The First Patriarch: Streaming My Cosmic Harem
Chapter 5: The Primordial Status
- Chapter 40: Rune-Pad
- Chapter 39: Sweet-Berry Sugar Crisps
- Chapter 38: It Was Perfect
- Chapter 37: So?
- Chapter 36: Who are you
- Chapter 35: Can Someone Lend Me 10 KP?
- Chapter 34: The High-Stakes Cheek Pinch
- Chapter 33: Don’t Hate the Player
- Chapter 32: Azriel’s Weapon
- Chapter 31: My Own Goddess Nerfed Me
- Chapter 30: He Actually Asked Her Age?
- Chapter 29: F**k Your Shame, Content Is King
- Chapter 28: The Multiversal Double Standard
- Chapter 27: Thank God I Was Polite
- Chapter 26: The Royal Library
- Chapter 25: Let the Viral Wave Peak
- Chapter 24: The Universal Trending Page
- Chapter 23: Mental Stream Link
- Chapter 22: Dressed by a Duchess
- Chapter 21: Matriarchal Shit is a Trip
- Chapter 20: Azriel’s Confidence Falters [R18]
- Chapter 19: I Should Have Streamed This
- Chapter 18: Good Morning, Rose
- Chapter 17: Trying Hard to Keep the Dignity [R18]
- Chapter 16: The Duchess Takes the Wheel [R18]
- Chapter 15: Love-Struck Golden Eyes [R18]
- Chapter 14: Worshipping from Head to Toe [R18]
- Chapter 13: Things Are About to Get Wet
- Chapter 12: Shut Up and Take My Karma Points!
- Chapter 11: A Walking Aphrodisiac
- Chapter 10: Rosalind Von Bastet
- Chapter 9: Captain Nyra
- Chapter 8: He Spelled It Out
- Chapter 7: Yo! Bitches
- Chapter 6: The First Patriarch
- Chapter 5: The Primordial Status
- Chapter 4: Squeezing a Cloud Made of Silk and Starlight
- Chapter 3: Welcome to the Show
- Chapter 2: New Body, Who Dis?
- Chapter 1: If You’re Going to Die, Die Thinking of Curves
Deep within the silent expanse of the void, Seraphine’s physical form shuddered.
Her eyes snapped open as her consciousness surged back from the mortal realm, and an uncharacteristic, crimson blush bloomed across her cheeks.
A sharp, shaky gasp escaped her lips.
"Haaaa..." she exhaled, pressing a hand to her chest. "If I hadn’t pulled out when I did... I might have lost my virginity right then and there."
The being radiating the Deep Cobalt Blue and Fiery Rose aura erupted into a loud, unceremonious laugh that echoed through the nothingness.
"Hahahaha! Now that would have been a sight. Your chosen one might have burned his soul to a crisp just by getting a taste of a Primordial so soon."
The figure draped in Bronze and soft Scarlet remained still, her voice cutting through the laughter with its usual lethal composure.
"Do you not fear that letting him touch you will ruin him? After feeling the divine, he may find the women of that world... lacking."
Seraphine’s blush didn’t fade, but a wicked, knowing smirk pulled at her lips.
"Heh... he is my chosen for a reason. I know exactly what kind of beautiful bastard he is."
She glanced back at the projection of Azriel, her eyes shimmering with anticipation.
"Right now? He isn’t pining for me. He’s likely already plotting exactly how he’s going to break in his new owner."
-x-
Back in the room, Azriel had finally managed to calm his pulse, though the mental image of Seraphine’s figure remained burned into his retinas.
He was genuinely surprised by the sheer volume of the release, it seemed his new anatomy was over-engineered in every possible department.
He chuckled to himself, wiping a hand across his brow.
"Well," he smirked, "most women appreciate a man who doesn’t come up short on the delivery."
Shaking off the lingering heat, he turned his focus back to the task at hand.
He needed to know exactly what kind of tools he had been gifted if he was going to survive a Duchess who treated men like disposable tissues.
Recalling the classic ritual from his favorite webnovels, he spoke the word with a smirk.
"Status."
The air rippled as a pulsing black interface materialized before him, framed by shifting edges of ethereal white and neon pink, the signature colors of his divine patron.
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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: 0/100)
Karma Points: 0
...
[ STATS ]
Aether Capacity: 10
Physical Prowess: 14
Charisma: 1000
Endurance: 16
Stat Points: 0
...
[ CLASS & BLOODLINE ARCHIVE ]
Class: Divine Charmer - A S-Rank specialization that converts raw attraction into tangible power. As a Divine Charmer, your presence is a weapon that bypasses physical defenses, targeting the psyche and soul of those around you.
You are a master of manipulation, capable of weaving an aura of irresistible allure that can compel obedience, inspire devotion, or incite madness.
In combat, you move with a hypnotic grace that leaves enemies mesmerized; in private, your touch is an addiction.
...
Hidden Class: Primordial Soul Streamer - A unique existence designed to bridge the gap between the mortal and divine.
You are the chosen vessel of the Goddess Seraphine, tasked with broadcasting your life, conquests, and intimate moments to the high-ranking entities of the AUREALIS Network.
