Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine - Chapter 64

Chapter 64: Infiltration, Uncanny Encounter
Brigid’s face lit up like a child on Christmas morning.

Her phone trembled in her hands as she practically screamed like a banshee.

“HE CALLED MY NAME!!!”

Brigid let out a sharp shriek, so sudden and loud that the driver flinched, causing the car to swerve slightly.

Still somehow composed and elegant, Adira turned her head sharply to see what was going on, just in time to catch sight of blood dripping from Brigid’s nose.

“Brigid!”

Adira’s furrowed.

“What in the world is wrong with you?”

Brigid quickly slapped a hand over her face, trying to stop the bleeding, but a quiet, almost dreamy moan slipped out before she could stop it. Her body shook as she gripped her phone like her life depended on it, clipping the exact moment Nightwatch had said her name.

“Lady Crowe…”

Brigid’s voice was muffled by her handkerchief.

“It’s just… when I hear him say my name, I—I can’t help it. My brain goes into overdrive, and… well…”

She sheepishly gestured to her bleeding nose and her face burned with embarrassment.

Adira leaned in disgust.

“Does… does this happen often?”

Brigid nodded slowly, still pressing the handkerchief to her face.

“Yeah, it’s—uh—a thing. Perverted thoughts, arousal… my blood vessels just can’t handle it.”

Adira’s lips thinned as she stared at Brigid, then shook her head with a sigh.

“That is… deeply disturbing. Anyway, what is this Nightwatch up to now?”

Brigid dabbed at her nose as she looked back at her phone.

“He’s… um…”

Her face paled.

“I don’t know. He usually doesn’t say exactly where he’s going during these streams. He likes to keep it vague so no one interferes.”

Adira hummed skeptically and shifted toward the corner of her seat. With a quick tap on her sleek, gold-plated phone, she messaged her chief of security.

[Lady Crowe: Be vigilant. We may have a break-in, but I’m not certain yet.]

The reply came almost instantly.

[Don’t worry, ma’am. My team is always active.]

[Chief Security: They better be, or you’ll all lose your jobs faster than you can say ‘please.’]

She set her phone down and glanced back at Brigid, who was still lost in her Nightwatch-induced haze.

“Honestly…” Adira muttered under her breath.

━ ━ ━ ━

Back at Crowe Enterprises…

Scott stood at the street corner, staring up at the gleaming skyscraper of Crowe Enterprises. The camera drones buzzed around him, making sure to catch every angle for his rapidly growing audience.

“System… purchase Tier 5 Disguise Kit.”

[Ding! Tier 5 Disguise Kit purchased. Credits balance: 1,305,000 credits]

A massive metal box materialized out of thin air and landed on the pavement with a satisfying thud.

The chat exploded:

[Valyrxa: Yo, where does this man keep pulling these crates from?? I’m getting concerned. 💀]

[Skalduggery: Another day, another OP gadget.]

[jesse_windham: I swear, Nightwatch’s gear budget could fund a small country.]

[Ovime_David: Nah, bro’s just flexing at this point.]

[Dragonova69: It’s his power! My man can summon Deus Ex Machina. 😭🙏]

—

Scott changed into a delivery uniform from the box.

He grabbed two oversized cartons, stuffed some spare clothes into a vacuum-seal bag, and activated its compression function. The bag slimmed down, looking impossibly light despite its size.

The viewers kept rolling:

[Wilson_1112: How does that even work?]

[Flhunter35: Bruh, I need that bag for vacations. 💀]

[joseph_barton_1446: Scientifically, it uses compressed air displacement XD]

└ [Liam_Hailes: “Akshually…” ☝️🤓 as if anyone asked yo nerdy ass (¬､¬)]

└ [Kyle_Perry_5218: Nobody cares, nerd. Let Nightwatch cook.]

Some donations popped up:

[Donation Alert: $500 from @AcesGoBoom – Yo, my man’s is out here defying physics!]

[Donation Alert: $1000 from @AllMight50 –HaHAH! Go beyond, my friend!]

└ [DiligentObserver: Wrong hero series bruv. 💀]

└ [asr163: Damn, didn’t know he was a fan.]

└ [Sleazy: Give me some of yo pubic hair, Papi. ✨]

—

Scott chuckled.

“Thanks for the donation, uh… All Might. Appreciate it.”

He crossed the street, casually approaching the building’s entrance.

Three burly security guards in tailored suits and fierce black shades blocked his path.

The first guard stepped forward, arms crossed.

“Who the hell are you?”

The second guard sneered.

“You can’t even greet us properly? Show some respect before you walk in here.”

