Demonic Po*nstar System Chapter 680: Spiteful Fangirls

"I hope he chokes on his tiny little wrinkly dick."

Through the group call, Leia’s words emerged flat and laced with poison, the sort of rage that had quieted down hours earlier and hardened into a constant simmer.

"On stream. Right in front of his fourteen watchers and his three phony girlfriends who applaud like seals at a show whenever he scores a kill."

Despite everything, Sarah let out a snort. "He’s got far more than fourteen viewers. Tens of thousands more, actually."

"I’d wager half are bots he purchased to inflate the count." Leia dismissed it with a wave and reclined in her seat, the chair’s creak picking up on the microphone. "What really boils my blood? It’s not just the kill-stealing. That stuff occurs. It’s sleazy, yet it’s a tactic I get. After all, it’s a contest. And it’s not even Ash. Ash is a total joker. He’s a show-off with a camera drone and an ego that outstrips his abilities by miles. I can handle jokers."

She halted for a moment.

"It’s the other guy. Chinedu. That cocky little wave he gives whenever they appear, as if he and Kai are longtime pals who simply ran into each other at the same beast. ’Hey there!’ Like it’s no big deal. Like he isn’t showing up on purpose to stifle Kai’s progress. That’s what infuriates me. Ash at least owns up to being a jerk. Chinedu acts like it’s all playful while he shoves a spear into all that Kai and the girls have built."

"His stance is seriously grating," Sarah conceded.

"Exactly! He can go suck on the joker’s wrinkly little dick for all I care. They’d be ideal partners in crime."

"You’re awfully focused on wrinkly dicks today," Sarah pointed out.

"Not like I inspected it." Leia’s tone held no embarrassment whatsoever. "But I can spot it. Just one glance at the dude tells you. It shows in his expression."

"Sure thing, Leia."

Sarah shook her head and dropped the subject, since debating Leia’s supposed talent for spotting dicks would only lead to even messier territory.

Curled up on her bed, Sarah stared at Kai’s stream page as it reloaded into the same black void it had displayed for the last several dozen minutes. The offline marker lingered like a gravestone. She hit refresh once more. Still nothing.

She felt the anger too, just so it’s noted. Only she didn’t feel the need to swear about sucking wrinkly dicks every half minute like certain others.

Emilia had been silent for some time now.

That detail troubled Sarah far more than Leia’s outbursts. When Leia was vocal, it was her everyday self. Leia entered the world ranting and would leave it ranting, with funeral guests nodding in agreement that it suited her perfectly.

When Emilia went quiet, it signaled she was gearing up for something major.

"Em?" Sarah prompted softly. "You okay? Still with us?"

"I’m here."

Two words. Sharp and curt.

"Just... taking it in."

Leia’s tirade halted. Even she possessed enough awareness to yield the floor when the reserved one required it.

The hush endured for roughly four seconds.

"He called Kai a fag," Emilia stated.

Her tone remained even. Eerily so.

"On stream. During a live show, before all those thousands tuned into that garbage channel, Ash glanced at Kai and labeled him a fag. And no one reacted. The Association overlooked it. His team didn’t step in to fix it. Chinedu just stood by, grinning."

"Em..."

"I’m not finished."

Sarah sealed her lips.

"Kai’s stream reached one million live viewers amid the Borer Queen battle. One million. Grasp what that signifies for a combat broadcast? Even top S-tier awakened combatants, backed by years of sponsorships and pro crews, rarely exceed six figures on peak days. All teams in the event shared identical platforms, hype, broadcast styles, and personal plugs. Fifteen guilds with equal visibility. Yet Kai broke into seven figures, since no one else dares battle monsters thirty levels higher and triumph."

She drew in a breath.

"The previous day, he pulled in five hundred thousand on average over the entire stream. Five hundred thousand folks observing him scout areas, devise attacks, discuss plans with the girls. Not in combat. Simply operating in the wild, and half a million deemed it engaging enough for their day."

"The figures kept rising daily," Sarah murmured softly. "Post-rest day, as they returned and advanced north to elite zones, I saw the stats climb live. Each clash outdid the prior. Millions who’d ignored Valhalla’s Sinners before were now glued to these newcomers slugging it out thirty levels over their heads, not perishing but forging legends."

