Multiversal Livestreaming System : I Can Copy My Viewers Skills-Chapter 40: Kravash the Club-Breaker (2)

Adam tensed a bit as his grip tightened on his dagger.

Kravash's voice was low and strained... like it wasn't meant for human ears.

His oddly sharp teeth let out in the dim torchlight, his red eyes burning with something beyond mere survival.

The chieftain raised his massive club, its surface worn from countless battles, the spine-like ridges darkened with dried blood.

The goblins around him didn't cower.

They grinned back, as if his words had ignited something deep in their bones.

Then, the floor shook a bit.

A pulse ran through the ruins.

Adam's system notifications popped up again.

[Boss Room Initiation Complete.]

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[Kravash the Club-Breaker has activated <Last Warborn>.]

[The remnants of the Goblin Empire answer his call.]

The ruins came alive.

From the shadows, hidden burrows, and the cracks in the stone walls, more goblins emerged.

Not just the small, frail ones Adam had cut down before.

These were elites... goblin veterans with sharp weapons, their bodies wrapped in crude armor.

And then—

Krrrraaaaaaagh!

A monstrous roar shook the fortress.

A second figure stomped into view beside Kravash.

It was bigger.

A mutated goblin, its form twisted by whatever power had been keeping this so-called empire alive.

It was hunched, yet still towering over its kin, with arms as thick as tree trunks and claws that scraped against the stone floor.

Its eyes glowed with the same eerie red light as Kravash's.

Just as the goblins charged towards Adam...

Adam began "splitting himself"!

From one, he turned into two, and from two he turned into four... and then eight.

Although the goblins were confused, they didn't hesitate as they continuously attacked the multiple Adams.

However the moment they struck the Adams, the Adams would disappear into thin air.

Meanwhile, in the side of the battlefield, a "goblin" used a dagger to stab another goblin.

[True Goblin has been slain.]

[+50 Exp, +0.03 Basic Soul Core.]

The goblin was Adam who was disguising himself using [Surreal Creation] as a goblin.

[Select Viewer Skill to Copy]

Experienced Old Knight.

[Temporary Copy has been activated...]

[Due to low level and low rank, skill picking will be randomized...]

Another chime followed.

[Temporary Copy is successful!]

[Temporarily Copied: One Man Army!]

[Reducing One Man Army to its F-tier version...]

[One Man Army has been reduced to Group Fighter.]

[Temporary Copy] : Group Fighter (30 Second Duration)

[Group Fighter] : The more enemies you face, and the stronger they are, all your stats attributes are temporarily increased by 2 each!

The goblins poured in from every direction, their crude weapons raised, their shrill cries echoing through the fortress ruins.

[Christ_Okamoto has donated 10 coins]

[Chris_Okamoto thinks there should be more creative ways on how the streamer can use the illusion ability...]

[WeaverofStories] : Maybe it's because he's not used to it yet?

[Experienced Old Knight] : Tch, illusions are for perverts and couwards!

[Prankster of Kingdoms mocks the old knight for the typo]

Adam, disguised as one of them, moved unnoticed among the horde.

His illusions still flickered in and out, causing chaos as the goblins struck at phantoms that vanished upon contact.

It gave him time to act!

He tightened his grip on his dagger, feeling the sudden surge of strength from [Group Fighter].

A system window flickered in his vision.

[Group Fighter Activated.]

His muscles coiled and his reflexes sharpened.

The weak and fragile goblins in his path no longer felt like a threat.

A goblin near him snarled, its jagged sword swinging for another Adam-clone.

He struck before it could realize its mistake.

His dagger flashed.

A clean cut across the throat.

The goblin gurgled, staggering before crumpling to the ground.

[True Goblin has been slain.]

[+50 Exp, +0.03 Basic Soul Core.]

Adam didn't stop.

He twisted away from a spear thrust, stepping into the shadow of another goblin.

Before it could react, his blade buried itself in the base of its skull.

[True Goblin has been slain.]

[+50 Exp, +0.03 Basic Soul Core.]

He moved like a wraith through the battlefield, slipping between the chaos his illusions had sown.

The goblins didn't know where the real threat was...

Every time they struck at an Adam, it disappeared.

Every time they turned their backs, another goblin fell.

A large one noticed him, one which was heavily armored, its tusked face contorted in suspicion.

It raised its axe high, its beady eyes narrowing.

Too late.

Adam lunged low, sweeping his dagger across the back of its knee.

The goblin howled, its stance faltering.

Before it could recover, he reversed his grip and drove his blade into its throat.

Blood splattered his disguise, but the goblins were too frenzied to notice.

[True Goblin has been slain.]

[+50 Exp, +0.03 Basic Soul Core.]

Another one rushed him from behind.

Adam sidestepped effortlessly, grabbing its wrist and twisting the blade it held into its own gut.

[True Goblin has been slain.]

[+50 Exp, +0.03 Basic Soul Core.]

The battlefield was chaos.

His clones were still active, dividing the goblins' attention.

The weaker ones lunged at illusions, their attacks slicing through nothing but air before Adam cut them down from behind.

The more intelligent ones... or what few remained, began hesitating.

Scanning their surroundings as if realizing something was wrong.

One pointed at Adam.

He struck before it could shout.

His dagger found its way between its ribs, twisting deep.

The goblin let out a choked gasp before collapsing.

[True Goblin has been slain.]

[+50 Exp, +0.03 Basic Soul Core.]

Adam turned his gaze toward the remaining goblins.

Fear had begun to creep into their expressions.

The battlefield, once filled with their frenzied shrieks, was now eerily silent.

The last survivors trembled, torn between fleeing and fighting.

[WeaverOfStories applauds the streamer!]

[5th Style Sword Master has donated 20 coins] : Hm. Quite worthy to be my disciple...

[Experienced Old Knight] : He'd be more better off as my trainee!

[Frog Eater] : But isn't he a mage...?

Adam was about to cut down the remaining weak goblins when—

BOOM!

The ground shook beneath him.

The air rippled with force as a towering figure lunged from beside Kravash, its massive frame blotting out the dim torchlight.

The mutated goblin...

It was unlike any other goblin he had ever seen...

Its monstrous form hunched yet powerful, wrapped in thick plates of natural armor.

Muscles bulged beneath its darkened flesh, and its sharp claws scraped the stone floor with every step.

A deep and disgusting growl rumbled from its throat as it charged straight at Adam.

Adam reacted instantly!

[Body Blood Magic]

With a flick of his hand, the blood of the slain goblins surged around him, forming dozens of crimson blades.

The sharp liquid constructs whistled through the air, streaking toward the charging beast.

But then—

The mutated goblin roared.

A deep, primal sound that sent vibrations through the battlefield.

The blood blades, mere inches from piercing its body... froze in mid-air!