Scott feigned a weak smile as his knees trembled as if the boxes were too heavy.

“Uh, s-, sir… please, I just have a delivery for Lady Adira Crowe. She said she wouldn’t be in today, so she told me to hand it directly to Amalie Andersen. Do you… uh… know who that is?”

The viewers went wild:

[hritikgarg: LMAO, not this man playing weak right after flipping a helicopter two weeks ago.]

[Brent_7955: Security guards stay being NPCs fr.]

[Wagzoo: Bro’s about to talk his way past them. Watch.]

[Kunanon_Yantakanok: This feels staged. Ain’t no way.]

[Beatz: They really gon act tough around a delivery guy? Where’s Grave’s men when you need ’em 😭🙏]

—

The guards exchanged glances.

“Do we let him in?” the first one asked.

The second scoffed. “Hell no. What if he’s lying?”

The first pointed at Scott, who was now visibly shaking under the weight of the boxes.

“Look at this guy. You think he’s breaking in here? Dude can’t even lift those boxes properly.”

The second guard chuckled. “Fair point.”

They waved him through.

The comments erupted:

[Fch19: Me when I use 1% of my brain. 💀]

[Vio_Zero: 💀💀💀 NPC guards strike again.]

[Figulicious: This is why front-door security is a joke.]

[Vedoril: Bro’s winning Oscars for this acting. Respect.]

[Ethan_Stockton: Imagine trusting a delivery guy with no ID check. 💀]

└ [Ryan_Day_6788: They’re probably new. Look at their haircuts and how they wear their comms, very wrongly (–_–) sigh…]

└ [warknow_nation: Or they not built for this fr ಠ_ಠ…]

Scott strolled inside, his smirk hidden behind the boxes.

[SnusDax: That smirk? Peak middle school ‘got away with farting in class’ energy.]

└ [Kingswordsmen: “Heh, they didn’t see that one coming” ahh smirk 😭🙏]

[Mozzy_da: Nah, bro really thought he cooked. 💀]

[Adam_Grzegorezyk: Smirking because you got past three inexperienced guards is crazy work. 💀]

└ [LoliBudhha: I can’t even defend bro atp 😭 🙏]

—

Scott squeezed his face a bit.

『Well… I kinda thought it was cool…』

He walked into the massive building filled with workers going back and forth about their respective duties.

…

Scott stepped out of the elevator on the 2nd floor as the heavy boxes still strategically shielded his face.

The floor bustled with workers whose chatter and hurried footsteps didn’t seem to end.

With each step, he maneuvered through the crowd, adopting the demeanor of an overworked delivery guy trying not to bump into anyone.

“Excuse me… sorry! Uh, lovely tie, sir!”

He squeezed past a chubby man juggling three steaming cups of coffee.

“Oh, wonderful morning to you!”

He tilted his head toward a woman who barely glanced up from her clipboard.

“Oops, sorry! Didn’t mean to!”

He said as his shoulder grazed another worker.

The camera drones flitted around him as it captured every awkward sidestep and polite murmur.

[dkisme: Nah, not him complimenting the tie. 💀]

[Andrew_Prescott: “Excuse me, lovely tie, don’t mind me breaking into your building” vibes.]

[K7RM4: Peak NPC delivery dialogue energy.]

[aserge: Bro’s not even trying to blend in fr. 😂]

[Solo_Gaming_4658: Can we talk about how NONE of them care? Work culture is crazy.]

—

Scott finally reached an elevator and stepped inside.

The boxes remained perfectly positioned in front of his face as he jabbed the button for the 48th floor.

The doors closed, and he let out a small breath of relief.

“Okay… so far, so good.”

He checked his wristwatch.

The holographic display showed his target location flashing on the 48th floor.

[shakee00: What’s the plan, boss?]

[John_Clamble: My man’s playing Hitman in real life rn.]

[Daoist132618: 48th floor? That’s deep. 😮‍💨]

└ [13t6v6: Pause. 💀]

[Evan_Franco: Plot twist – The company’s CEO is waiting for him with a shotgun. 💀💀]

But when the elevator dinged at the 30th floor and Scott stepped out.

[MaakasuEkano: HUH?]

[Pedro_Sousa: Wait, what’s he doing?]

[Carl_Primrose: Bro, wrong floor?]

[Knottify: This man can’t even press the right button. 💀]

└ [Big_Havok: Probably suffering from CTE after all those nights of fighting level 1 crooks (°,_｣°)]

[Matt_Sara: Bet he’s about to do something wild again. 🤔]

—

Scott ignored the commotion in the chat and walked briskly down the corridor until he found a janitor’s closet.

