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Chapter 117: Plans and Quarrels
Scott’s Room, Overwatch Headquarters
Scott leaned back on his bed, his legs crossed, as he casually sipped from a half-empty bottle of water. His eyes studied the glowing stats displayed by the System, reflecting off the blue interface hovering in midair before him.
[Viewers (Last Stream): 6,003,030]
[Donations: $630,000]
[Next Stream Estimated Viewers: 1,400,000]
[Credit Balance: 3,209,000]
Scott took another sip, then clicked his tongue softly.
“Hmm… pretty decent…”
He murmured, almost to himself, before glancing at the translucent screen again.
“Hey, System, how much cash do I have in my bank account right now?”
The System responded instantly.
[Bank Balance: $1,246,065]
Scott’s eyebrows shot up as a wide grin spread across his face.
Without hesitation, he thrust both hands into the air.
“Woohoo! That’s what I’m talking about, baby!”
The System interrupted his celebration.
Displaying current rewards inventory:
The list unfurled before him like a scroll of fortune:
[Rewards: Megastructure HQ, Assistant Robots x100, HQ Starter Pack Technology, North Pole Arctic Base, Assault Tanks x10, Dragoon Jets x5, Stealth Cycles x20, Helicarrier – The Varan x1…]
Scott tilted his head.
“Oh, right. I’ve already checked out the mobile HQ, so that’s no issue, but… what’s up with this North Pole base? Like, what’s even the point of it? I mean, it’s cool, but do I need it?”
The System answered promptly:
[The host determines the purpose of the base. It can be used as a prison, an extraction facility, or even a secure storage site for dangerous technology.]
Scott hummed thoughtfully, tapping the side of his water bottle as he processed this.
“Hmm… a storage warehouse, huh? That might work. I could use it to stash my tech projects, keep backups of my suits and vehicles… Yeah, that could save me a lot of hassle.”
[Would the host like to duplicate assets to stock this base?]
Scott nodded, then straightened up slightly.
“Let’s do it. Hmm, let’s say… 10 copies of each ATAM series suit, 50 assault tanks, 30 dragoon jets, 60 stealth cycles, and, uh… toss in 50 assistant robots to maintain the base. That should do it.”
The System responded with a brief pause before displaying the cost.
[Total cost for duplication: 800,000 credits.]
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Scott’s eyebrow quirked as he choked slightly on his water.
“Wait, 800,000 credits?! That’s insane! That’s gotta be the most I’ve spent on anything, ever. Why’s it so damn expensive? The ATAM series duplication was free, and those suits are just as advanced as all this other stuff, if not more.”
[Technology modified or upgraded by the host is considered host-produced and incurs no duplication cost. However, unmodified System assets are proprietary and require credits for duplication.]
Scott rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he nodded slowly.
“Oh… okay, yeah, that makes sense. I guess it’s fair.”
He leaned back again, letting out a long sigh.
“Now I gotta decide—do I pay up and save myself the hassle, or spend time upgrading all this crap first to save credits?”
He placed a hand dramatically on his chest, smirking.
“My fragile, recovering body can’t take the stress of overworking right now.”
Something clicked in his mind.
His eyes sparked up with a grin.
“Oh, duh! I’ll just get Gadget Girl to help. She’s a whiz at this stuff and probably bored out of her mind right now. Two birds, one stone!”
Scott stood up from his king-sized bed, stretching his arms lazily as he strolled around his expansive room with casual yet deliberate steps.
The polished white floors sparkled under the gentle glow of the numerous expensive light displays.
He took a few small sips from his bottle.
“But what should I even upgrade them to? I mean, I haven’t seen most of this gear yet, but I know it’s gotta be advanced as hell. Hmm…”
He paused mid-walking.
“Maybe I could program the assistant robots to double as combat units—like, turn them from sweet little cleaning bots to full-blown murder machines at the flick of a switch.”
He chuckled to himself.
“Or I could just make an entirely new batch of guard robots with some killer parts from the System Market. Choices, choices…”
The System dinged again.
[Would the host like suggestions for hardware and software blueprints suitable for modifying or crafting advanced robots?]
Scott’s lips curled into a grin as he chuckled.
“Uh-huh. Now you’re speaking my language. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
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Room G-3, Overwatch Headquarters
It was a spacious living room.
One that was supposed to be peaceful, but that wouldn’t be possible with the presence of two furious vixens.
The luxurious decor—soft rugs, velvet curtains, and gentle lighting—did nothing to soften the heavy hostility between the two women seated opposite each other.
Emma reclined on the sofa as her legs crossed elegantly as one manicured hand rested on her knee. Her yellow eyes sparked dangerously as she glared at Gwen. Her expression looked as if she could strangle a puppy—twice.
