The First Patriarch: Streaming My Cosmic Harem

Chapter 6: Chapter 6: The First Patriarch

He turned his attention to his core stats, and even with his playboy confidence, he was stunned.

In Tartarus, the playing field was skewed from birth. The average man started with stats between 10 and 20, with a total cap rarely exceeding 50.

For women, the ceiling was much higher, starting between 10 and 50, with a total of 100 at the awakening stage.

Then there were Superior starting points, the "Unique Events", which were rare privileges almost exclusively reserved for high-born noblewomen, through which the stats exceeded the limit.

But Azriel was the ultimate anomaly.

Seraphine’s divine intervention had catapulted his Charisma to a staggering 1000.

It was an absurd, reality-warping number that shattered the higher sealing of total stats.

Those numbers didn’t belong to a newly awakened mortal, they belonged to a god.

Her blessing had turned him into a visual intoxicant, a literal feast for the eyes capable of paralyzing a woman’s common sense with a single, devastating glance.

Even more staggering was the hidden depths of his lineage.

In a world where a high-tier woman might boast a potential of B-Rank, and an elite man was lucky to scrape past a pathetic D+, Azriel’s Abyssal Ardor hummed with a terrifying potential of SSS+.

He wasn’t just breaking the glass ceiling of power in Tartarus, he was the one holding the entire sky aloft.

He glanced at his skills, one per class, one per bloodline. Quality over quantity.

In a world where most men had to beg for a scrap of Aether Stones, he had been handed a tactical nuke.

A sharp knock shattered his focus. A woman’s voice, crisp and heavy with the confidence of the ruling class, barked through the wood.

"The Duchess has ordered your presence."

Azriel’s panther ears twitched toward the door.

"Scrub yourself clean and put on the finest silks in the wardrobe," the voice continued, cold and indifferent.

"You have fifteen minutes. Don’t make her wait."

The footsteps receded, but as Azriel stood, a fresh screen flickered into life, pulsing with a vibrant, neon-pink light.

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[ NEW QUEST RECEIVED ]

Objective: Debut Stream

Task: Survive your first encounter with Duchess Rosalind.

Condition: Maintain 1000 Concurrent Divine Viewers for at least an hour.

Reward: 30 EXP Points, 100 Karma Points, First Stream Bonus Box

ACCEPT: Y/N

-x-

Azriel looked at the wardrobe, then back at the quest.

A smirk pulled at his lips, the kind of look a predator gives just before the hunt begins.

"Survive?" he whispered, his violet eyes glowing. "I plan on doing a lot more than just surviving."

Azriel accepted the quest without a flicker of hesitation.

In his previous life, he lived for the thrill of a challenge, in this one, with a divine wind at his back, he was ready to set the world on fire.

He turned his focus toward the livestreaming function and the mysterious network that would be his stage.

As if sensing his intent, the system interface shifted, displaying a sleek instructional guide.

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[ AUREALIS NETWORK: GETTING STARTED ]

Initialize Interface: Access the AUREALIS portal via mental command.

Authentication: Sync your unique Aetheric Energy Signature to create a soul-bound account.

The Divine Trinity: Upon login, you will have access to the three pillars of the network:

AetherGram (Social sharing and fleeting moments)

Oracle-Link (Direct soul-messaging and networking)

Chronos-Tube (Long-form archives and Real-time Livestreams)

Activation: Navigate to Chronos-Tube and toggle [Creator Mode] to begin your broadcast journey.

May your content resonate through the Heavens.

-x-

Azriel nodded, his mind moving with the ease of a veteran social media manager.

He synced his energy signature, a unique, vibrating hum of power that functioned like a thumbprint on his soul, to the network.

Then came the most critical decision for any creator: the handle.

He needed something that would cut through the cosmic noise of the gods.

It had to be provocative, a lightning rod for divine controversy.

In a world where "mother" was the undisputed law and the concept of a "father" was a forgotten footnote, there was only one choice.

He grinned and mentally typed, "[The First Patriarch]."

He admired the username.

It was pure bait.

In Tartarus and the heavens above, that name wouldn’t just turn heads, it would incite riots.

He could practically hear the collective, indignant gasp of tens of thousands of goddesses.

With the account active, he navigated to Chronos-Tube.

The homepage was a chaotic display of staggering scale.

One goddess was streaming a planetary-scale war in real-time, another was broadcasting the slow, ethereal birth of a new nebula, a third was live-reacting to the supernova of a dying star.

It was a dizzying spectacle of absolute power, but Azriel didn’t let himself get distracted.

He only had fifteen minutes before he had to face the Duchess.

He needed to be ready.

He toggled Creator Mode and the broadcast dashboard flickered into existence, a familiar interface rendered in glowing, ethereal light.

As he set up his account, his eyes landed on the Premium Membership feature.

Unsure of the true market value of a divine currency, he set the entry fee to a modest 10 KP, the word "Karma" carried a weight that made him hesitate to price it higher.

Next came the stream configuration: Title, description, tags, and thumbnail.

This was his old playground, a digital craft he had mastered back on Earth.

He kept the hook simple but undeniably intriguing, typing out the title that would broadcast across the higher planes.

’My First Livestream in My Second Life.’

A momentary doubt flickered through him. Was it safe to mention a "second life"?

"Hehehe~ You can post it, darling. Just ensure no one on the surface of Tartarus finds out. If the mortals learn you’re a transmigrant, the situation will turn... very messy, Little Az."

The voice was Seraphine’s, sultry, flirty, and echoing directly in his mind.

He looked around, but the room was empty.

"Don’t look for me, I’m not there... but I’m always watching. Now, start the show. I want to see how the audience react to your little ’Patriarch’ stunt. I suspect the fury will be quite... explosive."

Azriel smirked.

He activated his [AUREALIS Live-Eye] and used it to snap a thumbnail.

He posed shirtless, letting the soft room light catch the definition of his abs and the sharp look in his violet eyes.

With his neck-length black hair and those twitching panther ears, the photo screamed "Forbidden Fruit."

In a world where men were expected to be modest and covered, this was practically a scandal in itself.

He ran the image through the system’s editing software, slapping a sleek, bold font over his chest.

Before hitting the ’Go Live’ button, a privacy toggle appeared.

[Audience Restriction: Select Gender].

He didn’t hesitate to select Female Only.

Even if the world was reversed, his pride as a man remained, he wasn’t interested in being watched by other guys while he fucked the women who would eventually belong to him.

He adjusted the Soul Camera, setting it to a cinematic "Third-Person Follow" mode, hovering just above and behind his shoulder to highlight the powerful lines of his back and his broad shoulders.

With a final breath, he tapped the screen.

[ BROADCAST STARTING... ]

[ SIGNAL STABILIZED...]

[ CURRENT VIEWERS: 0 ]