Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 371

Chapter 371: Bittersweet Feelings

The broadcast carried on.

"In what many are calling the ’confession heard across America,’ a woman named Alexandra has sparked a wildfire. Millions are demanding that Maximilian Vice, CEO of ChronosX, and his allies stand trial for crimes they allegedly committed. From academy board members to city officials, public trust is eroding by the hour."

The words faded into the background as Kaiden pulled open his platform. A single thought was enough, and the numbers appeared before him, clear as day.

And there it was.

Progress.

At last, something tangible, something undeniable.

For weeks, they’d been infamous, known in quite a wide circle but for all the wrong reasons. Their following had grown to several million, but nearly every click had been poisoned. Their streams and videos were buried in dislikes. Comment sections drowning in hatred. Watchtime spiked by spite, not support.

But now?

Now the tide was turning before his eyes.

The counter ticked upward like a heartbeat, climbing into double digits. Ten million people subscribed to Valhalla’s Sinners. Then higher still. Every second brought a new rush of subscribers. Not hate-watchers here to call Kaiden a monster and the girls whores, but people choosing to follow them. The latest upload, once mocked with an 85% dislike ratio, was evening out by the minute as wave after wave of likes and supportive comments crashed against it.

"We were wrong about you."

"Justice for Alexandra."

"The Blood Knight protects."

For the first time since the defamation began, their page didn’t feel like a battlefield; it felt like a beacon.

Kaiden leaned back, watching the numbers rise, and exhaled slowly. This was more than a boost in popularity. This was proof. Proof that their fight wasn’t in vain, that their voices were finally breaking through the noise.

He looked at his Valkyries holding his hands, and felt his felinid playing with his hair from behind, and allowed himself the smallest of smiles.

Progress. A fresh wind at their backs.

The kind that could change everything.

Aria suddenly grabbed the remote, snatching it out of Kaiden’s idle hand. She clicked the television off, and, as the reporter’s voice was muted, silence descended on the room. The only sound was Bastet’s low, steady purr vibrating like a feline lullaby behind Kaiden’s head.

Aria let out a soft sigh. "I’m happy. So happy..."

Her voice carried that tremor of joy struggling against sorrow. "But Alexandra’s tragedy makes it hard to celebrate." She laced her fingers tighter around Kaiden’s hand, and when she lifted her gaze, her silver eyes shimmered with emotion so raw and beautiful that Kaiden momentarily forgot to breathe.

"Is it normal to feel like this?" she whispered.

It took Kaiden a few moments to find his voice, after which he exhaled. "Of course it is. I feel the same."

His voice darkened, becoming low and heavy. "I want to open champagne, to kiss my girls in celebration... but I also want to murder Maximilian with my own two hands."

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