Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine - Chapter 52

Chapter 52: Floor Raid
Scott exhaled sharply.

“System, purchase gas mask. Now.”

The System responded immediately.

[Gas mask purchased. 5,000 credits deducted from your balance. Remaining balance: 25,000 credits.]

Before the viewers could even react, a sleek, black gas mask materialized in his hand, as though summoned from thin air. Without hesitation, he strapped it onto his face and adjusted the fit. The mask sealed with a faint hiss and filtered the toxic air almost instantly.

With that, Scott stepped out of the room.

The swirling red gas cloaked his figure as the livestream chat lit up with reactions.

[Wait, where did he pull a gas mask from?]

[Bro said “System” like it’s a damn RPG. 😂]

[We literally just saw a guy curve bullets and gas that turns off superpowers. This is average now.]

[Yo, why didn’t he give that mask to best girl?]

[Yeah, so Trickshot could blow her head off in two seconds? Big brain move. 🙄]

[I don’t think Trickshot was in the room then, but still, there was a lot to account for other than that.]

—

The comments blurred as Scott crouched low to scan the hallway for movement.

Meanwhile…

Grave’s men were making their way up the building with ruthless precision.

One of them darted forward and targeted a lone, choking security guard.

… Thwack!

A swift punch to the gut made the man double over in pain, only for a jaw-cracking uppercut to finish him off.

Another guard charged at them, trying to intercept, but the second assailant feinted a spear tackle. At the last moment, he bent low, allowing his ally to leapfrog over him and deliver a devastating dropkick to the guard’s chest.

[Bro, these security guards need a new career. 💀]

[Who hired these clowns? I could’ve done better.]

[Okay, but Grave’s men are kinda badass, not gonna lie.]

[Defending a building full of toxic gas with no gear? They’re trying their best. 🙃]

[Trying and failing. Security company taking a fat L tonight.]

[I can’t really blame them, the fighting style of these guys is similar to many special forces. There’s Military CQC techniques for efficient takedowns, Filipino Martial Arts for weapon versatility, Urban warfare principles for shock tactics, and even MMA-like adaptability for diverse physical confrontations.]

└ [Holy yap. 💀]

—

The guards would’ve stood a better chance if not for the red gas saturating the air, burning their lungs and irritating their skin. Grave’s men, however, had the advantage of both gas masks and special pills that made their skin resistant to the rash-inducing effects of the toxin.

Scott remained hidden in the red gas, watching as Grave’s men moved through the corridors, systematically searching each room. He scratched at his arm as the gas’s effects still tormented his skin despite the mask.

He considered purchasing a safety suit through the System, but quickly dismissed the idea. The gas had already seeped into his body, and a bulky suit would only hinder his movements.

Peeking into a nearby lab, he spotted two of Grave’s men rummaging through equipment, scattering papers and smashing delicate machinery.

Scott straightened his blazer and strode confidently into the lab like he was a runway model.

The first man didn’t even hear him approach.

Scott delivered a precise kick to the back of the man’s knee and sent him sprawling to the ground.

The second man reacted instantly and swung two rapid punches at Scott’s head.

Scott deflected both with ease.

He countered with a brutal punch to the man’s throat, followed by a knee to his sternum. As the man staggered, Scott finished him with a spinning roundhouse kick that sent him crashing into a desk.

The chat went wild.

[NIGHTWATCH FOR HERO OF THE YEAR. LET’S GO!!]

[Security guards out. Nightwatch in. Dude’s carrying.]

[This stream keeps getting better. How does he make this look so easy?!]

[Bro didn’t have to do allat tho. 💀]

└ [Reminds me of when Batman gives a level 1 crook CTE then shouts “Now Talk!” Like, bro what? 💀]

Two more of Grave’s men rushed into the room, alerted by the commotion.

Scott didn’t hesitate.

He grabbed a small scalpel blade from a nearby counter and hurled it with deadly precision. The blade sank into the first man’s throat, and he collapsed, clutching at the wound as blood spilled across the floor.

