Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine - Chapter 177

Chapter 177: Code: Adamus I
Xenon spread his arms wide, and the back of his armor split open with a sharp, mechanical hiss. Six winglet-like structures extended outward, glowing with a neon-green energy as his jet thrusters ignited.

SKRRRTT──VROOOOOOM!!

A pulse of power surged through his boots, and in the blink of an eye, he rocketed forward—aiming straight for Mega Man.

BOOM!

His first punch slammed into Mega Man’s face with enough force to split the air itself.

But Mega Man didn’t even flinch.

“Hrmm… nice hit, boy…”

His head barely moved.

Xenon’s eyes widened for a split second, but he had no plans on stopping.

He threw another punch, then another, and another — each strike detonating like a warhead against Mega Man’s unyielding form. The air trembled with shockwaves. His reinforced gauntlets cracked with each blow. Sparks flew, energy exploded outward, but—

Nothing.

Mega Man stood there, unimpressed, as if he was being pelted with pebbles.

“FALL ALREADY!!”

Xenon roared and his voice shook the air as he unleashed a furious hurricane of punches. His speed became a blur as his fists moved so fast that it looked like dozens of arms were striking at once. The sheer force of his assault generated a howling storm that tore apart the city.

BOOM! BOOOOM!! BOOOOOOM!!!

Buildings buckled, windows shattered, cars were flung like toys across the tattered streets.

It was destruction on an unimaginable scale—

Yet Mega Man still didn’t budge.

With a sigh, Mega Man moved.

One punch. Just one.

CRACK!

Xenon’s helmet shattered like fragile glass to expose Isaac’s shocked face beneath.

His pupils shrank, his breath caught in his throat.

“No… you—”

“Yes, I did.” Mega Man smirked.

Then he struck again ── BOOM!

A single punch ripped open Xenon’s chest plate like it was made of tin foil. His glowing green core flickered, cracked down the middle.

A jagged line of failure.

Mega Man let out another sigh, shaking his head.

“Is this a joke? You think you can just show up, say some dramatic bullshit, and walk away like some kind of hero?”

His voice was everything that was mockery.

“How adorable.”

Before Xenon could react, Mega Man’s fingers clamped around his throat. He lifted him effortlessly, like he weighed nothing at all.

Xenon kicked, clawed at Mega Man’s grip, his gauntlets sparking as he tried to pry himself free.

But it was pointless. Mega Man’s grip was pure iron.

His strength was absolute.

Still impaled on steel rods, Scott watched in horror.

His tired eyes widened as his mind screamed in denial.

『No. No, this isn’t right. This fight shouldn’t be this easy. This Xenon might not be as strong as the one from my Earth, but he shouldn’t be this weak!』

His mind screamed in frustration.

『Where’s his nano-tech evolution? Where are his energy absorption systems? His plasma distribution circuits? His kinetic force conversion modules? The amount of power he’s displaying isn’t even on the same level as a B-tier hero! It just doesn’t make any sense—damn it!』

And then it hit him — this version of Isaac was different.

This version of himself was different.

A world where Scott had never met Gwen Mercer.

A world where Scott never went to their school.

A world where he had powers, so he never had to rely on technology or strategy to survive.

A world where Isaac Volkner never evolved.

A chain reaction of missed connections. A butterfly effect that left Xenon as nothing but a watered-down version of the hero he could’ve been.

But this was something only the universe and those who could see its secrets knew. It wasn’t something that the common man could ever perceive—not in a million years!

Scott’s breathing turned ragged.

His fists trembled in frustration as he lay impaled.

“XENON! GET OUT OF THERE!” he screamed.

But there was no time.

Mega Man’s hands moved in a blur—

CLAP!

His palms slammed against Xenon’s head like a vice.

SQUELCH!

Blood burst from Xenon’s eyes, nose, and ears as his skull caved inward slightly. A violent convulsion racked his body and his limbs twitched as his consciousness faded into white noise.

His suit’s systems failed instantly.

His body plummeted.

He hit the ground hard, his limbs splaying lifelessly.

Blood foamed from his mouth, his eyes blank and distant.

Mega Man loomed over him, arms crossed, gazing down with utter disdain.

