Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine - Chapter 178

Chapter 178: Code: Adamus II
The Birth of Mael

Scott’s grip on Mega Man’s jaw was ironclad as his fingers sunk into the villain’s flesh like a juicer. Mega Man dangled off the ground, his feet barely twitching as he realized that, for the first time, he wasn’t the one in control.

Yet, even now, he refused to speak.

His pride, his arrogance—his very nature—wouldn’t allow it.

Scott narrowed his eyes.

“If you’re going to keep your mouth shut…”

His free hand tightened into a fist, his knuckles cracking as sheer force vibrated through them.

“… Then I’ll make sure you stay silent forever.”

With a sharp breath, Scott pulled back his fist, ready to drive it straight through Mega Man’s skull. But—

DING!

The translucent interface of the System materialized right in front of his face, its text blinking rapidly.

[Information on “Code: Adamus” is loading…]

Scott froze, his fist still hovering mid-air, just inches from Mega Man’s face.

His heartbeat quickened.

“What…?” Scott muttered.

The System’s voice rang in his mind very calmly.

[Code: Adamus is an immensely powerful force embedded within the primordial DNA of the universe. It is the source of countless phenomena, from laws and concepts to cause and effect. It is the reason you have survived battles where death was certain. Even now…]

Scott’s eyes widened slightly, but his grip on Mega Man never loosened.

“Wait. You’re saying that… the reason I’ve survived all this time… is because of this Code: Adamus?”

The System’s response was immediate.

[Affirmative. To clarify, initiating playback of crucial moments where Code: Adamus prevented your death.]

Then, in his mind’s eye, the first clip began to play.

The first playback attempted to show something before his birth, but—

[⚠️ ERROR. File cannot be accessed.]

Scott furrowed his brows.

“Before I was born? What the hell does that mean…?”

The clip immediately skipped forward.

—The first stream.

The plasma cannon shot. He’d been blown out of a building, the impact should’ve crushed his ribs, shattered his spine, left him gasping for life. Any normal human would’ve died. In fact, even a superhuman wouldn’t have walked away so easily. And yet — Scott had slapped on some pain patches, taken a short rest, and gone right back to business. (1)

Scott’s brows furrowed.

“That… yeah, that was weird, but—”

The next clip played.

—The warehouse explosion.

The entire place had gone up in flames, an inferno so intense that even reinforced drones were turned to ash. No one survived. No one except him. He remembered walking home that night, bruised, bleeding, but alive.

And what was more, he was still able to have a discussion with Gwen even in that state! (2)

Scott’s heartbeat quickened.

“… Shit.”

Another clip rolled in.

—The Blue Garden Hotel.

The red toxic gas from the FGIC (Force-Gene Inhibitor Gas) device used by Grave. Stronger men, tougher men, had succumbed to it. Even superheroes who had their genes neutralized were also getting poisoned by it. Some suffered organ failure. Some never woke up again.

And Scott? He managed to fight his way through waves of enemies, chased down Grave, and didn’t even pop a single pill to fix himself afterward. (3)

Scott felt a chill creep up his spine.

More clips. More impossible survivals.

—The blue technophage.

A parasitic nightmare that turned humans into husks, sucking them dry until they became mindless monsters. The entire human race was vulnerable to it—except him. Red was a walking evidence of that horror. And yet, Scott? He had absorbed it, controlled it. It became a part of him. (4)

—Ezel.

Her people, one of the most advanced warrior races in the universe, could not find a single mate compatible enough to bond with her. Not a single one of her own kind.

Yet, somehow, Scott was a perfect match. (5)

Every moment, every impossible survival, every freak occurrence—it was all connected.

Scott’s fingers twitched slightly.

The final truth dropped.

[Code: Adamus is the concept of survival. Absolute adaptability. Transmogrification. Evolution!]

Scott felt his pulse hammering in his ears.

[Each time you were out in a life-or-death situation, you survived because Code: Adamus ensured it.]

The realization hit him like a freight train.

He hadn’t just been lucky. He hadn’t just been tough.

He was built different. Literally.

His body, his being—it wasn’t just human.

It was something more. And more… was Mael.

Scott stood frozen, his breath steady but his mind boiling.

Slowly, he turned his gaze back to Mega Man.

His grip tightened, but not out of frustration.

Out of sheer, unshakable understanding.

“… Well, damn.”

He finally muttered — and with just enough smugness.

“Guess I really am hard to kill.”

The truth had been in front of him all along.

He just never thought to question it.

But now? Now, he was ready to embrace it.

“You know, there’s this voice in my head that tells me what to do and the best way to do it—and no, I’m not crazy. It’s kind of like my own superpower.

“A few days ago, it said something that I thought was the first real compliment it ever gave me. But now I realize… it wasn’t a compliment at all.

“The System has always been telling me exactly what I am: ‘The host possesses an incredibly adaptive existence, capable of surviving and overcoming any situation, no matter how impossible it may seem.’ Amazing… right?” (6)

There was so much pride on his face — because he wasn’t just some ordinary person fighting in a world full of heroes. Sure, struggles were what made a hero, but there were just some things he couldn’t do without the right advantages.

“And now… I might just have it…”

･･･

Mega Man gritted his teeth as he felt Scott’s hand gripping his jaw—like he was nothing more than a side thought, a mere inconvenience.

The sheer audacity of it sent a surge of pure rage coursing through his veins. His fingers trembled for a second before clamping down onto Scott’s wrist as his grip tightened like a hydraulic press.

Then, with a burst of overwhelming force, he ripped Scott’s hand off him and threw him away.

