Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine - Chapter 166

Chapter 166: Comfortable Confusion
Earth Two, Metro City

Scott stood still as Maxwell looped the silk tie around his collar as his father’s fingers deftly secured the knot with the ease of a man who had done this a thousand times before. But Scott wasn’t focused on the tie — no, his attention was locked on something else entirely.

Maxwell was staring at him.

But not in the way Scott had grown used to — not with that cold, calculating scrutiny, nor with the weight of disapproval that had long since carved itself into the deepest parts of his soul. No. This was different.

There was something else in his eyes.

Something Scott had never been given the privilege to see.

Love.

Even if this was an alternate Earth, an alternate Maxwell McQueen, it was still the first time Scott had ever experienced this side of his father.

He had never even thought it existed.

Maxwell let out a small hum of approval as he tightened the knot, his grip firm, yet oddly careful — as if he was putting the finishing touch on something important. Then, without warning, he reached up, cupped the back of Scott’s head, and pulled him forward until their foreheads touched.

Scott stiffened, unprepared for the intensity behind his father’s eyes. Maxwell’s voice was smooth, quiet, yet brimming with so much power.

“Super Scott.”

He let the words roll off his tongue like he was testing them, weighing them.

“Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. A stroke of genius, really.”

Scott blinked, caught off guard.

“A persona like that…”

Maxwell continued, his grip tightening ever so slightly.

“… it’s the road to greatness. The perfect way to strong-arm organizations that might think of challenging us. A means to throw off the current balance of power. It’s strategic, it’s effective… but, boy…”

His lips curled into a sharp smirk.

“I can’t say you’re going about it the smart way.”

Scott swallowed.

Maxwell pulled back slightly, his hands still on either side of Scott’s head, fingers pressing into his scalp as if engraving his next words into his very being.

“All McQueen men have ego. It’s what has made us men who can conquer the world.”

He released Scott’s head but didn’t step away. Instead, he smoothed down the front of his son’s suit jacket before meeting his gaze once more, eyes burning with something far more dangerous than mere pride—expectation.

“But what truly makes men like us dangerous…”

Maxwell spoke with a lowered voice.

“… is the fact that we can control our ego. We don’t let it consume us. We use it. We wield it. As a means to grow into something that normal men cannot even dream of comprehending.”

Scott didn’t know what to say.

He didn’t know what to feel.

This was the first time Maxwell had ever wanted something from him. The first time his father had ever placed any kind of expectation on him.

And as strange as it was…

It was comforting.

His throat felt dry, but for some reason, he found himself nodding.

Maxwell leaned back slightly and took a step away to get a better look at his son. A pleased nod. Approval. Then, without warning, he reached out and patted Scott’s cheek—not hard, not dismissive, but with the same kind of finality a craftsman might use when stepping back from a masterpiece.

“I raised you to be the man that conquers tomorrow!”

Maxwell had great amusement in his eyes.

“So sleeping around as many times as you read a new topic inspired by a Greek philosopher?”

His smirk widened.

“Simply won’t cut it.”

Scott opened his mouth to protest, but Maxwell was already turning, already making his way toward the door. Just before he stepped out, he shot Scott one last look—this one carrying a serious edge.

“Don’t lose perspective, boy.”

And then he was gone.

The moment the door clicked shut, Scott exhaled sharply.

What the hell was this?

He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a quiet, disbelieving chuckle. “This is crazy…”

It made sense, he supposed.

The Many Worlds Theory was real, after all.

But even knowing that, he just couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that he was experiencing it in real-time.

“… Woah.”

For a second, there was an urge—a real, strong urge—to smile.

But Scott didn’t trust the universe enough to make his case any more confusing than it already was.

And then—Riiiiing!

Scott snapped his head toward the sound. His eyes landed on a phone sitting on the nearby desk.

He moved before he could think, striding over and snatching it up.

“Hello?”

The voice on the other end nearly made his heart stop.

“Come to our family house immediately, dumbass. I’ve been waiting for you for pretty friggin’ long, y’know…”

Scott’s entire body froze.

The phone slipped from his grasp and landed on the floor with a hollow thud.

His breath hitched.

His hands were shaking.