“Tch. I should’ve ripped that spoiled brat’s heart out too and buried him with Fortress…”

He muttered, then threw his head back and let out a deep, cruel laugh.

Scott just stared.

His breath was heavy, his body frozen in place.

It wasn’t shock — it was something beyond that.

It was raw. It was dangerous.

His face didn’t move, didn’t twitch, didn’t change.

It was as if he had mentally disconnected from reality for a moment.

The only thing holding him together — holding back the unholy amount of rage burning inside him — was one thin, fragile thread.

A thread stretched to its absolute limit.

A thread made of pure, unrelenting sanity… and fear.

But… he had to cut that thread.

His jaw clenched.

Blood dripped from his lips.

His fingers folded into trembling fists.

Then—

CRACK!

The sickening sound of bones shifting and muscles tearing was all that could be heard as Scott moved.

Steel rods scraped against his flesh, carving through muscle, shattering against bone.

His body screamed in agony.

He didn’t care.

He kept pulling himself out.

More cracks. More wet, sickening noises. Blood poured from his open wounds like a broken faucet. His ribs shifted unnaturally as his damaged lungs sucked in ragged, painful breaths.

He didn’t care.

All that mattered was getting up.

His vision was red. His world was fire. His mind was a swirling void of hate.

『I hate myself… I hate this shit… I hate it all…』

His feet finally touched the ground.

His knees nearly buckled.

His entire body was trembling violently. But he stood.

Mega Man turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow.

Scott glared at him with bloodshot, unhinged eyes. His face was a mess of wounds and swelling, blood still leaking from every cut, but his expression was something beyond pain.

It was the look of a man who had nothing left to lose.

And then—

Scott screamed.

“YOU BASTARD!!!”

His roar was animalistic… nothing but pure wrath.

It wasn’t just a battle cry—it was a declaration.

A declaration that this wasn’t over.

That Mega Man was going to pay.

Scott’s roar shook the air like a primordial beast awakening from its slumber. His body—torn, broken, and impaled by countless steel rods—trembled violently before exploding from the building like a cannonball fired from the heavens.

The sheer force of his takeoff shattered every window in a ten-block radius, the entire structure detonating behind him in a cataclysmic blast. Shockwaves rippled through the city as a hurricane of dust and debris followed in his wake.

Like a comet of fury, he made a beeline straight for Mega Man.

The tyrant barely had time to react before Scott closed the distance as his speed warped the very air itself. Mega Man smirked, planting his feet midair as he threw his arms open in mock invitation.

“Come on! Give me your best shot! You’re a weakling, you can’t do anyth—!”

BOOM!

Mega Man didn’t see it. He didn’t sense it. He just felt it.

A fist buried itself deep into his skull, deeper than anything ever had before.

For the first time in his existence, he felt pain that wasn’t just a fleeting inconvenience. His body detonated backward, spiraling through the air like a lifeless doll. He blasted through one skyscraper.

Then another. And another.

Each impact left massive craters in concrete and steel until he finally slammed into a fourth building with such force that it collapsed in on itself, burying him under tons of rubble.

Silence.

Then, the rubble trembled.

With a guttural growl, Mega Man clawed his way out of the debris, staggering to his feet. His body screamed in protest as his head throbbed with a dull, foreign sensation. He reached up, touching his jaw—swollen. Aching. Bleeding.

His fingers trembled.

“No… This doesn’t make sense…”

He muttered. His voice was hoarse, shaken.

“Why… why does it hurt so much?”

He stared at his bloodstained hand as his mind trembled.

“I’m… I’m beyond damage. I can take anything. This… this is impossible.”

His expression darkened.

“Did I…?”

He swallowed hard, piecing together the truth.

“When I made that bastard durable enough to survive my attacks so the pain would last longer… did I somehow give him strength equal to mine?!”

No. That shouldn’t be possible.

His power was absolute — rooted in belief.

As long as he knew—believed—that he was the strongest, it would remain so.

He needed to fix this.

Fast.

His stance firmed as his golden aura surged.

“To be safe… I’ll just have to remove the durability lock I placed on him.”

His lips curled into a sneer.