He slipped inside and the door closed with a soft click.

A few moments later, he emerged dressed as a cleaner, pushing a trolley of supplies. A scarf was tied around his lower face to obscure his identity further.

[slayernominee: WHAT IN THE RANDOM NPC TRANSFORMATION IS THIS.]

[Sir_Dragon: This man went from Amazon delivery driver to janitor real quick.]

[Gregor_Dickison: Bro’s playing too many RPGs. 💀]

[HE CHANGED AGAIN? Is this Hitman or what?]

[Big_Havok: Let him cook, y’all. 😤🔥]

[Johnathan_Mcstay: Can y’all shut up and let the man WORK?! 😩]

—

Scott pushed the trolley through the expansive hallways as his eyes darted around to gauge the reactions of nearby workers. None of them spared him a glance, too preoccupied with their own tasks or discussions. Some hurried past, clutching files; others tapped furiously on their phones.

[Makiltoh: Why’s he so paranoid? They’re not even looking at him. 💀]

[Daoist7LS2kD: My guy, they got WORK to do. You’re the least interesting thing here.]

[Bradyn_Lane: “Heh, they’ll never notice me” bro, they don’t care. 😂]

[Viidaros: Nightwatch, scared of a bunch of salarymen. 💀💀]

[Anon_Dag: This is why I love him. He’s doing all this for us. 🥲🙏]

└ [something_wicked: Yeah, zip his pants up when you’re done, lil bro…]

—

As Scott walked past a worker adjusting his tie and lab coat, the camera drones zoomed in as Scott swiped the man’s ID card in a single smooth motion.

The chat erupted:

[Tylarian: NO WAY HE JUST SWIPED THAT.]

[Figulicious: Bro just ruined that man’s career. 💀💀💀]

[Rexxar5000: Poor guy’s gonna cry when he gets fired. 😭]

└ [Sleazy: How tho?]

└ [Crownslayer49: If something goes missing in the company, they’re obviously gonna point at the guy whose ID went missing, duh…]

[Timeturner: Stealth Level – 100]

[G.O.D_1999: Nightwatch, HOW COULD YOU. That man has kids to feed! 😡]

[jclozanoc: Imagine explaining this to HR. “Yeah, I think the janitor stole my card…” 😂]

Scott glanced at the chat briefly and chuckled.

“Don’t worry, folks. He’ll get it back… eventually.”

The comments doubled down:

[Brandon_Soltysiak: Bro, don’t pretend you’re the good guy. You’re NOT. 💀]

[theunknown3455: “Eventually” = Never. RIP to that guy’s career.]

[Pankek: This man’s out here ruining lives for content.]

—

Moments later, Scott entered another quiet hallway.

He was now dressed in a sleek black high-neck sweater under a white lab coat and the stolen ID card dangled around his neck. He combed his hair back with his fingers to complete the polished look.

The chat marveled:

[DEVILZHEAD: Where did he even GET that sweater??]

[Daoist_Iveyflame: Heh, he’s looking like a budget Bond villain now.]

[Pankek: That ID card’s gonna get him places. 😂]

[Kaliosocekor: Vacuum-seal backpack W. How’s he always so prepared? 🤔]

Scott confidently strode toward the staircase and headed up to the 35th floor. The hallways were filled with more workers—typing on tablets, rushing between meetings—but he blended in effortlessly.

Then he saw them: four security guards stationed near a corner. Without hesitating, Scott pivoted smoothly and turned down another hallway as if he’d meant to go that way all along.

[Justin_Bailey_7636: Nah, that was too clean. Bro just hit a 180 like a pro.]

[thePRIEST: “Oh, no thanks, I’m good” vibes. 💀]

[RubenWrites_: Security guards stay ruining everything. 😭]

[Agam_Batth_4638: That turn was meme-worthy. Someone caption it.]

└ [Hayden_Newborn_7218: WHEN YOU SEE YOUR EX AT THE GROCERY STORE. 💀]

└ [Sunless_1379: Me when I’m with the boys and I see the 3/10 I was flirting with last night. 💀]

More donations rolled in:

[Donation Alert: $2,000 from @Dfektz – Love how smoothly this is going! Hope there’s action soon, though!]

[Donation Alert: $800 from @Master_Darkmind– NOT EVERYTHING NEEDS TO BE ACTION. Let him REST. 😡]

Scott just shook his head at their comments and continued walking with the 48th floor in mind.

