The First Patriarch: Streaming My Cosmic Harem

Chapter 29: Chapter 29: F**k Your Shame, Content Is King

Right as Azriel was internally raging at the systemic unfairness of Tartarus’s double standards, a low, melodic chime echoed exclusively within his mind.

Ding!

[System Milestone Reached!]

Total Subscribers: 13,432 / 10,000 (Milestone Unlocked!)

Active Channel Memberships: 1,102 / 1,000 (Milestone Unlocked!)

[Congratulations! The ’Donations & Gifts’ feature has been officially activated for your channel profile. You may now configure, accept, and trigger custom alert parameters for divine gifts during your live broadcasts.]

Seeing the sparkling, neon-gold text flashing in his peripheral vision, a sudden wave of relief washed over him.

The passive viral traffic from the trending page had done its job beautifully.

The five-digit subscriber milestone was broken, and his premium member count had successfully cleared the threshold to unlock the real money-maker.

Lost in the intoxicating thrill of hitting his corporate goals, Azriel entirely forgot his current environment.

A prominent, satisfied smile broke out across his face, his lips pulling into a sharp grin.

Big mistake.

He had completely forgotten that less than a foot away from him, Duchess Rosalind Van Bastet was still standing, absolutely fuming.

The moment she saw his sudden, joyful grin, her golden eyes flashed with a terrifying, unhinged wrath.

"Azriel... you find joking about my age funny? You are actually laughing at me right now?"

The system notification vanished instantly.

Azriel’s smile died on his lips as a sudden wave of pure, unadulterated dread slammed into his chest.

’Shit,’ his mind screamed, his survival instincts violently misfiring.

’I smiled while looking at the pop-up!’

Before he could even open his mouth to fabricate a desperate excuse, Rosalind blurred forward.

BANG!

A gut-wrenching, explosive punch buried itself deep into Azriel’s stomach.

Rosalind had heavily suppressed her Aether, ensuring the strike wasn’t lethal enough to put his life on the line or rupture his internal organs, but the raw kinetic force behind her physical strength was more than enough to inflict immense, agonizing pain.

Azriel’s breath completely left his lungs in a sharp gasp.

His vision went white as his body was violently launched backward, sailing across the platform before colliding heavily against the reinforced volcanic stone wall of the basement.

"Argh!" he screamed, his back slamming into the hard stone before he collapsed onto his hands and knees, hacking violently.

The pain was blinding, radiating from his core and threatening to pull him down into unconsciousness.

His stomach felt like it had been rearranged by a wrecking ball.

But as he hovered on the edge of fainting, a neutral, bone-chillingly cold voice echoed across the training ground.

"Get up. I am going to train you now."

Azriel shuddered, a cold sweat breaking out across his skin.

’Train me? She is obviously just going to use that as an excuse to completely beat the living shit out of me.’

But as he lay there staring at the pristine white floor of the arena, his stomach throbbing in agony, the social media instincts he had brutally honed during his past life on Earth suddenly flared to life.

His Social Media Manager side took full control.

’Fuck being the first patriarch for a second,’ he thought, a dark, opportunistic calculation replacing his fear.

’I can focus on the alpha-male ego later. If I can get this live stream running right now while she’s actively trying to break me, I can turn this disaster into an absolute goldmine.’

He didn’t know what Karma Points were fully used for yet, but he knew they were the literal currency of the gods.

To grow strong enough to eventually handle people like Rosalind and her thousand-year-old mother, he needed resources, and he needed them fast.

’All those new viewers and raging goddesses who subscribed from the reaction videos are currently fuming because of my arrogance,’ Azriel realized, his eyes narrowing with a manic resolve.

’They think I’m a cocky, arrogant bastard. What would they love more than to watch that exact same arrogant man get absolutely humbled and dismantled by a dominant Duchess? It’s the ultimate entertainment.’

Fuck the shame. Content was king.

Harnessing his Primordial Soul Streamer class, he silently activated his soul eye feature.

He used the mental camera interface to snap a high-resolution, raw capture of himself for the thumbnail: his violet eyes wide with lingering shock and pain, a sharp trail of crimson blood leaking from the corner of his mouth, his hair disheveled against the dark volcanic rock.

He rapidly navigated the system creator dashboard with mental commands, typing out a brand-new broadcast title with lightning speed:

[Stream Title: Getting Trained (Beaten) By My Beautiful, Dominant Lover]

With a definitive mental slam, he hit the go-live button.

The invisible, microscopic camera drone immediately manifested, hovering right in front of him, locking its lens squarely onto his battered, dangerously handsome face as the broadcast feed flickered to life across the higher realms.

[Going Live in 3... 2... 1...] [Current Concurrent Viewers: 2,401... 5,890... 9,122... 12,450]

Because of the massive viral traffic from the golden Goddess’s reaction video, the moment his stream went live, the notification didn’t just drop, it detonated across the higher realms.

The concurrent viewer count violently shattered his previous records in a matter of seconds, the numbers rolling like a broken slot machine.

Thanks to his Mental Stream Link, the chat feed immediately began scrolling at a neck-breaking pace directly in the upper-left corner of his peripheral vision.

[Goddess_of_the_West] (Golden): THE ARROGANT FOOL IS HERE! Wait... what is this title?! And why is he on the floor?!

[Crimson_Fury] (White): HA! Look at his face! The arrogant "Patriarch" is bleeding! Did the Duchess finally decide to put the dog down?!

[Moon_Priestess_99] (Cyan): Oh my... the blood on the corner of his mouth... why does he look breathtaking even when he’s suffering?

[Pure_Lotus_Deity] (White): Serves him right. Let’s see if his mouth stays that cocky when he’s being broken.

[ThoughtAngel_404]: Fascinating. He is really good, capitalizing on the hype. I told you all he had potential.

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