"They shattered norms," Leia remarked, her voice turning from fury to a sharper, more calculated edge. "Standard awakened combat rules say you avoid twenty-eight levels above. You barely tackle twenty without S-tier support and a squad loaded with backup healers. All manuals, guides, and wisdom dictate sticking to your level range for safe progression. That’s how you stay alive."

"The audience numbers proved it," Emilia continued. "The broadcasts gained speed. Each improbable victory pulled in more viewers. The event’s setup provided the spotlight, and Kai delivered a show that launches legends."

"Did," Sarah corrected.

"Now he’s just pacing around. For hours on end. Selecting prey, moving cautiously, taking twenty minutes to scout the ideal monster, only to arrive and see a bunch of New Dawn members already battling it." Sarah’s jaw tightened. "The feed turned to empty silence. Stunning silence of a guy getting choked out live, and the chat caught on. The vibe flipped instantly. Viewers were enraged. They spotted the sabotage. Back-to-back blocks on Kai’s handpicked targets? No one swallowed that as chance."

"It wasn’t chance," Leia snarled. "That’s deliberate blockade tactics. Magnus deployed his guild’s full newbie squad to trail Kai, snatching every suitable monster in his zone while claiming those kills extra. Textbook supply cutoff. No need to overpower a foe at peak if you can weaken them first."

"Then the joker jumps in. Teaming with New Dawn while Ashbound ranks third and New Dawn leads." Sarah’s words dripped with the seething calm of someone who’d crunched the data and loathed it all. "They’ve no incentive to ally unless a bargain was struck. So Magnus paid off the idiot who slung a slur at Kai on air."

"I wonder why he’s so invested in Kai... It’s not like he’s romancing that awful daughter of his or anything." Leia grumbled. "What’s her name... The oldest one..."

"Selena Ashborn. And Kai wouldn’t touch a spoiled brat like her!" Sarah declared firmly.

Silence fell over the call once more, the trio absorbing the grim reality.

Then Emilia broke it.

"Recall when Kai brought us on board? He pulled us into a chat. The three of us, his top supporters, the ones who’d handled his stream moderation gratis since the chance arose, all because we adored his vision. And he announced, ’Let’s make this real. I’m proposing a hundred thousand monthly to each of you as official moderators and community leads for Valhalla’s Sinners.’"

Sarah recalled vividly. She could still hear her tablet clattering to the ground as her fingers lost strength.

"A hundred thousand," Emilia echoed. "Per month. For work we’d done without pay. Work we’d gladly continued unpaid, since following Kai and the girls brightened our days and joining in felt like striking gold unexpectedly."

"I cried," Sarah admitted plainly. "I ended the call, yelled for my mom, and sobbed for twenty minutes. She assumed tragedy struck. Then she joined my tears upon learning the truth."

Leia let out a puff. "I didn’t shed tears."

"You hollered so fiercely your neighbor reported noise."

"That’s not the same. That’s pure celebration. Totally fine culturally."

"It was three a.m., Leia."

"I couldn’t sleep that night."

Emilia held back laughter, even though usually she’d be chuckling heartily by then, brimming with delight.

"He had no obligation to do it. He could’ve left us as unpaid helpers indefinitely, and we’d have stuck around. He was aware of that. He extended the pay because it’s his nature. He looks after those faithful to him."

Her voice lowered further, remaining composed and measured.

"That’s the individual they’re targeting. A guy who compensates three devoted fans more than most yearly salaries because he believed they earned it. A guy who battles beasts that ought to end him so his team can advance. A guy who shut down his broadcast, halted his own surge, because things deteriorated to where airing further would let foes dictate his narrative."

"Em..." Sarah began.

"I hope they die."

"Em..."

"Don’t ’Em’ me, Sarah." The gentle tone had twisted into an alien sharpness. "I hope a beast tracks them down. I hope some vile abomination slithers from those peaks with fangs aplenty to teach every last one what it’s like to be prey. Just as they’ve preyed on Kai."

Leia’s eyes widened.

Sarah held her breath momentarily.

"I hope Ash cries out for aid and gets none. I hope Chinedu waves at it and loses his hand to its jaws. And I hope the camera op keeps filming so everyone sees."