His throat felt tight.

『Scottie…』

A voice he hadn’t heard in years.

“Hello? Hello?! Scott, are you there──?!”

He barely registered the frantic voice on the other end. His body remained frozen in place as his mind struggled to process the sheer impossibility of what had just happened.

But then—

“I’m coming.”

His voice was low, not even a whisper.

Before another second could pass, he reached up, yanked the knotted tie from his collar, and—

VWOOOSH!

The blue technophage surged over his body in an instant, the sleek, high-tech material shifting and expanding until the Anti-Disaster Suit had fully enveloped him. His white cape flared behind him, crackling with electric-blue energy.

And then—BOOM!

A streak of light tore through the window as Scott launched into the sky, cutting through the air at near-unreal speeds. His HUD flickered to life, scanning the city beneath him.

Something about it felt… off.

“Everything feels the same, but at the same time, it actually kinda doesn’t…”

Scott muttered as his eyes narrowed.

“I can’t exactly tell why…”

His gaze lifted to the sky. Gloomy. Drained.

“For a world where I’m apparently living my best life, it kinda sucks that it feels so sad and lifeless.”

His lips twisted into a half-smirk.

“Metro City. The Place of Heroes… but it kinda feels like Meteor City instead. Unless—”

His eyes darkened.

“Maybe those two switched roles?”

That… would make sense.

He pushed forward, faster, faster, until he arrived at his family house.

The suit retracted in an instant.

The blue technophage dissolved into him like liquid metal washing away.

Scott stretched his arms out, exhaling deeply.

“So, in this world…”

His fingers curled slightly.

“Mom’s probably normal too, huh? Which means…”

His gaze softened.

“I could actually live a normal life here.”

The System’s voice rang in his head.

[While the host is free to do as he pleases, it would be unwise to assume the identity of this world’s Scott. As Scott Prime, such interference could cause unforeseen consequences to the fabric of the multiverse.]

Scott sighed. “Well… there’s that.”

A small smirk crept onto his lips.

“Later, I’ll go see Emma and Gwen too, kek.”

He chuckled.

“Since I’m some kind of supergod here, they’re probably ten times more in love with me.”

And with that, Scott stepped forward.

And entered the house.

He pushed open the door with the cool confidence of a man who’d seen everything—only to immediately question that assumption. The moment he stepped inside, his voice came out smooth yet uncertain.

“Scottie? Mom?”

His sharp eyes scanned the living room, the familiar furniture, the placement of the family photos—everything was exactly the same as the home he grew up in. The only difference? It wasn’t broken down and covered in dust. The walls weren’t cracked, the wooden floors weren’t scratched up from old fights, and the air didn’t carry the pains of old wounds.

That… unsettled him.

Scott let out a slow breath, rubbing his arm as he took in the unsettling neatness.

『It’s a little nice… and uncomfortable to see the house so well maintained… but…』

The thoughts barely had time to settle before an old ghost wrapped its hands around his throat.

He felt it—no, remembered it.

The sharp, searing grip around his neck, nails digging into his skin, the sheer rage in his mother’s eyes as she choked him like he was some mistake she wished never existed.

“GASP—!”

His eyes went wide and air rushed back into his lungs as he staggered. His pulse hammered in his ears. His breaths came too fast, too sharp. He had to force himself to focus, to push down the phantom pain.

When his vision cleared, he wasn’t even in the hallway anymore. His feet had moved on their own—he was already upstairs.

“Scottie? You there?!”

“Oh good, you’re here~ ❤️”

Scott’s body tensed at the sound of that soft, feminine voice that almost sounded… erotic.

His head snapped in the direction of the voice, and when he saw her, he felt the first genuine bit of relief since arriving in this confusing version of his life.

“Scottie!”

A smile broke across his face, pure instinct.

It had been years since he last saw her—since he last heard her voice. But before he could say anything else, she was already walking toward him, hands in her pockets, a slow, knowing smirk on her lips.

“Took you long enough. You always love making me wait, don’t you?”

Scott blinked. Huh?

Before he could piece it together—

She kissed him.

No—she devoured him.

Scott’s entire body went rigid as Scottie’s lips crashed onto his own as her wet tongue slid into his mouth with a heat that sent every single nerve in his body screaming.