Scott lunged at the second man and jumped to deliver a powerful knee to the jaw.

… DUM!

The impact sent the man reeling as his gas mask cracked from the force.

Scott grabbed the man by the head, pulled him down, and drove his knee into his face again.

… kpow────KRAAAAK!!

The mask shattered completely, and the man crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

[HE THREW A KNIFE INTO A DUDE’S THROAT. DAMMN, NIGHTWATCH IS A SAVAGE.]

[Bro’s fighting like he’s in an action movie. This is insane.]

[Did you see the knee?! That guy’s head is a pancake now. I feel so bad (ㆆ ᴗ ㆆ)…]

[Nightwatch solos the whole building. Give this man a raise or I’ll tell my daddy to!]

[Okay, but what’s his fighting style? Is that Krav Maga? MMA? Somebody analyze this!]

—

Scott adjusted his gas mask and scanned the room.

The red haze still hung thick in the air, but the lab was clear for now.

He checked his wristwatch again.

[Warning: Gas levels remain critical. Estimated time to full exposure: 8 minutes.]

[Four hostiles neutralized. Current threat level: moderate.]

Scott exhaled to steady his breath. He could hear more of Grave’s men searching the floors above. The fight was far from over, but the viewers were already convinced.

[Nightwatch doesn’t need a sidekick. He IS the sidekick, the hero, and the damn villain. 😂]

[Forget hero of the year. Nightwatch for MVP of all time.]

[Can someone tell me where to donate? I really wanna! This stream deserves it.]

Scott cracked his knuckles and stepped over the unconscious bodies.

“Alright, there’s no time…”

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Emma wiped her brow, though it felt pointless as sweat continued to bead along her temples.

The heat inside the vents, combined with the distant screams and chaos echoing through the building, was suffocating.

Crawling through the narrow space, she paused at a junction where the duct split into two paths.

Left or right?

“C’mon, Emma. Think…”

Glancing to her left, the vent angled downward slightly and the metal grating barely held against its screws.

To the right, the duct veered upward, but faint voices and heavy footsteps echoed from that direction.

Her fingers hovered near the worn edge of the vent’s metal surface.

Left. It felt safer.

The last thing she needed was to run into Grave’s men in her current condition.

━ ━ ━ ━

Meanwhile, Scott…

“Wear these and help the others evacuate…”

Scott said as he tossed the gas masks to the trembling and crying hotel staff.

The three staff members nodded quickly and secured the masks over their faces.

“Thank you… we’ll get them out!”

One of them said as he and the others moved to carry the unconscious workers toward the nearest exit.

Scott watched them leave.

But, he didn’t have the luxury of relief.

From the other side of the hallway, three of Grave’s men stood waiting with escrima sticks that tapped ominously against their gloved palms and sharp daggers that glinted dangerously in their hands.

Scott straightened his blazer, tilted his head slightly, and offered them a casual two-finger salute.

“Gentlemen…”

[He’s about to eat these guys for breakfast, isn’t he?]

[Nightwatch just saluted like he’s got plot armor. 😂]

[If he survives this, his aura’s gonna hit god tier.]

[Lowkey hoping he gets clapped, not gonna lie.]

└ [Damn, the hate is crazy 💀…]

[These guys aren’t messing around, though. Look at those weapons.]

—

The men wasted no time and charged.

The first lunged with his dagger, but Scott sidestepped the attack effortlessly then weaved past the second man’s blade with equal precision. The third swung his escrima stick, aiming for Scott’s ribs, but Scott raised his arm to lock the attacker’s wrist mid-swing.

The man seized the opportunity to snatch Scott’s gas mask clean off his face.

And it worked…

Scott dove into a roll to evade the follow-up strikes while coughing violently as the red gas burned its way into his lungs. Blood dripped from his mouth as he staggered upright and gasped for fresh air.

[Where’s his gear?! Bro’s choking out here!]

