The viewer count on StarStream was ticking upward so fast the digital odometer looked like it was glitching.

[Current Viewers: 890K]

[Streaming Rank: #8 Trending Globally]

The side monitor displayed golden rockets and virtual luxury yachts donated by viewers.

At some point, Mr. Gold realized it wasn’t just average citizens tuning in anymore.

That’s when he really understood the real intention of the identity Mr. Gold created by the system. This stream wasn’t just for entertainment or reputation; it was a hunting ground for high-society exposure!

Suddenly, a massive, premium notification banner flashed across the screen. A high-status matriarch of a powerful dragon clan from a neighboring megacity forced her way into the stream’s request queue.

When her video feed connected, Mr. Gold’s breath hooked slightly beneath his mask.

She had beautiful red hair that flowed like liquid fire and intensely pretty golden eyes.

She also had horns and feisty look on her face.

She looked liked danger, but also like a wild animal.

A beautiful, wild animal.

’Wow, she’s insanely beautiful. I didn’t even know there were actual dragonfolk in this world... that’s...’

The live chat went wild.

[HOLY CRAP! THAT’S MATRIARCH FIRESEA FROM THE CHIWEN FLAME SECT!!!]

[She’s so gorgeous, I’m literally on my knees! I already ship them so hard! 😍]

[Wait, no! Mr. Gold, please don’t accept any terms she gives you! Dragon women are dangerous!]

[Bro, don’t let her trap you!]

The dragon lady adjusted her camera.

[Hmph. I am Rory Firesea, one of the top matriarchs of the Chiwen Flame Sect in the Royal Dragon Prefecture. My clan owns all in the Red Dragon District, and we also produce many red dragon cores that industries use in the production of flashlights, heaters, and so many other technologies. We are basically billionaires.]

There was deep arrogance in her polished tone.

Her voluptuous body was on full display... from her large breasts down to her slim waist. She was, without a doubt, breathtakingly beautiful.

After finishing her long boast about her lineage, she leaned closer to her camera. Her golden eyes locked on Mr. Gold, and now he could see her meaty cleavage screaming to break free from her red-and-black robes.

[Mr. Gold, you clearly have the qualifications to stand by my side. If you become my second husband, my clan will grant you access to our sacred spiritual veins. My only condition is that you must have fifty children with me to secure our great bloodline. That seems fair.]

Behind his mask, Mr. Gold stuttered.

"F-, Fifty...?"

The fierce dragon lady got a bit sheepish. A deep blush crept up her neck and colored her cheeks as she nervously twirled a strand of her red hair.

[Ahem... yes. You see, we dragonfolk are very fertile. Honestly, even as we speak right now, I feel pregnant just from talking to you through the screen. Your masculine aura is just that powerful...]

Mr. Gold didn’t hesitate. "Abort the baby."

With a swift tap of his finger, he ruthlessly kicked her out of the live stream.

The comment section went absolutely mental.

[ABORT THE BABY?! DID HE REALLY JUST SAY THAT TO A DRAGON MATRIARCH?! 💀💀]

[Bro is the ultimate virgin savior, oh my god, he’s immune to supreme boss-tier women!]

[Absolute chad behavior! King shit!]

[Rejected a goddess like she was a telemarketer!]

[Ding! Congratulations to the Host! For publicly rejecting a woman of a superior clan and ancient race, you have improved your cultivation from the Spiritual Meridian Realm straight to the Earth Core Realm!]

[Reward: $30,000,000 USD (Tax-Free) has been deposited into your account!]

[Reward: You may now choose any hypercar of your choice valued up to $5,000,000!]

Mr. Gold was surprised.

’Isn’t this reward way too much?!’

And that’s when he really got the gist of what the system wanted him to do with all of this. He couldn’t make much money by rejecting goddesses who weren’t deeply in love with him or if the occasion was small.

But if the occasion was huge, the cash rewards would equally be massive!

If the dragon lady had just asked him randomly on the street, there would be no viewers, and the psychological shock to her pride would be minimal. But in front of nearly a million live viewers? The public shock was much higher, and so were the cash rewards!

’THIS IS THE SMARTEST SYSTEM EVER!’

Mr. Gold almost shed a tear.

...

Meanwhile, in a luxury estate across the province.

Matriarch Firesea turned away from her computer.

She angrily folded her arms right under her bouncy breasts and pouted deeply as she loudly complained.

"That arrogant Mr. Gold! How dare he?! I have never been rejected by a single man for the several thousands of years I’ve been alive! Sure, I might be a grandma by silly human standards, but I’m not THAT old! I’m much prettier than any of those regular young girls! Hmph!"

She stubbornly pursed her rosy lips as her chest heaved with rage.

Just then, her timid, frail human husband walked into her grand room, holding a tray.

"Dear, the spiritual beast stew is ready for dinner..."

"SHUT UP!"