It wasn’t just a kiss. It was deep. It was raw. It was—

“──?!”

Scott jerked back, shoving her away like he’d just been electrocuted. His breath came short, his face frozen in absolute horror.

“Wh—, What the hell are you doing──?!”

Scottie just smiled, slow and seductive, licking her lips like she relished the taste.

“Come on~”

She purred with her honey-sweet voice.

“You don’t have to act like such a virgin. You always said you love the taste of my tongue, remember? And Maxwell isn’t here, so… we can have fun.”

Scott felt his stomach drop straight to the floor.

“Ma-, Maxwell? You mean Maxwell… right?”

Scottie’s expression didn’t change, but something flickered in her eyes—something off.

She laughed.

“Oh please. I’m just the adopted bastard Maxwell picked up and treated like shit.”

Scott’s blood ran ice cold.

Scottie peeled off her jacket with ease, tossing it aside as she smirked up at him.

“Come on, I’ve been waiting all day to get a piece of you~”

“This… this isn’t right at all—!”

Scott took a step back, but Scottie was already closing the distance, sliding her hands up his shirt with an eager moan.

“God, you smell so good… ❤️” she whispered.

Nope. Nope nope nope—

Scott grabbed her wrists, pulling her hands away as his voice came out sharper, more desperate.

“SCOTTIE—! I’m not doing this!”

Scottie stopped.

She blinked, then took a step back, brows furrowing.

“…Huh?”

Her voice lost its teasing edge.

There was genuine confusion on her beautiful face.

“What do you mean? We’ve been sleeping together for so long, so what’s wrong now?”

Scott exhaled hard, rubbing his face.

“I’m not who you think I am.”

The room went silent.

Then, before Scott could even register what was happening—

Scottie’s hands shot up to his neck.

Her fingers desperately searched his skin as her crazy eyes widened in panic.

“Your birthmark…”

She tightened her grip on his neck.

“Where is it—?! Where’s your Dravek mark?!”

Scott froze.

“Uh… what birthmark?”

Scottie staggered back.

“Where is it?!”

Now, she was shouting like a mad woman.

“The mark that bastard Maxwell always used to call the Dravek Crest—where is it?!”

Scott didn’t have an answer for her.

But his System did.

[Host, in this world, you’re not simply Scott McQueen. You are Mael — the Dravek born with the spirit of Kamik in his genes. This version of you is a conqueror, a ruler, and one of his inheritances is the Multiversal Transporter—a piece of Dravek technology that allows one to travel between alternate Earths.]

Scott’s entire brain crashed.

“You’re fucking kidding me.”

Scottie wasn’t listening anymore.

She was furious. She grabbed her bag, stuffing her things inside with sharp, angry movements.

“That bastard…”

She spat.

“He must’ve used the damn Multiporter.”

Scott was still reeling.

“Oh… that…”

Scottie stormed past him, slinging her worn-out bag over her shoulder.

“I can’t believe I ever trusted that bastard!”

She hissed, shaking her head.

“I really thought it would work this time—but nope, because of how ‘special’ he always thinks he is, I’m left feeling like an idiot. Fucker. FUCKER!!”

Scott caught her wrist.

“Scottie—wait. Can we talk for a second?”

Her shoulders tensed.

“What’s really going on?” His voice softened. “Please.”

Scottie let out a long, slow exhale.

She turned to face him, her expression unreadable.

“This world and yours are just… parallel realities. Same history, same universe, rewritten with a darker edge. In your world, maybe you’re some kind of hero. Maybe people even recognize you as Mael the Savior.”

She took a step closer.

“But in this world?”

Scottie’s voice dropped.

“Here… Mael—best feared as Super Scott—is no savior.”

Her eyes locked onto his.

“He’s a dictator. A conqueror. A god among men.”

Scott’s throat went dry.

“What?”

Scottie’s lips curled.

“And one thing I do know? Your kinder, gentler little world that idolizes heroes?”

She let out a dark chuckle.

“It’s about to get a very rude awakening.”

Scott felt the weight of the entire universe — his entire universe — drop onto his shoulders.

“… Eh?”