[Should’ve kept the mask on, Nightwatch. Smh.]

└ [It’s not like it’s his fault, bruh (´-ι_-｀)…]

[Why is Xenon not helping? Did he just dip?]

[This is getting tense. Somebody donate, quick! 💀]

—

One of Grave’s men pressed a finger to his earpiece.

“We’ve found Nightwatch.”

Grave’s voice crackled through their comms.

“If he can’t survive, he’s not worth it. Finish him.”

The men nodded and attacked in unison.

The first two slashed at Scott with their daggers, while the third struck with brutal precision using his escrima sticks. Scott dodged and blocked with remarkable skill, using his legs and forearms to deflect strikes and weave through the relentless assault.

But the fight wasn’t in his favor…

Three-on-one, no gas mask, and the toxin eating away at his strength. His movements were sharp but slower than usual, and the strain was clear. Blood splattered across the hallway floor as he coughed between each dodge.

Back in the chat…

[Bro is dying out here. Someone save him! 😭]

[THIS IS TOO MUCH. He’s a beast for still standing.]

[Nightwatch gotta clutch this or it’s over.]

[The coughing is killing me. Why doesn’t he just buy another mask? Like, bruh 💀]

└ [Oh, like he can do that mid-fight! Don’t be dumb!]

[My dude’s fighting with pure plot armor. Respect.]

[Did y’all see that dodge? He’s still got it!]

—

Stopping again, she adjusted her position and peered through the nearest vent register.

Below, Scott was moving fast.

She gasped and whispered.

“Scott…”

From the vent, Emma’s heart sank.

She watched helplessly as Scott fought for his life below and blood dripped from his lips as he dodged a flurry of attacks.

“Scott…”

She whispered again, louder this time, hoping… seriously hoping he’d hear her.

And somehow, he did.

Scott’s gaze sharpened.

He exhaled hard and refocused.

When the first attacker lunged again, Scott caught his wrist mid-slash, twisted it upward, and climbed the man’s body like a gymnast. Using the attacker as leverage, he swung his legs into a devastating kick that slammed into the second man’s temple.

… THWACK!!

The force sent the second man sprawling, and Scott used the momentum to press down hard on the first attacker, forcing him to the ground.

… thud────KRAAAAK!!

Twisting the man’s arm at a brutal angle, he felt the bone snap with a sickening crack.

“Ahhhh!”

The man screamed and clutched his broken arm.

Scott snatched the man’s gas mask and dagger in one swift motion.

The chat went wild.

[HE’S BACK IN THE GAME!]

[NIGHTWATCH NEVER QUITS.]

[That move was straight out of a movie. 🔥]

[Did he just snap a dude’s arm like a twig? 😨]

[Respect to the donation money. I feel like it’s working. 😂]

—

Scott wiped the blood from his mouth.

His vision was still blurry from the gas’s effects.

His grip tightened around the stolen dagger as the System pinged in his mind.

[Skill Upgrade Detected: Katāri – Tier 1 Achieved.]

The notification barely registered as he dashed forward.

The men dodged his first slash with ease, sidestepping and countering with quick strikes.

But Scott didn’t stop—each miss seemed calculated.

His strikes became faster, his movements sharper.

The System pinged again, louder this time:

[Ding! Katāri – Tier 2 Achieved.]

The attackers faltered.

Scott’s blade seemed to follow their dodges, adjusting mid-swing as though it had a mind of its own.

“Damn it! He’s too fast!”

One of them barked as they narrowly avoided a strike aimed at his ribs.

Scott’s breathing steadied and his stance changed as the System alerted once more:

[Ding! Katāri – Tier 3 Achieved.]

His speed and precision hit a new level. The dagger tore into one man’s arm, leaving a deep gash. The next strike sliced through the fabric of another’s suit and drew blood.