Scott twisted in midair, but instead of plummeting, he remained effortlessly suspended. He stared down at himself, at his arms, at his muscular chest that looked like it was carved from divine marble — an athlete sculpted by the gods themselves.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

“So…”

His voice was calm, almost indifferent.

As though nothing in the world could bother him.

“I can even fly now.”

He slowly descended with his body as light as a feather.

His landing was graceful.

The moment the tip of his toe so much as brushed the ground, Mega Man’s eyes sharpened and his instincts flared.

Without hesitation, he shot forward like a rocket.

The sheer speed of his movement shattered Metro City.

The city itself—its streets, buildings, and sky—ripped apart as though reality itself couldn’t contain the force of his acceleration. In an instant, his shoulder slammed into Scott’s abs with enough force to send shockwaves across the continent.

But Scott barely flinched.

The impact should have torn him in half, yet he simply took it like it was lunch. And then, just like a bullet embedding itself into a solid block of wood, Scott was launched into the sky at hypervelocity.

The two of them grabbed each other by the throats, spiraling like a torpedo through the heavens, leaving a vortex of destruction in their wake.

Each time their fists met, the air itself cracked apart.

Thunder boomed as the very sky trembled beneath their ruthless barrage of punches.

Scott’s fist crushed Mega Man’s nose, sending blood gushing out in a violent spray. Mega Man retaliated with a savage hook to Scott’s ribs—only to feel his knuckles shatter upon impact.

Scott let out a dry chuckle as his eyes carried something between amusement and superiority.

“Haaah… interesting. You don’t seem to be as strong as you thought you were.”

Then, he raised his fist—higher than before.

And swung.

The punch connected with Mega Man’s face like the wrath of a vengeful god as the sheer force obliterated his grip on Scott’s neck.

For a fleeting second, consciousness nearly left him.

But just before darkness could claim him, Mega Man roared back to life as his body reacted purely on instinct. He grabbed Scott’s wrist with a death grip — then hurled him downward.

Scott plummeted.

The speed was unimaginable.

BOOOOOOOOM!!

The moment he hit Meteor City, the resulting impact sent a devastating shockwave tearing through the metropolis. Buildings crumbled like sandcastles, streets split open, and countless civilians were reduced to nothing more than pulverized remnants of flesh. Hundreds of cars were flung into the air, spinning wildly before exploding like fireworks.

When the dust settled, 60% of Meteor City had been reduced to an apocalyptic crater.

Scott lay in the heart of it all.

He was half-buried beneath the debris.

His ears rang, his vision blurred, and for the first time since his transmogrification… his body hurt.

Badly.

That was, without a doubt, the hardest hit he had taken since the fight started. His body was covered in blood — some his own, some belonging to the thousands who had just perished around him. His fingers twitched slightly as he tried to will himself to move.

『Damn…』

He almost wanted to just lie there.

Almost.

Then, he looked up.

Mega Man hovered above, arms crossed, a smug grin stretched across his face.

And just like that, Scott’s will reignited.

With a deep breath, he planted his knee into the rubble and pushed himself up, groaning slightly as he suppressed the pain.

“Wow…”

He exhaled, wiping a fresh trail of blood from his temple.

“Didn’t think I’d ever get hit that hard by my dad.”

His body was already healing.

The wounds sealed up in seconds, the pain evaporating as quickly as it had come.

Scott narrowed his eyes.

It wasn’t just that Mega Man was strong—no, there was something else. His body, much like Scott’s, was reacting, evolving. It was the same kind of reactive adaptation that Scott himself possessed. Every time Mega Man was placed in a dangerous situation, he became better. He grew.

But that was the difference.

Mega Man thought he was the best.

Scott knew he was.

Clenching his fists, he locked eyes with his opponent.

His voice was firm, almost eerily calm.

“Do you really have no respect for human life?”

His words cut through the ruined city like a blade.

“If we keep going, we’re going to destroy this entire planet. Everyone on it is going to die.”

He exhaled through his nose, shaking his head.

“I’m giving you one chance.”

His tone left no room for negotiation.

“Heal Fortress. Heal Isaac. And we end this. Right now.”

The message was clear.

This was the last time Scott was going to show any mercy.

But, of course…

Mega Man laughed.

His hands went to his waist, his head thrown back as he erupted into a fit of manic, almost theatrical laughter. The sound was deafening, blasting across the ruined cityscape to reach the ears of every last survivor still clinging to life.

And then, between gasps of laughter, Mega Man sneered.

“You…”

His voice oozed off disdain.

“You think you can set terms for me?”

His grin widened with deep arrogance.

“You actually believe you can threaten me? Me?!”

He raised his arms.

“This world belongs to me!”

He roared.

“A god doesn’t negotiate. A god doesn’t—”

BOOM.

Scott’s fist collided with Mega Man’s jaw.

The punch came faster than light, faster than the sharpest thought itself.

And before Mega Man even realized what had happened—

He was gone.

Launched into the void of space as his body spiraled out of control and blood spewed from his mouth as consciousness nearly abandoned him once more. The Earth shrank beneath him as the atmosphere ripped apart in his wake.

Not long after, Scott flew out of Earth until he was within range of Mega Man.

『Woah… I can even breathe in space…』

His current status would never not amaze him.

[Preparing strategy to effectively return the host to Earth One and normalize situations.]

[Ding! The host has been equipped with cross-dimensional vision and cross-dimensional speed.]

And it was then that Scott’s eyes glowed bright blue as white geometric lines formed across it.

“Woah…”

He could see the infinite lattice of… everything.

There was a path to Earth One!

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CHAPTER REFERENCES:

(1) ── chapter 7

(2) ── chapter 16

(3) ── chapter 50 to 54

(4) ── chapter 95

(5) ── chapter 160

(6) ── chapter 162