Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 530

Chapter 530: Stream Start

The moment their stream activated, Kaiden’s face came into view on thousands of screens. Sarah, Leia, and Emilia were the first to react on their end with cheery smiles, accompanied by good wishes and heart emojis sent in the chat.

Behind them, the viewer count exploded upward in a blur of numbers, comments surging so fast the chat box practically vibrated. Their regulars, their lurkers, their die-hard fans... They all poured in at once, filling the feed with excited anticipation.

Kaiden’s face welcomed them. "The competition is about to begin," he said with a calm, steady voice. "Valhalla’s Sinners won’t be focused on entertainment today. Our primary goals will be survival and ascension. Which means there will be no live commentary, and our focus will be entirely on winning the competition and leveling up. To that end, we’ll be performing as professional awakened, so keep expectations in check."

Messages flew in response:

We get it! Go crush them!

Break a leg out there! Wait, not literally!

Don’t look at chat even ONCE, Kai, I swear! PROTECT THE GIRLS!

VALHALLA RISES!

KAI-TEAM, LET’S GOOOO!

Their fanbase understood, and the chat’s tone shifted as though collectively agreeing to behave. It was rare for a community as chaotic as Valhalla’s Sinners - one that ranged from down-bad fangirls who worshiped Kaiden like a religion to turbo-haters who tuned in solely to seethe. The "hate-watchers," as they were mockingly called, usually sat like vultures waiting for the tiniest slip-up to clip and sneer at online.

Yet today, not a single one dared type anything reckless... not with all the moderators lurking in the shadows like apex predators. For weeks, a cold war had simmered between fangirls and jealous men, each side arming themselves with their own internet communities and report buttons like nuclear weapons.

And then it happened.

- XxThickThighsxX: hope one of the monsters cuck you lol

A digital silence fell. The kind of silence you could hear.

Every hate-watcher collectively slapped their forehead, which meant thousands of palms fired off like ammunition all across the globe. A millisecond later, a bright red line appeared in chat:

Kaiden’s Wife has banned XxThickThighsxX.

Reason given by the moderator: Just because you are a failure of a man who can’t find a mate that is willing to tolerate your miserable, insufferable existence, does not permit you to wish harm upon other, superior men.

Instant public execution.

In a small suburban room in São Paulo, a guy munched popcorn and exhaled through his nose. "Rookie mistake," he muttered, shaking his head at his screen like a disappointed uncle watching a toddler run into a glass door.

The devices also kept a constant track of the wearer’s position for the Association’s monitoring network. Privacy wasn’t exactly an option here, but in exchange, competitors were given data no sane person would reject. Precise monster densities. Estimated difficulty levels. Sub-zone warnings that could prevent an entire squad from walking blindly into a slaughter.

Each bracelet blinked with stable green indicators as Kaiden’s girls confirmed functionality.

Luna flicked through the holographic interface with sharp, efficient motions. Aria adjusted her strap, ensuring it wouldn’t shift mid-casting. Nyx ran a quick diagnostic with practiced ease. Calypso muttered a small curse as she fumbled around with the artifact due to having no experience with such screens.

Bastet simply gave a low hum of approval, then spent her time watching the demoness’s struggles with the most satisfied, smug expression, feeling great superiority due to having mastered human technology interfaces, having done a lot of research on Kaiden’s phone - meaning she played mobile games a lot while sunbathing.

Kaiden scanned the projected map that hovered above his palm. Bright red zones pulsed ominously across the northwest quadrant, indicating monster clusters above level ninety. Even the central fields showed numerous pockets of eighty-plus threats. He exhaled slowly. "As agreed: until we reach level 50, anything above level seventy-five means instant retreat. No heroics. No gambles. We pull out together."

The five nodded without hesitation, unified in their pragmatism. None of them were delusional. Not today. Not in a competition where every guild had sent monsters disguised as people.

Kaiden allowed himself one more long look at the map, studying the shifting danger patterns, then lowered his hand. "Good. We move."

Outside their cabin, the horns marking phase-one departure echoed across the valley.

The competition had begun.