Your growth is directly tied to the engagement of your audience, your Level increases through the Experience Points (EXP) generated by the drama of your life, while your physical attributes are forged by the Karma Points (KP) gifted by your divine patrons.
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Bloodline: Abyssal Ardor (Rank: D; Potential: SSS+) - A mutated variant of the Nocthari lineage, touched by primordial essence.
This bloodline turns the user into a void of insatiable vitality and dark charisma.
It grants the predatory grace of the black panther while fueling an internal fire that can dominate both the battlefield and the bedroom.
Those who carry the Abyssal Ardor possess "Infinite Stamina" and a "Primal Magnetism" that forces the blood of others to boil with desire in their presence.
Your essence is a dark elixir—the more you conquer, the more your bloodline awakens.
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[ SKILLS ]
Class Skill: [Incandescent Presence(Lv.1)]: (Passive) Your movements and voice carry a divine weight.
Women within a 5-meter radius find it 20% harder to maintain hostility or focus on anyone other than you.
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Hidden Class Skill: [AUREALIS Live-Eye (Lv. 1)] Allows the user to initiate a "Stream."
While active, a Soul Camera follows the user, capturing every angle and sound. Leveling this skill increases viewer immersion and unlocks "Donation Goal" interactions.
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Bloodline Skill: [Shadow-Strike Ardor (Lv. 1)] Harnesses the abyssal energy within the blood to grant a burst of explosive speed and strength.
For 10 seconds, the user moves like a flickering shadow, dealing 50% more damage to unsuspecting targets.
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Uncategorized Skill: [Insight(Lv1)]: able to see the status of the other people.
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The ranking system of Tartarus was a ruthless ladder stretching from F to SSS, with each rung further split into three distinct tiers: minus (-), base, and plus (+). For example: -F, F, +F.
Azriel’s gaze drifted to the shimmering gold-and-silver icon pulsating at the edge of his vision.
The title Blessed by the Primordial of Lust and Purity didn’t just sit there, it hummed, a faint melodic resonance that made the very air in the room feel heavy with divine intent.
As he focused, his status window dissolved, blooming into an ornate screen that radiated a soft, pearlescent glow.
-x-
[ TITLE: BLESSED BY THE PRIMORDIAL OF LUST AND PURITY ]
Rank: Primordial
Description: You carry the direct mark of Seraphine, the Primordial Goddess. You are her "Chosen," a living paradox that defies the logic of Tartarus. You are the saint and the sinner, the healer and the heart-breaker, two souls bound in one vessel.
[ PERMANENT EFFECTS ]
Dual Soul Resonance: Allows the user to perfectly toggle between an aura of Absolute Purity (Innocence/Trust) and Absolute Lust (Provocation/Dominance). This subverts the mental defenses of even the most guarded targets by playing on their deepest, conflicting desires.
Goddess’s Protection (Passive): Once per eclipse season(6 Months), if the user faces certain death, a barrier of Primordial Essence will manifest to negate a single fatal blow.
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Azriel felt a strange, dual-sided warmth settle into his marrow, one side cool and calming like moonlight, the other hot and pulsing like a racing heart.
"Innocent and provocative in the same breath," he mused, testing the phantom weight of the power.
"I can play the victim and the villain simultaneously. That’s a dangerous game."
- Chapter 40: Rune-Pad
- Chapter 39: Sweet-Berry Sugar Crisps
- Chapter 38: It Was Perfect
- Chapter 37: So?
- Chapter 36: Who are you
- Chapter 35: Can Someone Lend Me 10 KP?
- Chapter 34: The High-Stakes Cheek Pinch
- Chapter 33: Don’t Hate the Player
- Chapter 32: Azriel’s Weapon
- Chapter 31: My Own Goddess Nerfed Me
- Chapter 30: He Actually Asked Her Age?
- Chapter 29: F**k Your Shame, Content Is King
- Chapter 28: The Multiversal Double Standard
- Chapter 27: Thank God I Was Polite
- Chapter 26: The Royal Library
- Chapter 25: Let the Viral Wave Peak
- Chapter 24: The Universal Trending Page
- Chapter 23: Mental Stream Link
- Chapter 22: Dressed by a Duchess
- Chapter 21: Matriarchal Shit is a Trip
- Chapter 20: Azriel’s Confidence Falters [R18]
- Chapter 19: I Should Have Streamed This
- Chapter 18: Good Morning, Rose
- Chapter 17: Trying Hard to Keep the Dignity [R18]
- Chapter 16: The Duchess Takes the Wheel [R18]
- Chapter 15: Love-Struck Golden Eyes [R18]
- Chapter 14: Worshipping from Head to Toe [R18]
- Chapter 13: Things Are About to Get Wet
- Chapter 12: Shut Up and Take My Karma Points!
- Chapter 11: A Walking Aphrodisiac
- Chapter 10: Rosalind Von Bastet
- Chapter 9: Captain Nyra
- Chapter 8: He Spelled It Out
- Chapter 7: Yo! Bitches
- Chapter 6: The First Patriarch
- Chapter 5: The Primordial Status
- Chapter 4: Squeezing a Cloud Made of Silk and Starlight
- Chapter 3: Welcome to the Show
- Chapter 2: New Body, Who Dis?
- Chapter 1: If You’re Going to Die, Die Thinking of Curves
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