The First Patriarch: Streaming My Cosmic Harem

Chapter 25: Chapter 25: Let the Viral Wave Peak

Intrigued by the massive traffic, Azriel decided to close the video and check if anyone else was talking about him.

It turned out the golden Goddess wasn’t alone.

A significant number of higher entities, angels, goddesses, had made clip compilations, reaction shorts, and discussion videos analyzing his outrageous attitude and there were also some goddesses speculating that he was going to hit big.

"Hmmmm, she is quite good, she has a broad perspective unlike other goddesses," Azriel muttered as he saw the video of another entity who had red colored name, which meant she was an angel.

He decided to swipe over to the other linked platform, AetherGram.

He had gained some traction there, with a few thousand entities following his profile and leaving comments on his automatically generated stream notifications, but the reach wasn’t anywhere near the chaotic explosion happening on ChronosTube.

"Alright, let’s see the damage," Azriel murmured, navigating back to his main creator dashboard to check his actual subscriber count.

When the page loaded, Azriel froze, staring at the glowing neon numbers in absolute shock.

[Current Subscribers: 9,897]

"Nearly ten thousand subscribers in a single day?!" Azriel gasped, a wild, ecstatic grin tearing across his face.

His debut stream had only pulled in 658 paying memberships, but the sheer viral outrage from his "Yo, bitches" intro and the golden Goddess’s reaction video had caused his channel to explode overnight.

He was less than a hundred subscribers away from hitting a five-digit fan base.

With this many eyes on him, his next stream was going to be an absolute goldmine.

The donation feature would unlock the moment he converted a fraction of these new subscribers into members, and the Karma Points would flow like a river.

Azriel’s fingers hovered over the system interface.

Pure adrenaline coursed through his veins as he stared at that beautiful, glowing five-digit milestone practically staring him in the face.

’If I go live right now while the trending page is still hot, those ten thousand subscribers will flood the room,’ he thought, his heart hammering against his ribs.

I can break the milestone, milk the hype from that golden Goddess’s reaction, and start converting these free viewers into paying members.’

But as he hesitated over the broadcast button, a tactical thought stopped him.

Going live right this second wasn’t the right move.

The viral wave hadn’t even reached its absolute peak yet.

Countless entities were still stumbling onto his first recorded livestream through the trending tab, and many of them would likely purchase the premium membership while watching the archive.

If he just waited a bit, those passive sign-ups could push him past the 1,000-member mark entirely behind the scenes.

Once that happened, he would be able to activate the direct gifting and donation options before his next broadcast even started.

Besides, he didn’t have anything particularly mind-blowing to stream right now.

He was just going to a library to learn the basic mechanics of this new world.

Under the watchful eyes of the estate’s staff, he wouldn’t be able to do anything too crazy or chaotic anyway.

Bored viewers meant bad retention.

’Better to save the next broadcast for the training session tonight,’ Azriel decided, a devious smirk forming.

’A brutal, high-stakes combat session with a GrandMaster-stage Duchess is way more entertaining. Plus, I can get close to Rosalind while she trains me, put on a show, and rile up those thirsty goddesses in the chat.’

Having made up his mind, he closed the system interface, flicked the white jade token into the air, caught it between his fingers and pocketed it, and then walked toward the heavy white doors of the chamber.

As he pulled the ornate door open, he found a woman dressed in a clean, tailored maid uniform waiting just outside.

A pair of sleek, black cat ears twitched on top of her head.

The moment she saw him, she immediately bowed low, greeting him with absolute, flawless etiquette.

"Greetings, honored guest. How may this servant assist you today?" she asked softly.

Azriel was briefly stunned by her deferential attitude.

He couldn’t help but marvel at how incredibly fast Rosalind worked.

The first time his body had been dragged into this estate, the guards and servants hadn’t shown him an ounce of respect, treating him like mere property.

But now, despite the prominent slave tattoo still stamped on his neck, this maid was bowing to him as if he were royalty.

Rosalind must have issued a strict, absolute command to the entire household.

Smiling smoothly, he replied, "I would like to take a look around the library."

The maid looked up, and the moment her eyes met his face, she visibly froze.

Even though Azriel had intentionally restricted his visible Charisma display to a safer baseline, his appearance was still devastatingly handsome.

In a matriarchal world like Tartarus, truly handsome men were those who had reached higher stages, as the refining power of advanced Aether naturally perfected a warrior’s physical form and also the attributes they gained after leveling up.

However, such men were an extreme rarity due to an inherent lack of talent among males, leaving the vast majority unable to ever climb the ranks.

Most men the servants encountered were plain or subservient, seeing someone as sharp, powerful, and physically perfect as Azriel made her face instantly flush a deep crimson.

"O-Of course, please follow me," she stammered, quickly turning around to hide her blush as she led him down the massive castle corridors.

They walked through a labyrinth of pristine white hallways, taking multiple precise left and right turns.

The sheer scale of the palace was dizzying, but eventually, they came to a halt in front of a colossal, towering double door carved from pure white marble.

A distinct, freezing aura radiated off the stone, chilling the air around them.

"We have arrived," the maid said, keeping her eyes lowered.

"To enter, you must place the token given to you by the Madam onto the white altar to the side. The automated formation will scan it and grant you entry."

Azriel nodded and casually pulled the pure white jade token from his sweatpants pocket.

The maid glanced up to assist him, but the moment her eyes fell upon the object in his hand, her breath hitched, and her jaw practically dropped.

Her feline ears stood straight on her head in pure shock.