Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine - Chapter 47

Chapter 47: Notorious Buildup
Emma gripped Scott’s arm a little tighter and her smile grew brighter as she spotted Nadia on the other side of the room.

… clak────KLAK!!

Her high heels tapped quickly against the marble floor, the sound echoing as she hurried forward, practically dragging Scott with her.

She moved with the kind of excitement you’d see in a puppy chasing after its favorite toy.

“Nadiaaaaa~!”

Emma’s sing-song voice broke the conversations of many around them, causing the princess to look their way.

Nadia stood calmly.

“Em…”

Her elegant posture broken just a little by the slight lift of one eyebrow as she watched Emma rush toward her like an overly excited kid.

The six massive bodyguards tensed up as their eyes shifted to Scott, but Nadia held up a hand to keep them in place. She wasn’t worried… more curious than anything else.

Just as Emma and Scott neared, Scott’s expression shifted from calm to oh no. His head tilted slightly as if listening to something the others couldn’t hear.

“Emma, wait—” he hissed, but it was too late.

[Initiating Big Event Livestream Now…]

The moment the words echoed in his mind, Scott could already feel his soul leaving his body. With an agility that was nothing like his composed appearance, he yanked his arm free from Emma’s grasp.

“Gotta go!”

And with that, he bolted like an irresponsible father after his son’s birth—not just away from Emma, but past Nadia, faster than anyone could react.

A blur of expensive tailoring and polished shoes zipped by, leaving behind a baffled princess and a dumbfounded Emma.

Nadia blinked, processing what had just happened.

“…well, that was attractive.”

“Ugh! Why did he run off this time?”

Emma’s shoulders sagged as she slapped her hands against her hips.

Nadia gave her a knowing look, then crossed her arms as her jade-colored dress shimmered in the chandelier’s light.

“I wish I knew. I was actually looking forward to meeting the guy who somehow managed to steal my bestie’s heart.”

Emma sighed and turned slightly.

She was ready to follow Scott.

“Maybe I should check on him…”

Nadia reached out and stopped her with a gentle grip on her wrist.

“Maybe after the photoshoot? Don’t forget, we’re still getting this featured in the magazine. If you’re going to drag me here, you might as well make it worth your while, right? Promote Hermia while you’re at it.”

She smirked shortly after.

Emma groaned but relented.

“You’ve got a point. Fine, we’ll go.”

As they started walking, Nadia laced her fingers with Emma’s to stop her just briefly. Her voice softened, though her usual confidence remained.

“By the way… I heard what you told those reporters earlier. I really appreciate it.”

Emma waved her off and tugged her along toward the photoshoot room.

“Pssh, don’t act like that’s anything new.”

Behind them, Nadia’s bodyguards fell into formation as their eyes and ears remained on high alert.

—

Meanwhile, Scott’s nightmare had only just started.

The cloaked camera drones followed him through the ornate hallways, streaming everything in crisp HD to an audience of thousands. The comments poured in fast and furious.

[Huh? Is this a surprise stream? What’s going on?]

[I thought he was dead…]

[Ain’t you supposed to be dead, brother?]

[Wait, why are we watching some random rich dude?]

[Yo, the guy’s kinda handsome tho, no Deedee. Look at that blazer. Damn.]

[Hollup, let me check if this is the right stream…]

└ [It is cuh, but what are we watching?]

└ [Suburbs Nightwatch or something…]

└ [Nah fr tho, what they do to my GOAT 😭🙏]

[Guys? I don’t think this is Nightwatch ( º﹃º )]

└ [Yeah, no shit, Sherlock]

└ [“He’s right behind me, isn’t he?” ahh comment]

Scott squeezed through the crowd as he muttered angrily under his breath.

“System, stop this! Terminate the livestream!”

No response.

[Is this Nightwatch? Did he switch content to a house tour or what?]

└ [The Kardashians done got bro 😭]

└ [I swear I had to check the account of this streamer and I’m 100% sure this shit is Nightwatch’s stream…]

└ [This shit is definitely an ad (ㆆ ᴗ ㆆ)]

[Bro’s dressed like he’s gonna pull an insurance scam 💀]

[Not him flexing on us poor people in 4K.]

└ [He just called me poor in 50 different languages…]

[Bro looks like he eats gold flakes for breakfast.]

Scott felt his jaw tighten as the comments rolled in faster.

He adjusted his turtleneck nervously, trying to keep his cool while the invisible drones zoomed in for better angles.

[WAIT. IS THIS NIGHTWATCH?! HOLY—]

└ [A face reveal is crazy 💀]

└ [Someone gotta tell Nightwatch being a vigilante doesn’t work if everyone knows your identity, sigh~]

└ [Welp, it was fun while it lasted… I’m gone.]