On the other hand, Gwen sat with her arms folded.
Her shoulders were confidently raised.
A small, cocky smirk tugged at her lips as her bright blue eyes bore into Emma’s. She didn’t flinch under the older woman’s venomous glare.
The only person who seemed entirely out of place was Nadia who stood awkwardly between the two combatants. Her hands fluttered nervously as if she could physically smooth over the tension in the room.
“Ahaha…”
Nadia laughed weakly.
“L-, Let’s all just… you know, calm down, yeah? No need for all this…”
She waved her hands in a placating gesture.
“I mean, you’re both on the same team, right? R-, Right?”
Emma didn’t even spare her a glance.
At that point, all she could stare at was Gwen.
She stared at the blonde-haired girl like she was a ticking time bomb.
“Calm down?”
She said with a haughty scoff, then arched a perfectly shaped brow.
“I think I’m the one who has every right to be mad here. If anyone’s causing a problem, it’s her—”
She jabbed a finger at Gwen.
“—this blonde-haired, dumb-headed, fat-assed bitch is the homewrecker, and she needs to leave.”
Gwen rolled her eyes dramatically, then leaned to the side of her sofa as she propped her chin on her hand.
“Oooo~”
She drawled mockingly.
There was obvious sarcasm in her tone.
“Look who knows how to use big words! That’s so impressive, Miss Mercury. Didn’t think an industry tool like you had it in her.”
The insult landed like a bomb.
Nadia winced, then clutched her head as though the sheer audacity of the comment caused her physical pain.
“Oooooo… this won’t end well…”
Emma’s expression darkened.
Her face twisted into a mask of pure fury as she shot up from the sofa.
Her finger pointed directly at Gwen.
“What the fuck did you just call me?!”
Gwen yawned lazily, stretching her arms above her head.
“You heard me. Industry tool. You know, you’re like one of those overused brand mascots. Cute for a while, but people are tired of seeing you plastered everywhere.”
The words sent Emma over the edge.
In a flash, she supersped toward Gwen and grabbed her hoodie collar in a vice grip. But before she could say anything, Gwen’s body dissolved into mist, then reappeared a few meters away.
She stretched her arms again.
… YAAAAWWWNNN~
She let out another exaggerated yawn.
“Uh-huh…”
Gwen said, smirking as she leaned against the wall.
“I guess I can see why you’re stuck at C-rank. You’re sloppy. You fucking suck.”
Emma’s fists clenched so tightly her knuckles looked like they would tear apart.
“Oh, really?”
Her voice was low, dangerously calm, as she turned to glare at Gwen.
“You know why I’m holding back? Because if I didn’t, I’d move so fast your head would fly off your shoulders, and I’d use your blood as paint.”
Gwen giggled as her smirk expanded.
“Oh-ho~! So scary!”
The mock in her voice was truly obnoxious.
“I thought you were supposed to be the mature one here? Or has dating Scott, who’s what—six years younger than you—dumbed you down to the average teenager?”
Emma tilted her head as a confident smirk formed on her lips as her hand rested on her hip.
“Uh-huh, as if the words of a desperate second-choice loser hold any weight.”
There was now nothing but condescension in her eyes.
Maybe there was no point in arguing with someone like Gwen──that was now well obvious.
“Let me make this crystal clear, Blondie: even if I wanted to share Scott—which I don’t—it wouldn’t be with you. You’re not even a third wheel or a fourth wheel. You’re the spare tire in the trunk—a shitty, deflated one at that.”
The words hit Gwen like a punch to the gut.
She stiffened as her confident smirk shook for the first time.
Emma leaned in as her voice dived into a low, insulting whisper that carried nothing but pride.
“You know what’s funny about spare tires? They only ever get used when the driver has no other choice. And let me tell you—Scott will never need you. He’s going to stay with me—till the very end. And you?”
She leaned closer and pressed her index finger between Gwen’s brows.
“You’ll stay outside that door, begging to be let in, while Scott and I make love every single night.”
“Enough──!”
The sharp cry struck the tension like a blade.
Nadia stood between them now, her face red and her hands outstretched as if to physically keep them apart.
“That’s enough! Both of you!”
She shouted as her voice trembled with frustration.
“This is ridiculous! You’re fighting like children! Scott isn’t some trophy you can win, okay?!”
Emma’s glare softened slightly as she stepped back and let out a huff.
Gwen swallowed hard and her trembling hands screwed into fists as she stared at the floor.
Nadia’s shoulders slumped as her voice went quiet.
“You’re supposed to be heroes… not… not this…”
The room fell silent.
Neither Emma nor Gwen said another word.
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