She grabbed her expensive gaming mouse and threw it straight at his head.

The husband shook fearfully, ducking just in time.

He nodded quickly, swallowing hard.

"Y-, Yes, dear... Um, I really don’t want to sleep in that lonely guest room tonight. Can we share a bed?"

The dragon lady glared at him with disgust.

"Mind your own business or I will crush you! A weak man like you can’t handle a true dragon person in bed, don’t you get that yet?! Get out!"

The husband nodded submissively and left.

Alone with her boiling thoughts, the dragon lady stared back at the frozen stream image of the golden mask.

"Just wait, Mr. Gold... sooner or later, you will become my obedient human dog."

...

Back on the stream.

A fast-paced montage of elite women occurred.

Different top beauties!

World-famous supermodels...

Chart-topping musicians...

Wealthy heiresses...

They requested to join the stream one after another.

They threw themselves at him, begging for dates, offering business mergers, and pleading for his attention.

Mr. Gold, however, casually rejected all of them.

[How can he comfortably do that?!]

[This man is pissing me off! Pass the damn ball!]

[Incel final boss 💀]

[He’s probably gonna beg for their attention in their private chats 😭🙏 YOU’RE NOT SLICK BRO!]

More rejection. More system rewards!

[Ding! You’ve rejected a Tier-1 actress and received a luxury villa in Ibiza valued at $3.5 million!]

[Ding! You’ve rejected a Tier-3 dancer with a massive follower count and received $800,000!]

[Ding! You’ve rejected a Tier-2 hot weather lady and received the Purple Crow Sword!]

Ding! Ding! Ding! It went on and on.

Suddenly, a big, red-bordered admin alert overrode the entire StarStream interface.

Someone seriously important was requesting.

User: @Olivia_Hilton_Official

Mr. Gold arched a brow beneath his mask.

He instantly remembered the system profile he’d viewed earlier that night.

[Target: Olivia Hilton]

[Net Worth: $4.2 Billion]

[Current Affection (towards Chrome): -50% *(Wants to castrate Host)]

He let out a quiet sigh.

’Man, that’s unfortunate. She’s a beautiful woman. Just as beautiful as the dragon lady, too. Granted, since the dragon lady is a magical creature, she has enhanced mystical beauty, but Olivia’s face is angelic considering she’s just a regular human... wait, since she hates Chrome so much, maybe she’ll like Mr. Gold instead?’

Hoping for a loophole, he used a subtle mental nod to open up her other affection panel.

Current Affection (towards Mr. Gold): -70% (Wants to turn Mr. Gold into her dog)

Chrome sighed internally.

’Wow. These powerful women are too cruel.’

Click. Mr. Gold accepted the forced request.

The livestream split in half.

On the right side, Olivia Hilton appeared.

She sat majestically at her executive desk.

Her silver-blonde hair framed her razor-sharp, drop-dead gorgeous face, giving her a sexy, dominant look. Her deep green eyes locked onto the camera in a way that would captivate the strongest men.

The most beautiful woman in Dragon Ridge City was on his livestream!

[OH MY GOD IT’S QUEEN OLIVIA!!!]

[The battle of the billionaires! Who has more aura?!]

ㄴ[Mr. Gold is NOT a billionaire]

ㄴ[I agree. Trillionaire at most.]

ㄴ[Bro, what??? 💀]

[Look at how Mr. Gold is just sitting there crossing his legs calmly... he’s aura farming, what a boss!]

In reality, Mr. Gold had only crossed his legs so he could at least hide the sudden, aggressive boner caused by her heavenly beauty.

Olivia didn’t waste a single second on pleasantries.

She leaned forward with a proud, dangerous smirk on her tasty lips.

[Mr. Gold... or should I say, our city’s latest viral piece of fiction. I’ve been watching your little performances, and I must admit, it’s very entertaining. The hypercars, the rare vintage wine, the Imperial penthouse... it’s a very lovely stage play you’ve set up.]

Mr. Gold yawned softly.

"Three minutes left. You might be a corporate giant to the viewers watching, but to me you’re just a guest on this stream. So watch your words."

The entire live chat gasped.

Olivia’s beautifully smile turned cold and vicious.

[Cut the crap. My Hilton Clan controls the primary financial registries in this entire province. That penthouse belongs directly to the City Governor’s private estate. So tell me, ’Mr. Gold’... how exactly did you get a twelve-million-dollar deed under your name in a matter of seconds. No one knew the governor planned to sell, so who exactly are you, and what are you hiding?]

A red system alert flashed in Mr. Gold’s face.

[CRITICAL WARNING!]

[Host must protect the existence of the System and maintain your reputation at all costs! If your true identity or the system is exposed, you risk losing the System entirely and forfeiting all accumulated wealth permanently!]

Mr. Gold’s heart skipped a beat.

’What?!’ ಠ_ಠ