[No way. Is it really him?!]

[Didn’t expect Nightwatch to have a beard… and that black suit he has on is really nice.]

[Nah, can’t be. Nightwatch wouldn’t do this.]

[Imagine Nightwatch’s been doing all this heroic stuff all so he can reveal his identity and get laid 💀]

└ [Anything for the huzz 😭🙏]

└ [Sasuke Baizen level manipulation fr XD]

└ [Even the vigilante gotta hang up the mask so he can pull down some pants ╮(╯_╰)╭]

The chat exploded into a heated debate.

[I’m telling y’all, that’s him. Look at the way he moves. That’s a hero walk.]

[Bro just looks rich. Chill.]

└ [I told y’all he didn’t give that money to charity!]

└ [Look at the brands he’s wearing… I swear I’ve never heard of them a day in my life. I don’t think our donations from that stream could afford all this (— —||| oh well.]

└ [Yeah, you’re kinda right.]

[Can you guys fuckin’ show some concern? This guy is probably here to let us know that Nightwatch is dead and his streams are over… no saving Mist (´･_･`)]

└ [Fr, people can be so inconsiderate!]

└ [Nightwatch won’t let you hit bro 😭🙏]

[Rich AND handsome. Lemme shoot my shot.]

[Where’s Mist bro (°o°;) TELL ME!!!]

—

Scott groaned and ran a hand through his hair.

“I’m going to kill this stupid System…”

The drones shifted their focus and panned across the grand ballroom. Viewers caught glimpses of glittering chandeliers, designer outfits, and the kind of luxury most could only dream of.

[This is insane. Where even IS this place?]

└ [People have always had a problem with tracking down Nightwatch’s stream.]

└ [Yeah, it’s like there’s this divine force hiding every single clue we could use to find out his location…]

└ [Actually, it could be easier this time!]

└ [Yeah, I’m seeing some recognizable faces!]

[Spot the baddies in the background, y’all.]

[Salutations, huzz.]

[I see two European ones I’d risk it all for 👀]

[Do y’all see those gothies? Gahdayum! 🔥]

└ [Gothies?]

└ [It means Goth baddies…]

└ [I thought all goth girls were baddies?]

└ [You sir, are a smart man (・ε・`*) …]

[Forget Europeans. Did y’all see that Arabian princess???]

└ [She looks very familiar. If I could find her Instaflick account I think we can actually track down Nightwatch!]

└ [Do we wanna do that though? It takes away the fun of not knowing who he is!]

└ [Does it really matter now tho? I mean, there’s a total stranger standing in place of the stream… Nightwatch’s account probably got hacked, that or he’s dead.]

[I just saw ISAAC VOLKNER!]

└ [LMAO, dream on.]

└ [Like fr tho, what would the CEO of Volkner Dynamics be doing in a vigilante’s stream (´-ι_-｀)]

└ [Imagine if they were having hot gay sex!]

└ [There’s nothing hot about that BUT if they were oiled up, I think I could make an exception.]

Scott pinched the bridge of his nose as he reached a quiet corner, hoping to escape the drones.

But they followed relentlessly.

The chat continued to spiral.

[IT IS NIGHTWATCH. I SWEAR. ZOOM IN ON HIS FACE.]

[I WANNA SEE HIS FRIGGIN’ FACE!]

[If it’s him, why is he so awkward?]

[Cause it’s filler episode energy, duh.]

└ [Like fr, shouldn’t he be saving Mist? I was promised peak not this garbage silent stream. I’m out!]

└ [*Proceeds to stay* 💀]

[“Bro, watch Nightwatch’s stream, it’s so peak” The peak in question 💀]

Scott slammed his back against a marble pillar and glared at the empty space around him where he knew the drones hovered.

“Enough already!”

[Woah, woah, calm down, Jamal. Don’t pull out a nine]

[He mad. LMAO. Nightwatch got caught slipping.]

[The huzz will not like this…]

└ [The huzz wishes they were that marble pillar.]

└ [Tbh tho, he smacked it so hard ❤️]

└ [We know it’s you, Bella Trevors.]

[Damn, Nightwatch ruined his stream for a few more weeks of fame? Stupid. Should’ve just done his next stream as an epic return after everyone thought he was dead… yunno, then take down Dark Elf and Trickshot, save Mist and get that sweet 18+ streaming content (ㆆ ᴗ ㆆ)]

[No one’s even donating…]

└ [I think everyone’s still shocked.]

—

Scott clenched his fists as his frustration bubbled over.

