King Felix II was back in the Royal Antechamber, the immense crystal room now doubling as a highly advanced streaming studio. The Flow was still humming at a high rate, warm and electric, but he knew the national focus wouldn't last forever.
"What is the current Flow Retention Index, Rhea?" the King asked, sitting on a velvet-draped throne that had been wheeled into place directly in front of the main broadcast camera. He adjusted his crown, ensuring the light caught the golden filigree just right.
Knight-Captain Rhea, still in her Mithril and pink tactical gear, checked a glowing data slate. "Sire, we peaked at 15,000 FPM during the Fan Service Finale. We are currently stabilizing at 11,200 FPM. If we do not provide immediate, high-quality, post-game content, we risk a Flow Depression a national dip in aesthetic dedication."
"Unacceptable," Felix declared, his eyes narrowed in strategic thought. "A post-victory Flow Depression is how civilizations crumble. We need a targeted content drop to consolidate this power."
He turned to Lord Reginald, the Grand Chancellor of V-Tuber Diplomacy. "Reginald, I need a 'Thank You' stream. Not just talking. It must be a Flow Consolidation Ritual. Prepare the chat interface. We are going live in T-minus five minutes."
Felix leaned into the microphone, his perfect face displayed on the colossal screen behind him. He looked directly into the lens, ensuring his Aesthetic Integrity remained at 100%.
"Greetings, my focused, dedicated citizens of Thighland," he began, his voice dropping to a smooth, intimate tone that felt like a personal secret shared with every viewer. "Your Flow sustained me. Your Rituals of Gooning ensured our national defense system was unbreakable."
The chat instantly exploded.
@GoldenFollower: OMG HE ACKNOWLEDGED US! FLOW IS RISING!
@AestheticArchivist: King's lips are glossed perfectly. S+++ RATING!
@GooningGuru: The Flow is so pure! Thank you for the content, Sire!
[SYSTEM ALERT: RITUAL FOCUS SUCCESSFUL. FLOW RATE RISING AGAIN: 13,000 FPM.]
"Now," Felix continued, ensuring every word was delivered with emotional precision, "we must discuss what the defeat of the unsightly Giga-Throck truly means for our culture."
He spent the next twenty minutes seamlessly pivoting between a deep, strategic analysis of the Chadgardian's Cringe defense architecture, answering specific fan questions about the Mithril armor's lining, and displaying an immediate, high-quality cosplay of the now-pink, heart-covered Giga-Throck armor.
Chief Evelyn (Royal Cosplayer) gasped. "His Majesty just spontaneously generated a Limited-Edition Aesthetic Counter-Meme! This is genius!"
The Flow hit a new high. The nation was unified, obsessed, and generating energy at peak capacity.
After an hour, Felix smoothly concluded the stream, ensuring a perfect, high-Flow cliffhanger for the next day. The consolidated energy was massive—a power source that could fuel the kingdom for weeks.
"Report on the consolidated Flow storage, Rhea," the King ordered, wiping a single, aesthetic tear of exhaustion from his eye.
"Sire, the Flow Reserves are full. We have enough energy to activate the Aesthetic Defense Lattice on the western border for three months, or... we can spend it on unlocking new Kingly Skills."
Felix pondered the options. The Chadgard threat was real, but his personal power was the ultimate weapon.
"We need a strategic edge against the Empire," Felix decided. "They rely on physical armies. We must counter with abstract, psychological warfare."
He brought up his internal system menu, focusing on the newly unlocked S-Tier skill: Aesthetic Vortex.
[AESTHETIC VORTEX: Cost: 10,000 FPM. Effect: Creates a localized, reality-bending bubble of overwhelming aesthetic perfection. All enemies within the vortex suffer intense psychological trauma and morale failure.]
"Allocate 10,000 Flow to the Aesthetic Vortex unlock," Felix commanded.
As the energy transferred, he felt a subtle, physical change—a new, cold source of power settling in his chest. His charisma was now a weapon capable of altering reality itself.
"We have proven that our focus is our defense," King Felix stated, leaning back on the throne. "But the war has only just begun. Chadgard will not tolerate being canceled by a gooning femboy king. They will retaliate with their full, dull, uninspired force."
He looked at his advisors, his violet eyes burning with resolve. "Find me intelligence on their next move. I need to know where the next Ritual of Combat will take place, and what outfit I'll need to maximize the Flow."