Starting With SSS-rank: I Get A New Skill Every Livestream-Chapter 65: New watcher?
The locations she sent him were all relatively close to communities or marketplaces. Kyle understood the logic behind it. These areas were not isolated enough for rifts to appear frequently, yet not crowded enough for him to be easily noticed.
He chose the one that seemed best suited for training. It was a small, abandoned park in the western district, sealed off after multiple molestation reports.
With his hands tucked into his pockets, Kyle stepped into the park. He wore a different mask this time, one that fully covered his face, with two grey strips running down the eye slits.
He knew the change might not matter much, since rogue Nightwalkers rarely appeared. Still, better safe than sorry.
As he reached the inner section, he asked, ’Can you check the area for cameras and Genesis sensors?’
[Scanning the area using God’s Eye...]
[There are two sensors nearby, host, and one camera near the entrance.]
Kyle hummed, pulling out one of the capsules from his bag.
Veronica had already explained how to use them, so he twisted the red and black capsule at its center and tossed it onto the ground.
GNMMM
A heavy metallic hum echoed as the capsule began to rotate. Its speed gradually increased, and soon, it lifted a few inches off the ground.
A silvery light radiated from it, forcing Kyle to shield his eyes.
When he opened them again, the capsule was still hovering, spinning steadily.
Trusting Veronica’s instructions, he decided to ignore the surveillance and took a deep breath.
Just as he was about to begin, the system spoke.
[Host, should the system begin live streaming?]
Kyle paused.
Right.
He hadn’t streamed yesterday either. ’Wouldn’t this be boring for them? I won’t even be able to interact properly.’
[No need to worry, host. And this isn’t just the system’s suggestion. Your viewers are eager to watch your training.]
"..."
Well, alright.
"Okay then, start the live stream."
The system screen flickered for a moment before loading. Soon, a small window appeared, showing his own reflection.
He gave a slight wave. "Hey? Anyone there?"
Myuri: [Kyle! That mask looks so cute.]
Tharos: [Kyle... where were you yesterday? I was lonely.]
WarHorse: [Brother! Did you like my gift?]
Kyle opened his mouth to respond, then paused.
Instinctively, he was about to reply to WarHorse first again. But then he remembered the complaints, how Myuri and the others kept saying he always prioritized those who gave him things.
So this time, he went in order.
"Thanks, I just got it recently. Hello, Tharos, sorry about yesterday, I was pretty tired. And WarHorse, your gift was really appreciated. I needed that."
Myuri: [Four more words... you gave WarHorse four more words...]
Tharos: [Confirmed... Kyle loves gifts. I will spoil Kyle.]
Kyle gave a wry smile. "Seriously, you guys overthink everything. Anyway, I’m going to start now... hope this doesn’t bore you."
He pulled his gaze away from the chat and took a deep breath.
’System... disable God’s Eye.’
[Command accepted.]
Now, he was in his dormant state. His Golden Limb would only activate if he was attacked or injured.
Closing his eyes, he focused.
He remembered it clearly, the sensation that had wrapped around his body when those creatures kept attacking him. The crushing heaviness, the pressure that felt like it was forcing its way into him.
He couldn’t create it outright. All he could do was push his body to recall that moment and try to replicate it.
Slowly, he opened his eyes.
And there it was.
He frowned.
The golden light wasn’t warm or comforting.
It burned.
His skin itched violently, as if countless shallow cuts had been carved across his hand all at once.
He clicked his tongue.
Just then, the system notified him,
[With the current efficiency, the host will not be able to retain this form for long.]
Kyle gritted his teeth. "I can feel that."
Sweat gathered on his forehead. His breathing grew uneven, his focus slipping.
This was nothing like the Golden Limb he had experienced before. Damn it, this was frustrating.
He was about to release the sensation. This was enough for now.
But then—
[A mission has been assigned.]
[Mission: Channel your Genesis and damage the wall ahead. You are not allowed to touch it.]
[Reward: 30 SP]
Kyle exhaled sharply. "...What the hell?"
Damage the concrete wall in front of him... without even touching it?
[Host, just let it go. The quest is unreasonable!]
Even the system agreed.
Then who assigned it... WarHorse, most likely.
But should he really give up those points? He still needed to gather enough for Myuri’s gift.
Groaning, he stepped forward. Forget it. There was no harm in trying.
DHAK
His foot landed heavier than intended, but he barely noticed. His body felt drained, weighed down, as if he had just endured three hours of intense training.
Sweat streamed down his body, but he refused to collapse.
Damn it. He hadn’t pushed through hell just to fall here. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺
Gritting his teeth, he raised his hands. Violent golden energy wrapped around them, screeching and thrashing, as if resisting control, as if being forced into submission.
Kyle took a deep breath and spread his arms wide.
For a brief moment, he paused.
A memory surfaced.
A beautiful one.
The day he won his first gold medal. One of the few moments he saw his parents being actually satisfied with him.
That single moment steadied him, gave him just enough clarity to move forward.
He drew both hands back and then slammed them together.
THUMM
A shockwave burst through the air, a sound no human should have been capable of producing.
The shockwaves struck the wall... and nothing happened.
But only for a few seconds.
A large section of the wall began to crack, the fractures spreading rapidly before it broke apart into massive chunks. They crashed to the ground, dust rising into the air as Kyle stared, his lips parting in disbelief.
What... the hell?
[Host... that explains how profound your Genesis is despite how least you can control it. The system is truly proud of you.]
"..."
Why did that sound like the system had just called him some kind of uncontrollable beast?
Shaking the thought away, he finally checked who had assigned the task.
And the name froze him.
Brawler: [Damn, son. You’ve got some moves.]
...Who the hell was this?
And more importantly—
Where were his usual viewers?
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A/N:- Thanks for reading.