“This is not happening…”

The System’s cold, unfeeling voice finally spoke.

[Viewership increased by 432% in the last 60 seconds. The appetizer stream will soon be ended to enable the host prepare for the main livestream of the night.]

Scott’s eyes widened. “So this is what? Practice──?!”

But before he could finish, the camera drones shifted their focus to the main ballroom, zooming in on Nadia and Emma as they entered for the photoshoot.

[YOOOOO IS THAT AN ARABIAN PRINCESS???]

└ [I sense a an air ball coming soon…]

[And the baddie next to her?? Who is she??]

[Yeahhh, she looks super hot, she’s thicc!]

└ [Indeed, I sense a disturbance in the force 🗿]

[Nightwatch always bringing the content. W for him.]

[W for him?! Where the fuck is Mist──?!]

[I don’t want this shit! I want Mist!]

[I swear I’m gonna go write the nastiest Threadit post about what an unfaithful bastard Nightwatch is! Rather than saving Mist he’s getting shots of OTHER women!]

└ [It’s not that deep bro…]

└ [We don’t know the full story, he could still be looking for her or something.]

└ [Like fr, this stream is so random I got so many questions that need answers!]

—

Scott banged his head lightly against the pillar.

“I’m gonna need a new identity after this…”

Soon, the drones shifted their focus to a young man in a black suit and bowtie. His blond hair was meticulously styled, his posture perfect, and his face… well, it could sour milk. He stared venomously at Scott without even trying to hide his disgust.

The viewers, of course, wasted no time.

[POV: You’re the most hated guy at a charity gala for no reason.]

[I can just tell he’s German, haha!]

[Who’s Mr. Eurobro with the death glare?]

└ [Bro looks like he drinks sparkling water through a golden straw.]

└ [He’s mad Nightwatch is way hotter than him, clearly.]

[Is that a German Bond villain audition? What’s with the bowtie?]

└ [“I vill haf my revenge, Herr Nightwatch!”]

└ [Bro really pulled up looking like the final boss of IKEA.]

[No one else noticing the uncanny resemblance to Voldemort with a nose?]

└ [He’s got that “I’m better than you” nose flare going on.]

└ [Nah, that’s the type of guy to complain about someone parking a millimeter into his spot.]

[This guy stares at people in the gym just to tell them their form is wrong.]

└ [“Actually, zat’s not proper shquat etiquette.”]

[Big talk from a guy who looks like he can’t do a push-up without breaking a nail.]

—

Scott’s eyes were burning as he did his best to pretend the death glare wasn’t happening.

“System… can you end it? Like, right now?”

[Positive. Stream has successfully elevated your popularity metrics. You should be pleased to know that this will likely be one of the most successful streams of the year. Prepare for an influx of recognition.]

Scott groaned audibly.

“Yeah, great. Fantastic. Can we stop it now?”

[Terminating livestream in 10 seconds…]

The drones continued to hover, panning briefly over the luxurious ballroom.

The viewers were now focused on getting answers.

[Wait, are we getting a rich vigilante tutorial or what?]

[@NutBuster5000 donated $3,000 – Please, can you tell us what happened to Mist???]

[@UterusEater donated $1,500 – Can you just show these guys the receipt of the charity donations we made so they stop calling you an extortionist, please?]

[Where’s Mist, bro? I don’t care about allat!]

[Are you the kind of hero to just ignore your teammate and go on with your life? Kinda disappointed ngl (´･_･`)]

[Don’t even know how to defend this guy anymore…]

[@XueHuaPiao donated $500 – So, what’s the next step with Dark Elf and Trickshot? Are you just going to take the L? I’m really pissed at how my co-workers have been bashing you after that last stream.]

[I just need a Nightwatch W… not this nonsense!]

—

Scott pinched the bridge of his nose as donations poured in faster than he could comprehend.

But with the donations came sensitive questions!

“System…”

[Livestream terminated.]

[Apologies for my disobedience, Master Scott.]

The drones flickered and powered down to finally leave him in peace.

Scott exhaled heavily.

“Finally.”

He straightened his blazer and walked briskly toward the nearest exit, ignoring the curious stares of the few attendees who’d noticed him darting away.

The young German man still stood there.

His name was Albrecht… Isaac Volkner’s cousin.

And a man deeply dedicated to hating Emma.

He adjusted his bowtie sharply as he watched Scott leave..

“I can’t believe that hooligan is the one that bitch chose to embarrass herself with. The disgrace…”

He turned on his heel and stalked away.

“I’ll handle this myself. Emma and that idiot won’t get away with dragging Isaac’s name through the mud. Isaac is worth millions of those fools combined.”

