Demonic Po*nstar System Chapter 684: They Chose This

These were the Sinsworn Valkyries loyal to the Paragon of Sin. Ladies who had picked their partner and stood by that choice in every vow they swore.

Warriors who had spilled blood with him, gone hungry with him, come close to death with him countless times. They had seen their beloved ridiculed, blocked, pursued, and held back by those who couldn't defeat him outright and wouldn't allow his rise.

They were ordered to stay put, to grind their tier like obedient newbies and swallow the fact that a guy who'd never challenged them properly—the one who DARES to torment the man they adore?

Did Magnus believe he could cap their potential?

Did Magnus believe he could control their destinies?

Did Magnus believe he could inflict this on the child he cast aside?

UNACCEPTABLE!

Such actions couldn't stand.

Nobody could mistreat them this way. Nobody could mistreat HIM this way.

Thus, they quit seeking approval. Quit shying from the cries, quit worrying if bolts struck through shells or flesh. The corpses below counted as scores, since that's how the foes below had demoted them to—mere tallies to throttle. Figures to control. Dangers to weaken.

The Valkyries struck back accordingly.

...

"HELL YES!" Leia yelled so fiercely her mic glitched. "YES! SLAY THEM! SLAY EVERY LAST ONE!"

"Hold on-" Sarah began, "they’re striking the combatants as well, that’s-"

"OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!" Emilia howled.

Sarah’s lips clamped tight.

She gazed at her tablet. At Emilia’s label on the line. At the gentle, caring, quiet-spoken lady who handled chat arguments with soft nudges and said sorry when banning folks.

Emilia, who had just demanded beheadings with the assurance of ordering takeout.

Leia chuckled wildly. "That's her. That's my girl. THAT'S the vibe!"

"They earned it!" Emilia’s tone trembled, mixing sobs and rage and delight into a noise Sarah had never caught from her prior. "All of them! They chased him! They ridiculed him! They snatched all he earned and LAUGHED, and now he’s revealing their fate! He’s revealing it to EVERYONE!"

"Em, this could land him in real hot water," Sarah warned, as somebody needed to voice it.

"GOOD!" Emilia shot back. "Let them attempt it! Let the Association show up! Let them dispatch all their refs! He’ll zap them as well!"

"She’s completely wild now," Leia observed with respect. "I adore it."

Sarah glanced at her chat.

The stream chat surged past any pace she’d known. It wasn’t rolling; it was flooding, posts popping up and fading so swiftly that scanning single remarks meant halting the flow. Yet she didn’t have to parse them one by one. The mood surged like a tide, and tides didn’t demand letter-by-letter study.

She pulled up the mod panel from work instinct. The barrier snagged hundreds of posts each second, mostly harmless, just intense. The bad ones showed enough ingenuity to impress.

Amid the frenzy, some posts grabbed her notice. Steady watchers. Handles she knew from months of oversight. The sort of supporters who attended every broadcast, present from the start.

— KaidensBlade99: The Blood Knight just unloaded on a whole valley. With his crew. On STREAM!

— ValkyrieStan: Luna just zapped that lady via a pool of gore. I adore her.

— xXSinswornForeverXx: They wasted days swiping his takedowns and now they’re fleeing in terror. Gorgeous!

— NyxMommyCult: Nyx hurling ROCKS on their skulls while cooing "let me help you" ranks as the craziest stream moment ever. I’m smitten.

— BloodKnight_Loyal: What did they EXPECT?? You trap a guy who battles beasts 30 ranks higher for kicks and figure he’ll just endure it???

— StormGremlin: They labeled her guy a fag on live TV and now she’s shocking them. Art in action, folks.

The posts melded, solo tones blending into a group bellow still seeking form. Hundreds of thousands venting varied takes on the same emotion, glee and wrath and justice and thirst for blood, all cascading through the chat in a rush no mod worldwide could tame.

Then Emilia posted three words.

— [MOD] Kaiden’s Wife: they chose this.

It stayed calm. No caps. It lingered in the chat under a second before the flow swept it up and away, lost beneath scores of posts that stretched longer, boomed louder, sparked more flair.

But one viewer spotted it.

— NyxMommyCult: they chose this

— StormGremlin: THEY CHOSE THIS

Then ten caught on.

— BloodKnight_Loyal: they chose this

— xXSinswornForeverXx: they chose this

— BastetSimp_Official: they chose this

— ValkyrieStan: THEY CHOSE THIS

— KaidensBlade99: they chose this

Then a hundred.

The chat transformed. The barrage of noise, once a thousand scattered yells, started to tighten, like a mob of fans in an arena syncing their cheers without a leader. One line, echoing. Rolling. Packing the screen from side to side in a stream of matching text that zipped so quick it ceased resembling separate posts and resembled one pulsing entity.

THEY CHOSE THIS

THEY CHOSE THIS

THEY CHOSE THIS

THEY CHOSE THIS

Sarah observed it unfold via the mod view. She’d witnessed chat fads. She’d seen spam memes and catchphrases and hot plays that momentarily rallied viewers over laughs or thrills.

This stood apart. Not humor. Not buzz. This marked a judgment from hundreds of thousands of outsiders who’d seen a solid man pursued for days and at last, at last, discovered a means to shed their powerlessness.

They chose this.

New Dawn opted to trail him.

Ash opted to grab his victories.

Chinedu opted to gesture like pals while choking his progress.

New Dawn opted to unleash its full newbie squad to smash a fifth-rank group that had merely battled fiercely and broadcast truly.

They chose this.

And now the Paragon of Sin, his Sinsworn Valkyries, and his beast girl companions were demonstrating the price of that decision.

The slogan bridged tongues. Fans in Seoul entered it in English since the wording mattered. Fans in São Paulo mirrored it exactly. The German group, Japanese group, French followers, every one punching the identical trio of words in the same tongue because the chat had unified into one cry and that cry used the language of the fighter they followed.

THEY CHOSE THIS

A million live viewers.

The count had hit seven digits amid the assault and kept rising, as snippets spread wide and each snippet drew fresh gazes and each gaze hit the same broadcast and the same chat and the same trio of words pulsing like a pulse.

Leia was guffawing. Truly guffawing, the mad laugh of a lady seeing the globe back her live. "Em. Emilia. You just ignited a damn revolution."

Emilia stayed silent.

Sarah reviewed the call. Still linked. Emilia’s audio active, and via it, barely audible, came the noise of somebody weeping.

"Em?"

A sniff. Then a damp, quivering chuckle.

"They chose this," Emilia murmured. "And he’s exacting the toll."

On the broadcast, Kaiden Grey perched on the crest with his ladies encircling him, mystical runes whirling into being near his arm, and peered into the valley where his rivals spilled blood and perished.

A million folks viewed.

A million folks echoed.

THEY.

CHOSE.

THIS.