The First Patriarch: Streaming My Cosmic Harem

"Don’t take too long, Az~," she called down softly, her husky voice carrying effortlessly through the cavern’s humid air.

"My patience doesn’t last forever."

"Five minutes," Azriel murmured, his violet eyes locking dead onto the Alpha’s blood-red pupils.

AWOOOOOOOOO—!

The Alpha threw its massive skull back in a deafening roar, unleashing a concussive shockwave that whipped the acidic river into a frothing, violent boil.

A chilling system prompt flashed in Azriel’s vision.

[Trait: Alpha’s Domination Aura - Unleashes a suffocating predatory pressure that slows the movement and reaction speed of lower-level targets by 15%, while instilling lingering paralyzing dread. Empowers the pack with hive-mind tactical coordination]

Instantly, a heavy, invisible weight settled onto Azriel’s shoulders, making the air feel like thick lead.

The glint in the Alpha’s eyes was cold and filled tactical intellect.

With a subtle snarl, the Alpha directed its four elite escorts not in a reckless swarm, but in a textbook crossfire formation.

Two leaped high to cut off Azriel’s vertical evasion, while the remaining two swept low from his blind spots, timed with millisecond precision to eliminate every possible parry window.

Azriel didn’t panic.

He planted his boots, allowing his senses to soak in the vectors.

He registered the subtle dragging sensation of the 15% slow, recalibrating his internal timing.

He tracked the overlapping attack arcs, identifying the micro-gap created by the difference in weight between the aerial pouncers and the ground flankers.

Warrior’s Instinct flared white-hot, overriding the paralyzing dread with razor-sharp martial clarity.

WHIRRRRRR—!

Instead of fighting the slowed reaction speed, Azriel leaned into rotational momentum.

His left wrist snapped, whipping the iron fundo through the air with a shrill sonic screech.

CLANG— CRACK!

The iron weight struck the lead airborne wolf squarely in the temple mid-flight, violently altering its trajectory and slamming it into the second aerial attacker.

Both collided in a tangled heap of snapping teeth and shattered bone.

[Corrupted Timber-Wolf (Lvl 6) Slain: +90 XP]

Before the two grounded flankers could close the pincer trap, Azriel dropped into a fluid, frictionless spin.

The chain uncoiled around his torso like an iron viper.

With a sharp tug, the crescent sickle whirled in a deadly low-altitude orbit, severing the front legs of both charging wolves in one clean, glistening sweep.

SHRRK— SPLAT!

As they tumbled forward shrieking, Azriel stepped over their thrashing bodies, driving the sickle down into the skull of one, and stomping the neck of the other with a brutal, spine-snapping crunch.

[Corrupted Timber-Wolf (Lvl 6) Slain: +90 XP]

[Corrupted Timber-Wolf (Lvl 6) Slain: +90 XP]

[Corrupted Timber-Wolf (Lvl 6) Slain: +90 XP]

In barely two minutes, the entire escort unit lay butchered across the slick river stone, their steaming blood pooling into the glowing crevices.

Azriel didn’t even breathe heavily.

Ripping his crescent blade from the last carcass with a crisp flick of gore, he spun the iron chain smoothly back into his grip and squared his shoulders.

Now, only the colossal Alpha stood before him, its glowing crimson eyes narrowing as the suffocating silence of the cavern returned.

The Alpha did not rush in blindly.

Seeing its four elite guards turned into cold carcasses in a mere two minutes, the crimson fire in its eyes burned with cold, calculating malice.

The emerald crystals along its massive spine began to pulse rhythmically, releasing thick plumes of caustic mist that sizzled upon contact with the wet stone.

[Warning: Boss Skill Activated - Iron-Hide Rampage (Lv. 2)]

[Target’s Physical Defense increased by 60%. Immune to minor lacerations.]

GRRRRRR...

The ground shuddered as the Alpha lunged.

Despite its four-meter shoulder height and fourteen-meter length, the beast accelerated with terrifying, unnatural speed.

It covered the thirty paces between them in a single, earth-shaking bound, its massive front paw descending toward Azriel’s skull like a falling meteor.

Azriel’s Warrior’s Instinct flared up once again, relying on his previous tactic of sliding beneath the monster’s center of gravity to target its abdomen.

Big mistake.

The moment Azriel dropped into his low slide, the Alpha anticipated the move.

Instead of committing its weight forward, the beast slammed its massive foreleg directly into the bedrock ahead of him.

BOOM!

The concussive shockwave fractured the stone shelf, sending a violent wave of jagged rock shards straight into Azriel’s torso.

The sheer blunt impact arrested his forward momentum instantly, forcing a sharp gasp of air from his lungs.

Before Azriel could recover his footing, the Alpha’s bone-spiked tail whipped sideways with the speed of an artillery shell.

Azriel crossed his forearms, throwing the heavy iron chain up in a hasty, desperate cross-block.

CLANG— CRACK!

The jagged bony tail slammed through the iron links.

The reinforced metal held, but the colossal kinetic force transferred straight into Azriel’s forearms, fracturing the radius bone in his left wrist with a sickening crack.

The momentum launched him through the air like a ragdoll.

Azriel skidded violently across the slick, jagged river stones for fifteen meters, his boots tearing through moss before coming to a halt barely three inches from the boiling, green acid river.

"Tch—!"

Azriel coughed, spitting a thick mouthful of crimson blood onto the rock.

His left arm hung limp, throbbing with blinding, white-hot agony.

’Don’t repeat the same trick against a Boss,’ Azriel reprimanded himself coldly, forcing down the panic.

’It has higher tactical intelligence than the scouts.’

High above in the obsidian willow, Vesperia’s relaxed posture vanished.

Her golden pupils contracted into razor-thin slits, her claws digging deep into the dark bark.

Her muscles coiled, ready to drop down and obliterate the beast, yet she saw the icy, venomous focus rekindling in Azriel’s violet eyes, and she held her breath.

AWOOOOOOO!

The Alpha didn’t give him time to breathe.

Its jaws unhinged, revealing rows of jagged, corrosive fangs as a swirling vortex of emerald bile concentrated within its throat.

[Warning: Boss Skill Casting - Corrosive Breath (Lv. 2)]

FWOOOOOOSH—!

A torrential cone of boiling, flesh-melting acid erupted from the Alpha’s maw, sweeping across the stone shelf to incinerate Azriel completely.

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