Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine - Chapter 83

Chapter 83: Helping Situations
Just a few blocks from the convention center, a young man sat perched on the edge of a towering building as his black sweatpants and red sweatshirt flapped lightly in the afternoon breeze. His white sneakers dangled off the ledge as he leaned forward and his sharp gaze locked on the glowing convention center in the distance.

“Hrmm…”

He ran a hand through his crimson hair and his lips curved into a faint smirk as he muttered to himself.

“Alright… focus.”

The moment the word left his lips, a red, viscous substance seeped out of his right ear to creep along his face before forming into a sleek, high-tech scope over his left eye.

The scope buzzed to life and shifted through layers of visuals until it locked onto a target inside the convention center—a young woman stepping out of a changing room in a freshly donned super suit.

“Brigid…” he exhaled slowly.

Reaching into his pocket, he retrieved his phone and dialed a number.

The call barely rang before a smooth voice answered on the other end.

“Agent Red. What do you have for me?”

Red yawned theatrically, leaning back on his palms as he glanced up at the darkening sky.

“Well, I’ve got eyes on Brigid. She looks… ready for some action. What’s the play, Lady Crowe?”

There was a brief pause before Lady Crowe’s sharp and calculating voice returned.

“There are too many heroes gathered there. Even if most of them are inexperienced, their numbers could pose a problem if they coordinate effectively. The smarter move would be to create a distraction. You’ve only just reached 99% synchronization with the technophage, so your body will need time to adjust. Don’t overextend.”

Red chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Got it, got it. Play it smart, cause some chaos, and keep the rookies busy. Honestly, it sounds kinda fun.”

“Good…”

Adira’s tone was a little softer.

“I’ll be waiting for your report. Don’t disappoint me.”

Red grinned. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

As the line disconnected, he stood up to stretch his arms lazily before cracking his neck.

“A bunch of newbie heroes, huh? Sounds like the perfect warm-up. Let’s see how many I can knock dead before they even know what hit them.”

He stepped off the ledge and landed lightly on the rooftop below without so much as a sound.

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Back at the convention center…

Claire remained on the floor as her hand clutched her burning cheek. Tears streamed silently down her face, though she made no sound. The surrounding crowd, composed of fans, attendees, and fellow heroes, stood frozen, watching the scene unfold with both shock and disgust.

The Peak loomed over her with a furious face.

He pointed an accusatory finger at her.

“Do you see what you’ve caused?! Your incompetence has ruined everything!”

“I-, I’m s-sorry, sir…”

Claire stammered as her fragile voice trembled.

She couldn’t even look him in the eyes.

The murmurs in the crowd grew louder.

“Did he just… hit her?”

“Wow. What a jerk.”

“I used to look up to this guy… What a disappointment.”

But some still tried to defend him.

“Maybe she really screwed up…”

“Guys, let’s not jump to conclusions…”

The Peak’s face twisted further as he glared down at her.

“Shut up, all of you! She’s the reason my image is being dragged through the mud!”

He grabbed Claire by the collar and hauled her to her feet.

“You’re a useless, broke bitch who can’t even save her pathetic family from living in squalor! Maybe you’d be better off selling your body, you worthless garbage dump!”

Claire’s lips quivered as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks, but she refused to cry out.

Her eyes remained on the floor.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you!”

The Peak shouted and raised his hand again.

But before it could fall, his wrist was caught mid-air. The force of the grip made him freeze, and his eyes slowly trailed up to meet the cold, unflinching gaze of a young man.

Scott.

The atmosphere shifted immediately. The crowd went silent as they watched the tension between the two men.

Scott’s voice was low, but it carried a weight that made everyone feel its impact.

“Didn’t your mother ever teach you not to hit women?”

The Peak’s eyes widened, his face flushing red with rage.

“What did you just say to me, you little bastard?!”

Scott didn’t flinch.

His grip tightened, forcing The Peak to release Claire, who stumbled backward and fell to the floor again.

Scott stepped closer and his voice dropped even further.

“Listen carefully. You can keep pretending to be someone important, fooling these people into thinking you’re some kind of hero. But the moment you cross certain lines… someone’s going to knock you down. Understand?”

The Peak’s lips curled into a snarl.

“You think you can talk to me like that?!”

His words were cut off by a sharp slap.l

… PAH!

The sound echoed through the hall.

The Peak staggered as his hand flew to his cheek while he stared at Scott in shock.

“Did you just—”

… PAH!

Scott slapped him again.

“Was I clear?”

His tone was both deadly and calm.

Before The Peak could respond, Scott’s fist connected with his stomach.

The force sent him to the ground, gasping for air.

Scott didn’t spare him another glance. He knelt beside Claire as his hand rested gently on her shoulder.

“Can you stand?” he asked softly.

Claire blinked up at him, her vision blurred by tears.

Her voice came out as a whisper.