[WHAT IS THIS STYLE?! 🔥🔥🔥]

[Bro unlocked Ultra Instinct mid-fight 💀]

[Katāri requires two daggers, but Nightwatch is cooking with just one. HOLY SHIET!]

[This is insane. Someone donate for his medical bills.]

[PUT ON THE GAS MASK ALREADY, NIGHTWATCH!]

—

Scott glanced at the discarded gas mask. He didn’t want to risk it—but the gas was gnawing at his lungs. In one swift motion, he grabbed the mask and started to put it on.

Big mistake.

One of the men seized the opportunity and lunged forward with a brutal kick to Scott’s chest. The impact sent him flying into the wall and his back slammed against the metal with a sickening thud.

Scott crumpled to the floor, gasping for air.

His vision dimmed as the System pinged faintly:

[ATAM-5 Suit: 98% Complete.]

—

From the vent above, Emma’s eyes widened in horror.

“Scott!”

The man advanced, dagger in hand, ready to deliver the final blow.

… THUNK!

The attacker staggered forward and clutched his head as a fire extinguisher clattered to the ground. Emma leapt down from the vent, picking up the extinguisher again.

The second man turned to her with anger in his eyes.

“You little—”

… THUD!

Emma hurled the extinguisher at him to knock him back.

“Scott! Wake up!”

Emma desperately screamed.

“Get up, dammit!”

[Vio_Zero: SHE’S BEST GIRL. I SAID WHAT I SAID.]

[Where’s Mist? Oh, that’s right, she’s useless.]

[DON’T DISRESPECT MIST LIKE THAT. She’s doing her best, alright?!]

[Best? Mist? Pick one, dude.]

—

Scott didn’t move.

He lay on the floor, lifeless, blood pooling beneath him.

Emma’s heart pounded as the second man got to his feet, dagger gleaming.

She turned and ran.

“SCOTT, PLEASE!”

Her voice echoed through the corridors.

“WAKE UP!”

The attacker followed, relentless in his pursuit.

Emma darted into a room filled with thick pillars and her breaths ragged as she hid behind one.

“Scott…”

She whispered as tears streamed down her face.

“Please… wake up…”

The man’s footsteps grew louder.

He moved slowly as his dagger dangerously scraped against the pillar’s edge.

Emma quickly covered her mouth to muffle a sudden cough, but it was too late.

The sound drew him closer.

“Scott, please…” she whimpered.

The man stepped around the pillar, dagger raised.

Out of nowhere, Scott appeared behind him like a ghost.

His arm coiled around the attacker’s neck, and with a sharp twist, he snapped it.

────KRAAAAK!!

The man collapsed to the ground.

Scott swayed, barely conscious, and dropped to his knees beside Emma. His breaths were shallow and his body was trembling with pain. Emma scrambled forward to yank the gas mask off the man’s face and force it onto Scott.

“Scott! Stay with me! Please!”

She cried as her voice thickened with emotion.

The mask hissed as fresh air filled Scott’s lungs, but Emma began to choke violently. Blood poured from her nose, ears, and mouth, staining her trembling hands.

[WHAT IS HAPPENING?!]

[BABE NOOOOO!]

[THIS IS NOT OKAY. FIX THIS NOW.]

[LMAO, the idiot sacrificed herself for vigilante D. 💀]

[How are y’all joking in this chat?! Mods, ban them!]

[“New girl’s best girl” but y’all want her dead? 🤡]

—

Emma’s vision blurred as she looked at Scott.

“You’re… okay…”

She whispered with her voice faint. Her body gave out, and she collapsed on top of him, unconscious.

The livestream chat froze for a moment, then exploded:

[NO WAY.]

[G.O.D_1999: This was too much. I’m shaking.]

[Vio_Zero: Nightwatch, get up. New girl needs you.]

[Someone donate for new girl. Do it NOW.]

[This better not be the end of her, or we riot.]

—

The camera drones lingered on the two bodies… one barely breathing and the other motionless.

The red gas remained heavy in the air still.

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Note: I shall post 4 more today!