━ ━ ━ ━

Meanwhile…

Inside the comfort of his van parked far outside the venue, Grave leaned back in his chair and watched the clip on his tablet with a calm face. His sharp eyes studied the footage of Albrecht’s angry glare, but something was… off.

He tapped the screen to rewind and pause at the exact moment Albrecht seemed to lock eyes with Scott.

But the problem was… there was nobody there.

More precisely, no Scott.

Not on the feed, at least.

“What is this?”

Grave muttered, adjusting his sleek helmet.

He tweaked the drone’s frequency controls and replayed the scene from multiple angles.

Still nothing.

“Interesting…”

Before he could investigate further, a high-pitched scream echoed from the back of the van. Grave sighed deeply and pulled out his handgun without looking.

… BANG!

The scream turned into a pathetic wail as The Peak, tied up and gagged, writhed in pain.

“My LEG! MY LEG!!”

The Peak’s body flapped around in undescribable pains, as if he were a fish out of water.

Grave didn’t even flinch.

“Shut up…”

He focused back on his tablet.

Expectedly, his men ignored the commotion.

They also wanted The Peak to be quiet… the more the heard him whimper and struggle, the angrier they got.

Grave narrowed his eyes at the screen.

“Something’s not right here… could it be Nightwatch is finally present? Then perhaps this show can start off earlier than expected.”

He placed a finger on his earpiece.

“Trickshot…”

—

In the privacy of a small room, Scott sat on the edge of the bed and gripped his heaving chest as the comments about Gwen replayed in his mind.

“They’re right…”

He stared at the floor as his breathing worsened.

It felt like there were two hands squeezing his lungs.

“What kind of hero am I if I’m sitting here while she’s still a fuckin’ hostage?”

Cold sweat rolled down the back of his neck.

[Negative. Deviating from the current plan will result in catastrophic consequences, including your death, Gwen’s death, and the deaths of countless others.]

Scott clenched his fists. “Am I really that important?”

[According to my calculations, yes. Your role tonight is critical. Any deviation will jeopardize everything.]

“But, Gwen…”

[The host has the chance to truly raise his status as a hero and attract the attention of an S-tier hero… Rope Girl. All I request is that you stick to the pre-planned strategy which is cornering Elena and sending an automated stealth vehicle after Gwen.]

[My calculations predict a great disaster will befall the Blue Garden Hotel, but I am unable to get full information on what it is. Regardless, the host must go LIVE and ensure he succeeds in order to protect his reputation.]

Scott exhaled slowly and let the tension bleed out of his shoulders. He stood and removed his blazer, then rolled up the sleeves of his turtleneck.

“Fine…”

The Arcforge Omni-Fabricator appeared suddenly.

He placed it on the bed and pushed the red button.

Its sleek design unfolded into a mini-factory of holographic blueprints and tools.

Taking a deep breath, he began crafting.

━ ━ ━ ━

In the ballroom…

Elena quietly ate grapes from a small ceramic plate, her eyes constantly darting around the room. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched, though she had no idea where the danger might be coming from. Her senses were on high alert, but everything seemed normal—or at least, that’s what it looked like.

『I just fucking know those bastard assassins hired by Black Mechanica are after me… if it’s not them, then it’s likely that Nightwatch bastard everyone keeps talking about online. I need to stay on high alert or I’ll lose my life.』

She set the remaining grapes down on the table and bent down, pretending to adjust her dress.

It was just an excuse to scan the area without drawing too much attention to herself. She glanced around as subtly as she could, but there was no one suspicious in sight.

Still, the uneasy feeling lingered.

『Alright, here’s the plan: I’ll cut the power to the building during the unveiling of the technorganic specimen. Once everything goes dark, I’ll steal the specimen, deliver it to TitanTech Industries as they asked, collect my payment, and finally use the money to buy my dream island in South America!』

Straightening up, Elena picked up her plate again and popped the last two grapes into her mouth.

『Hrmm, it’s finished…』

Just as she was about to feel disappointed at her empty plate, Trickshot appeared in front of her, dressed impeccably as a waiter.

“Greetings, pretty lady…”

“Oh, hi~” Elena flashed him a seductive smile.

“It seems your grapes are finished?”

“Indeed, they are. What do you plan to do about that?”

“My job of course, haha…”

He smiled charmingly and held out a fresh bowl of grapes.

Elena couldn’t help but smile back as she took another vine from the bowl and left.

Trickshot watched her leave and smiled maliciously.

“I can’t wait to get things into high gear. When we’re done, every superhero in and out of costume will be put in a fackin casket, heh.”

He pat his suspiciously large trolley.