━ ━ ━ ━

Metro City, MegaCorp Headquarters – CEO’s Office…

Jason Larkens leaned back in his luxurious leather chair and let out a loud, hearty laugh that covered the spacious, glass-walled office. He slapped the desk in front of him and the sharp sound rang out like the strike of a judge’s gavel.

“Of course, we’d love to have Pulsar on our team!”

His grin was as wide as it was conniving.

“I hear she’s about to be promoted to A-rank. Imagine the headlines! Let’s get her on board yesterday.”

Seated across from him, Vincent shot out his hand with that usual sly grin of his.

Jason clasped it firmly and the two men shook hands like co-conspirators.

After that, Vincent leaned back in his chair and crossed one leg over the other.

“And don’t forget our agreement, Jason… we bring Pulsar here, give her a few high-profile collabs with The Peak. It’ll be a win-win, their careers growing side by side.”

Jason nodded as his smile sharpened.

“Oh, absolutely. With how massive The Peak’s popularity is getting, pairing him with Pulsar guarantees she wins Rookie Hero of the Year at the SE Awards. Am I right?”

Vincent chuckled and tapped the side of his temple.

“That’s why you’re the genius, Jason.”

Jason leaned forward as his voice dropped slightly.

“About the Miss Mercury situation, though…”

He trailed off and drummed his fingers on the desk.

“I’ll need to give it some thought first.”

Vincent laughed and waved dismissively.

“HUH──?! What’s there to think about? It’s not exactly a tough decision.”

Seated beside Vincent, Pulsar looked from one man to the other as her brow pressed together.

“What’s going on?”

Jason turned to Vincent and acted surprised.

“You haven’t told her?”

Vincent sighed and sat up straighter.

“Guess now’s as good a time as any. You’re bound to find out once the changes roll out.”

Pulsar raised both eyebrows in confusion. “Changes?”

Vincent smirked as he adjusted his tie.

“Here’s the deal, Pulsar. You’re a rising star—a big image hero. It makes zero sense for a C-rank hero like Miss Mercury to still be MegaCorp’s top earner. So…”

He gestured broadly.

“I made it a condition of your partnership with MegaCorp that they bump your pay 30% higher than hers. Oh, and they’ll also be cutting her pay by 30% to even things out.”

Pulsar shot up from her chair, eyes blazing.

“That’s insane! I’m already going to make more than enough with brand deals and sponsorships. I don’t need to take money away from Miss Mercury—she’s MegaCorp’s number one hero!”

Jason burst out laughing and banged his desk again.

“Number one hero? Please. She’s better off being the number one slut in this company. What else is she good for besides flaunting her body in those tights we gave her?”

His face squeezed into disgust.

“Honestly, I’m only humoring this agreement because I’ll need to bump The Peak’s pay too.”

Vincent laughed the moment he heard this.

An idea quickly jumped into his mind.

“Why not drop her earnings another 20% and give that to The Peak? He’s an actual S-tier hero.”

He and Jason bumped fists as they laughed like hyenas.

Pulsar’s face twisted with disgust.

“Miss Mercury has worked her ass off for this company! She’s the reason MegaCorp is even on the map. How can you treat her like this?”

Vincent nodded mockingly.

“She works her ass off? That fat ass hasn’t worked a day in her life. Where was she when The Peak saved everyone at The Blue Garden Hotel?”

“Sh-, She was… SHE──!!”

Pulsar was at a loss for words.

Jason yawned theatrically and waved her off.

“It’s just business, Pulsar. Sure, Mercury’s great for drawing in crowds, but we need heroes like The Peak to really elevate our brand. Get us on the same level as the big players.”

Vincent nodded sagely.

“True words, my friend. True words.”

Pulsar clenched her fists.

“I’m not going to stand for this!”

She spun on her heel and stormed out of the office, leaving Jason and Vincent smirking behind her.

Vincent leaned back and crossed his arms.

“Meh. She’ll be back.”

━ ━ ━ ━

MegaCorp Lobby…

Miss Mercury walked into the building and her mood went cheerful after spending time signing autographs for a group of fans outside. She casually scrolled through her phone and a gentle smile appeared as she looked at photos of her and Scott back in Meteor City.

“Awwww~ ♡ Jenna needs to see this…”

One picture showed her burning dinner, with Scott laughing in the background.

Another showed him fast asleep, while she had drawn a goofy cartoon mustache on his face.

She chuckled to herself and her cheeks grew warm as the memories played in her mind.

“Can’t wait to video chat with him tonight!”

Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t notice Pulsar stomping out of the elevator.

The two collided head-on.

… step────THUD!!

And that was how Pulsar and Miss Mercury met.