The First Patriarch: Streaming My Cosmic Harem

Chapter 24: Chapter 24: The Universal Trending Page

Azriel pulled up his status screen, watching the numbers shift in real time as the passive modifier integrated into his soul.

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[ PRIMORDIAL STATUS ]

Name: Azriel Amaros (Formerly: Azriel Ross)

Age: 19

Race: Beastman - Nocthari (Black Panther Lineage)

Title: Blessed by Primordial of Lust and Purity

Class: Divine Charmer (Rank: S)

Hidden Class: Primordial Soul Streamer (Rank: Primordial)

Bloodline: Abyssal Ardor Bloodline (Rank: D; Potential: SSS+)

Level: 1 (Exp: 30/100)

Karma Points: 3061

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[ STATS ]

Aether Capacity: 10

Physical Prowess: 14

Charisma: 1000

Endurance: 16 -> 18

Stat Points: 0

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A subtle density settled over his bones, a solid baseline of physical resilience that made him feel far more grounded.

He closed the interface, his eyes falling to the white jade token resting in his palm.

The white cat crest gleamed under the magical chandeliers of the chamber.

He was about to head out to find a maid and locate the royal library, but he paused, catching his reflection in the full-length mirror.

His Divine Charmer class and high charisma stats made him look entirely too divine.

If he walked around the estate looking like a literal god of lust, he would invite unnecessary trouble from the guards and nobility before he even learned how to properly wield Aether.

"System, lower my visible Charisma display," Azriel commanded mentally.

"Keep it at a level where I’m still exceptionally handsome, but within human limits. Mask the godly allure."

Ding!

[Charisma display restricted. Visual presence adjusted to ’Peerless Mortal’.]

[Charisma: 1000 -> 75]

In the mirror, the faint, intoxicating glow around his skin faded.

His features remained incredibly sharp, symmetrical, and deeply attractive, but the overwhelming, mind-altering pressure of his visual presence was suppressed.

Now, he just looked like an impossibly handsome young warrior instead of a walking sin.

Satisfied, he leaned against the plush velvet armchair.

Before heading to the library, a sudden thought struck him.

The vitality potion had him bouncing off the walls with energy, and his mind was racing.

Why not start another stream? Back on Earth, streamers had to worry about time zones and audience burnout.

But his audience consisted of literal primordial goddesses.

These higher entities possessed infinite lifespans, dimensional omnipresence, and clearly had all the fucking time in the world.

Even if he streamed for days straight, those celestial degenerates would absolutely sit there and watch it.

He summoned the system interface and opened ChronosTube, intending to hit the go-live button.

Instead, his breath hitched.

"What the hell...?" Azriel muttered, his eyes widening.

He wasn’t just on the platform, he was sitting squarely on the universal trending page.

Right at the top, a highly boosted thumbnail caught his eye.

A prominent, high-tier Goddess had uploaded a reaction video of his debut broadcast.

The title read: ’An Absolute Disgrace: Reacting to the Audacious "The First Patriarch"’

Curiosity completely overtaking him, Azriel clicked the video.

The recording began with a blinding flash of cosmic energy, revealing a stunning, imposing Goddess clad in golden celestial armor.

Her expression was completely uniform with the high-and-mighty matriarchal pride of the universe.

She began a lengthy, impassioned speech about the cosmic order, lecturing her viewers on the inherent strength, dominance, and superiority of women across the realms.

Then, her golden eyes flashed with raw irritation, and she pointed a manicured finger directly at the screen.

"And yet, this fragile, mortal man from the lower realms actually had the absolute audacity to name himself as ’The First Patriarch’. A patriarch! The sheer, unadulterated nerve!"

She went on and on, utterly skewering his arrogance, before finally pulling up his stream archive to watch.

Since Azriel was the main character of that exact stream, he already knew every single thing that happened.

He didn’t need to sit through a nine-hour reaction.

Thanks to his enhanced Nocthari physique and stats, his brain processed information vastly faster than a normal human on Earth.

"System, playback speed to 10x. Skip to the major milestones," Azriel commanded.

The video sped up into a blur of motion, but to Azriel’s heightened perception, it was perfectly clear.

The Goddess’s reaction to the opening scene played out.

When the stream had first started, Azriel was facing completely away from the camera, washing himself in the shower and showing off his bare, toned back.

The Goddess immediately scoffed, scoffing about how a man had no shame, exposing his skin to the public eye like a cheap whore.

She opened the live chat replay, aggressively nodding and agreeing with the viewers, especially pinning and praising a comment from a user named [Crimson_Fury] who was demanding he be put in his place.

Then came the first major bomb.

The video slowed to normal speed for a second.

On screen, Azriel had turned around, locked eyes with the camera, and casually addressed the entire audience of all-powerful divine entities with: "Yo, bitches."

Azriel burst out laughing watching the Goddess’s face.

Her celestial complexion turned a violent, explosive shade of red.

The air around her avatar physically sizzled with heat.

Azriel could literally see microscopic black holes forming and collapsing in the background of her divine realm from the sheer, catastrophic killing pressure she was emitting.

"Insolent! Lowly! Wretched worm!" she shrieked, unleashing a torrent of cosmic curses that the system had to partially censor with bleeps.

But as Azriel sped the video back up to 10x, he noticed a hilarious shift.

The trajectory of the reaction followed the exact same path as his live chat last night.

The unbridled rage slowly morphed into twisted fascination, and eventually, into pure entertainment.

The video dropped to normal speed one last time during the climax of the broadcast, the moment Rosalind completely lost control of her feral instincts and began aggressively dominating him, pinning him to the mattress.

The golden Goddess on screen threw her head back and let out a booming, thoroughly satisfied laugh.

"Hah! Look at him! Serves the arrogant little patriarch right! See? This is exactly how a man should be, spreading legs beneath a female, entirely helpless!"

Azriel rolled his eyes, a dry smile pulling at his lips despite the slight embarrassment.

’Laugh it up for now, your highness,’ he thought darkly.

Just wait until I get my stats up. I am absolutely going to dominate Rosalind until she can’t even stand, and I’ll make sure you get a front-row seat for it.’