nodded slowly.

"Yes. That's one reason. On the fifth floor, my influence reaches closer as there's less distortion. But that's not the only reason."

She let the last stitch fall before she continued, carefully folding the half-finished piece of cloth on her lap.

"Out of all the Tower's floors that Elaric has studied, the fifth remains his weakest. He's studied the floor but not it's entirety. As for the reason, I assume it's because the floor boss Tyrgar has already burnt down it's history with flames."

Her voice dropped slightly.

"And for someone who holds the Authority of Omniscience, that is a rare and dangerous blind spot."

Adam's brows furrowed.

"Elaric's Omniscience doesn't mean infallibility after all."

Celestia said.

"It means he can know. But if he doesn't think to look... or if something obscures the question itself... even omniscience can be rendered useless."

Adam crossed his arms as Celestia continued.

"From here, we'll have to try our best and outright kill him before he gets the chance to fully understand the things around him.."

She then added.

"I'll use this."

Celestia reached into the folds of her heavy shawl and drew out a small crescent-shaped item.

It glowed faintly with changing blue and violet lines, like veins under skin.

The moment it touched the air, Adam could feel the slight warping of thought, a subtle pressure on the mind.

"What is it?"

He asked, eyes narrowing.

"It's an artifact I got from one of my viewers."

She handed it over gently.

"Its purpose is simple: to interrupt cognition. It stupifies the mind, strips a person of their clarity for a handful of seconds."

Adam studied the item.

"That's enough?"

Celestia leaned forward.

"Against most, it's just a minor stun. Against Elaric… it could be everything."

She paused, letting the weight of that statement sink in.

"Elaric's Authority allows him to alter anything he thoroughly understands... even himself."

"His body, his resistances, even how his nerves respond to magic. That's why he's so hard to hurt. He doesn't just have durability or magic resistance.... he builds it, every moment, based on what he expects."

"Hence if you throw fire magic at him, he'll adjust his body to resist it. If you try to use blunt force, he'll make his body malleable." freēwēbnovel.com

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Adam's grip tightened around the crescent.

"…So if he's stupified or if you disrupt his thought…"

"Then the changes begin."

Celestia finished.

"His body reverts to a neutral state. One with no magical immunities and no reactive defenses. Just flesh, bone, and blood."

She gave a small smile.

"It doesn't matter how intelligent you are if you don't know what you are in that moment."

Adam looked down at the item again.

"And I assume I'll have to hold him long enough for you to trigger this."

Celestia nodded.

"Yes. A few seconds is all I need. But if you can't get close enough, or something goes wrong… complicate the battlefield. Create variables he's unfamiliar with. The more chaos, the less control he has."

Adam raised an eyebrow.

"Even chaos can be studied."

"True." Celestia said calmly.

"But he hasn't studied you."

That earned her a brief glance of approval.

Adam was silent for a few seconds, then finally asked the question that had been lingering in his mind.

"…Is he really that hard to kill?"

Celestia's smile faded.

Her knitting lay forgotten in her lap.

"Yes."

She said softly.

"Because he's a natural-born Authority bearer. Most who awaken to an Authority fight against it at first as their personalities and goals don't align to their authority. But Elaric…"

She stared past Adam, as if seeing some distant shape from memory.

"…Elaric was always meant for it. His obsession with understanding, his insatiable curiosity—"

"His existence had already long aligned to someone meant to be all-knowing."