The First Patriarch: Streaming My Cosmic Harem

Up in the dense canopy, Vesperia leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on her open palm as her slitted golden eyes tracked Azriel staring down at his bloodied gauntlets.

Watching him effortlessly flick the dark viscera off his knuckles and the gleaming crescent edge of his kusarigama, his violet gaze immediately locking onto the dark depths of the dungeon with unyielding resolve, a sharp, ferocious grin split her lips.

It was the raw, unrestrained smile of a warrior giving her absolute approval to another rising warrior.

Down below, Azriel turned toward the dead raptors.

Drawing a sleek skinning knife from his waist belt, he efficiently began prying loose the hardened iron talons and harvesting valuable monster cores.

Vesperia had drilled the fundamentals of field butchery and material harvesting into him during their brief respites between sparring sessions, ensuring no valuable dungeon loot went to waste even though his sugar mommy was a literal Duchess.

After tossing the harvested components into his newly acquired spatial ring, Azriel rose and fixed his gaze on the deeper, shadowed corridors of the Verdant Hollow.

Distant, guttural growls and ominous wolf howls rolled through the ancient, obsidian timber.

A cold, predatory smile spread across his face.

"560 down," Azriel muttered, casually twirling the crescent sickle between his fingers. "440 to go."

Running through the dense shadows cast by the colossal obsidian trees, he pressed deeper into the gloomy thicket.

Moments later, his Thermal Gaze pulsed, catching five radiant crimson silhouettes sprinting through the underbrush toward him, clearly drawn by the fresh scent of acidic blood in the air.

Without missing a beat, Azriel kicked off the damp soil, leaping onto a gnarled trunk and rapidly scaling the bark until he was fully concealed behind a cluster of dense, bioluminescent leaves.

Below him, the pack of Iron-Claw Raptors stalked in a tight formation. Azriel held his breath, letting the lead beasts pass beneath his perch.

The instant the trailing raptor stepped directly below his branch, Azriel dropped from the canopy like a phantom, raising his sickle high overhead in a silent, lethal descent.

Yet, just as the crescent blade was about to sever its neck, the beast’s primal survival instincts flared.

It snapped its head upward.

Though far too late to evade the strike, it managed to squeeze out a sharp, guttural screech right before impact.

SHRRK—!

The sickle sliced cleanly through the raptor’s neck, sending its severed head tumbling into the moss.

[Iron-Claw Raptor (Lvl 3) Slain: +45 XP]

Alerted by the death cry, the four remaining raptors whipped around, their reptilian eyes blazing with feral fury as they charged him in unison.

"Tch... annoying," Azriel clicked his tongue.

The lead raptor was already airborne, its iron talons snapping just inches from his nose.

Azriel ducked sharply, but the razor-sharp tip still grazed his cheek, carving a thin line that flared with a stinging, burning heat.

Before he could reset his balance, a second raptor lunged from his left flank.

Azriel brought his sickle up in a sharp reverse-block, the beast’s metallic talons screeching violently against the reinforced crescent blade.

Bracing his core, he shoved forward with explosive force, sending the raptor tumbling backward into the dirt.

Azriel raised two fingers to his cheek, wiping away a smear of fresh, crimson blood. Staring down at his stained fingertips, his expression turned dangerously cold.

Locking his freezing violet eyes onto the beast that had dared hurt him, Azriel exploded forward.

Channeling his raw physical strength into his left arm, with the heavy iron chain coiled tightly around his knuckles like a lethal knuckle-duster, he drove a vicious, point-blank uppercut straight into the raptor’s snout.

"You ugly fucker... this face is my ultimate trump card," Azriel growled. "Who gave you permission to scratch it?!"

’Ugh, holy shit, that was cringe,’ he winced internally, fighting the urge to facepalm mid-fight.

CRACK—!

The beast’s lower jaw shattered into a violent spray of splintered bone and bloody pulp, the sheer kinetic force hurling its heavy frame into a dazed, backward stumble.

The moment his blood was drawn, the divine entities and smitten goddesses in the chat lost their collective minds.

[LIVE CHAT]

[I_Love_Leaf] (Golden): How dare that ugly lizard touch that gorgeous face?! Tear it apart, Azriel!!

[Lusty_Sera] (Golden): Noooo my baby’s cheek!!!

[Sadistic69] (Red): CUT ITS DAMN JAW OFF AND SHOVE IT DOWN ITS THROAT!! NO MERCY!

[Battle_Maiden_Vera] (White): Protect the merchandise at all costs!! Finish them, Azriel!!

[Moon_Priestess_99] (Cyan): My Az-, I mean Azriel, take this healing fund right now!!

[Star_Gazer_Yuna] (White): Find out if that thing has a dick and slice it off first!!

[Crimson_Fury] (White): So bad at combat that he can’t even protect the face which he relies on the most....

[Crimson_Fury has sent a gift: ’Rotten Tomato x 5’ (Value: 5 KP)]

[Moon_Priestess_99 has sent a gift: ’Pegasus Feather’ (Value: 100 KP)]

[Star_Gazer_Yuna has sent a gift: ’Pegasus Feather’ (Value: 100 KP)]

[I_Love_Leaf has sent a gift: ’Aurora Wings’ (Value: 1000 KP)]

Too dialed into the flow of combat to pay attention to the spiraling chat or the barrage of donations, Azriel shook a single coil of chain free from his fingers, whipping it around the dazed raptor’s throat.

He dug his heels into the loam and yanked with explosive force, using the dying monster as a heavy projectile and hurling its body directly into the two raptors charging from behind.

THWACK—BANG!

[Iron-Claw Raptor (Lvl 3) Slain: +45 XP]

As the two beasts went down in a tangled heap beneath their dead packmate, Azriel reeled the slack chain back into his palm.

Spinning the iron fundo in a tight, blinding vertical orbit, he brought it down like a thunderbolt onto the temple of the second raptor he had blocked with his sickle.

SPLAT!

The iron weight caved in the monster’s skull with a sickening crunch, killing it instantly on the spot.

[Iron-Claw Raptor (Lvl 3) Slain: +45 XP]

A few feet away, the remaining two raptors violently shoved their dead companion’s heavy carcass aside, clawing their way back to their feet as their hisses echoed through the clearing.

The two surviving raptors scrambled out from beneath the gore of their fallen kin, their scaled hides slick with black blood.

Feral rage flickered across their slitted yellow eyes, rapidly giving way to cornered, predatory desperation.

They didn’t charge blindly this time.

Splitting apart with unnerving synergy, one circled wide into the darkness of his left flank, while the other lowered its chest to the moss, coiling its corded leg muscles to pounce head-on.

Azriel didn’t give them the luxury of setting the pace.

Wuuush—!

With a sharp, whip-like snap of his left wrist, Azriel launched the iron fundo skimming low along the ground.

The heavy weight hissed across the damp loam like a striking viper, the trailing chain snapping taut as it wrapped in tight, crushing coils around the lead raptor’s hind leg before the beast could leap.

The monster screeched in panic as Azriel yanked his forearm back with explosive force, ripping its footing out from under it and slamming its massive frame onto the stone-hard roots with a sickening, wet thud.

At that exact microsecond, the flanking raptor exploded from his blind spot.

SKRRREEE—!

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