Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 492

Chapter 492: Saviors

Sharper than before.

"But there’s somethin’ none of them, none of the Radiant cunts, none of the badge-wearing government dogs, could take from me."

He tapped a finger against his temple.

"The Awakened Media Platform."

Maximilian’s breathing hitched.

Dante lifted both hands, palms up, theatrical.

"They can restrict my media time. Sure. They can take my books. My weights. My flavor of the month guard, who tells me tales about the delicious barbecue he cooked during the weekend."

He snorted.

"They can stop my family from visitin’. They can cut my commissary. They can starve me of anything fun."

"But they can’t control whether I open my media platform and start watchin’ content."

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he shrugged, "Or maybe they could... but they don’t care enough to fuck with me to that degree. I got no clue."

Maximilian stared at him.

Not breathing.

Not blinking.

Dante tilted his head, watching something crumble behind the man’s eyes.

And then...

Click.

Something in Maximilian’s mind snapped into place.

His face drained of color.

His lips trembled.

"You... you watch..." His voice came out dry, cracked, barely more than a whisper. "You watch Valhalla’s Sinners...?"

Dante’s smile sharpened.

Slow.

Predatory.

Like a lion recognizing the moment a gazelle finally understands it can’t run.

"Oh," Dante murmured. "Now we’re speakin’ the same language."

Dante’s grin widened at Maximilian’s dawning horror.

He leaned one shoulder against the wet steel wall, completely relaxed now, as if they were two old friends catching up in a sauna instead of a death-row shower stall where one man was two breaths away from collapsing.

"I spent the first few years in here watchin’ the Crimson Dominion," Dante explained casually. "They were my kind of people. Ruthless. Efficient. No bullshit moralizing. Every time they mowed down a boss, every time they outshined those Radiant cucks, I cheered like it was goddamn New Year’s."

He chuckled at the memory.

"Good times. Real good. But..."

A long exhale left him.

Heavy.

Tired.

"But after a while, it all started blurin’ together. Another monster. Another dungeon. Another war. Sometimes rough, sometimes easy... but always the same damn cycle. Fight, win or lose, loot or run, repeat. You watch blood long enough, it stops excitin’ you."

His eyes drifted upward, staring at nothing.

"Then one day, somethin’ popped up on my feed. Somethin’... different."

He lowered his gaze.

"You know what it was?"

Maximilian couldn’t answer. He couldn’t even breathe.

"A young man," Dante said, voice softening like he was recalling a cherished memory. "Surrounded by a bunch of lively young gals. They were havin’ a stream. Just sittin’ together. Eatin’ sushi. Chattin’. Laughin’. No monsters. No levels. No kill-count. No politics. Just..."

He searched for the word.

"...life."

He huffed out a gentle laugh.

"Mind you, this ain’t no YouTube. This is the Awakened Media Platform. People go there to watch awakened folks. Warriors. Hunters. Killers. Folks drenched in mana fightin’ for survival and greatness. But these kids? They were just bein’... human. It hit me so hard I didn’t know what the hell I was feelin’."

His jaw tightened, nostrils flaring.

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