“It’ll kill him instantly. A shame—I would’ve enjoyed breaking him slowly—but a McQueen must know when to drop their ego and con—”

BOOM!

Another punch—faster than light itself.

He didn’t see it. He didn’t sense it. He just felt his skull explode with agony as he was launched once more, this time into a parked SUV.

The vehicle crumpled like paper as his body embedded into the asphalt beneath.

Blood dripped from his forehead.

His ears rang. His bones screamed.

He gasped.

“I already…”

His breath hitched. His limbs trembled.

“I already removed the durability lock…”

Then why was Scott still standing?

Mega Man lifted his head—and froze.

Scott was walking toward him.

Slow. Methodical.

His expression was empty. Lifeless.

But it wasn’t the face of a mindless brute.

No. It was worse.

It was the face of inevitability.

But none of that was what truly terrified Mega Man.

It was the fact that Scott was healing.

The wounds—the bruises, the torn flesh, the broken bones—all of it was repairing.

Faster than thought. Faster than logic. Faster than him.

And then—

It happened.

A golden radiance erupted around Scott, intertwining with a deep blue mist, coiling around him like divine silk. Tiny, shimmering stars swirled within the light—like the birth of a new universe.

And then, the light broke.

When the glow faded, Scott stood reborn.

His physique had sharpened—leaner, stronger, sculpted with the grace of a god. His skin gleamed with an ethereal glow. His black hair had turned a pale silver, cascading slightly past his shoulders.

Scott McQueen was gone.

Mael had arrived.

Mega Man’s mind buckled.

『No. This energy. This is—this is—』

He clenched his skull as a flood of ancient understanding buried itself into his consciousness.

Code: Adamus!

The Origin.

The force that had always denied him. The unseen barrier that told him, no matter how strong he became, there were things beyond his grasp. Beyond his dominion.

The power of creation itself.

Scott stopped a few meters from him as his expression unreadable. The rage in his eyes had vanished.

What replaced it was satisfaction.

“Code: Adamus…” Scott murmured. “What is that?”

Mega Man laughed.

A sharp, cruel laugh that echoed into the burning sky.

“You have access to the DNA that holds together the entire multiverse… and you still don’t know what it is?”

He grinned, blood-streaked teeth bared.

“Pathetic. Absolutely pa—”

A hand gripped his jaw.

In the time it took Mega Man to blink, Scott was already in front of him—lifting him effortlessly off the ground.

Scott’s voice was quiet. Calm.

“You should be wise enough not to laugh at me.”

Mega Man gritted his teeth, rage flaring as he swung a punch—only for Scott to catch it.

And with the simplest twist, he shattered his wrist.

Pain surged up Mega Man’s arm, but he refused to cry out.

Scott’s voice was colder now.

“Now…”

He tightened his grip.

“Talk.”

Mega Man chuckled darkly as his wrist began to mend and his body pulsated with heat.

“Don’t be so arrogant.”

He clenched his fist, flames hotter than the core of a dying star surging to life. The very presence of his power alone scorched the planet.

Cities erupted into spontaneous combustion.

Buildings, people, entire landscapes were set ablaze.

And then—he struck.

His flaming fist slammed straight into Scott’s face.

A strike so powerful that it shifted Earth’s orbit.

Unfortunately for Mega Man… it didn’t move Scott.

Across the endless reaches of the multiverse, there was a Mael — the ultimate savior soldier born from the primordial genes of Kamik of House Solis — who was to be the Dravek on Earth that would protect it.

To maintain order.

To be the image of hope.

To be the strength that inspired hope, and the hope that inspired strength.

A god amongst men, yet an amongst gods.

Mael Solis was born.

He locked eyes with Mega Man, his grip tightening around his face, slowly crushing his skull. Mega Man felt the urge to scream—to give in to the pain—but he refused. He had already dismissed this guy as a weakling, and there was no way he was going to show weakness now.

Scott didn’t show any emotions to Mega Man’s struggle.

“Tell me… what is Code: Adamus…”

For the first time there was a similarity between Scott Prime and Super Scott.

Both beings of immense power who wouldn’t hesitate to—

“… or I’ll kill you…”