“P-, Please… I’m so embarrassed… Can you take me out of here?”

Scott nodded without hesitation. “Of course.”

He helped her to her feet, using his body to shield her from the judgmental stares of the crowd. With one arm wrapped protectively around her, he guided her toward the exit.

As they disappeared from view, the crowd erupted into whispers.

“Who is that guy?”

“Who cares? He’s a hero in my book.”

“The Peak got what he deserved.”

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Outside…

The cold afternoon air bit at Claire’s skin as Scott led her out of the convention center.

The noise and chaos of the crowd faded behind them.

All that was present was the emptiness of the parking lot.

Claire finally slipped out of Scott’s arms.

Her shaky steps were more stable now.

She slowly turned to face him as a strained, trembling smile dragged at her lips.

“Uhm… thanks…”

She murmured with a voice so soft it could barely be heard over the distant hum of traffic.

“I’m sorry… you can go now.”

Scott didn’t move.

He stood there, arms at his sides, silently observing her.

The smudged makeup on her face, smeared by tears and the violent slap, told a story of humiliation and pain. Her cheek was a vivid red, much different from her pale skin. She was trembling… not just from the slap but from the aftershocks of her ordeal. The way her body quivered, despite her effort to hide it, reminded him of a leaf caught in a cold, relentless wind.

『That bastard…』

Scott stepped forward calmly.

He placed a warm, steady hand on the uninjured side of her face and gently tilted her head to look at him.

“No…”

He said firmly.

“I’ll get my van and take you somewhere to get that looked at. I wouldn’t want you to damage your skin.”

Claire’s forced smile widened, though it was more painful than reassuring. She carefully pulled his hand away from her face and shook her head.

“No, no… it’s fine!”

She spoke very quickly, almost like she was scared.

“I’m just an overworked secretary. Luxury like that… it’s the last thing on my mind right now.”

Her voice faltered just a bit, but she pushed on and waved a hand dismissively.

“Y-, You should probably get back in there. Help whoever you came here for.”

Scott remained silent.

His blue eyes were still on her.

He didn’t need to say anything; the sight of her was enough to convey his thoughts. Half of her face was an angry red, and if he looked closely, he could make out the faint imprint of The Peak’s hand.

He hit her hard, and the damage wasn’t just physical.

『Wow… he really didn’t hold back…』

Scott let out a long sigh.

“Look…”

He paused to look for the right words.

“You’re not my assistant. You’re The Peak’s. And maybe he doesn’t care about slapping you around, but when I saw it… it didn’t sit right with me.”

Claire glanced away and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

“I… I see…”

Scott slipped his hands into his pockets and took a step past her.

“We’re going to run some tests on your face. Make sure there’s no lasting damage.”

His tone was firm… but oddly gentle.

Claire blinked as her hand instinctively rose to her cheek.

“R-, Really?”

She asked, almost incredulously.

“Yeah. You’ll thank me later.”

Scott spoke without looking back.

For a moment, Claire stood still and watched his back as he walked away toward the far end of the parking lot.

『He’s…』

The sharp lines of his profile and the calm confidence in his steps made her hesitate.

She touched her cheek and the searing pain reminded her of what had just happened. Her chest tightened, but she found herself taking a step after him.

And then another.

Before she knew it, she was following him like a lost puppy as her footsteps became lighter and more uncertain.

She wasn’t sure why, but she didn’t want to be alone.

Not today.

As she caught up to him, Scott glanced over his shoulder and gave her a small, knowing nod.

Claire averted her eyes as her pretty face flushed slightly… not just from the slap, but from something else she couldn’t quite place. For the first time in what felt like forever, she didn’t feel entirely invisible.

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Back inside…

Brigid walked into the hall with her super suit shining under the overhead lights.

The vibrant gray and white design hugged her shapely frame perfectly.

She looked both powerful and elegant.

She brushed a strand of hair from her face as her green eyes scanned the unusually quiet crowd. Her boots clicked softly against the tiled floor as she approached her booth.

Curious, she tapped Marcus on the shoulder.

“Uh, Marcus… what’s going on? Why’s it so quiet?”

Marcus stiffened and let out an awkward laugh.

『Shit… she’s here!』

He glanced at her, then quickly turned back, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Uhh… you really don’t wanna know, alright?”

Brigid tilted her head, placing her hands on her wide hips.

“Hm? What’s that supposed to mean?”

Marcus sighed as he leaned on the table of their booth.

His fingers drummed against the surface as he stared at the still-gossiping crowd.

“It’s… well, let’s just say Vixen’s been soaking up all the attention. Probably all the agents too. Honestly, I don’t think we’ll get a chance to make a comeback at this point.”

It was pointless to hide it now.

Brigid folded her arms under her breasts and sighed as her posture slumped slightly.

“Yeah… you’re probably right.”

Her eyes wandered over the crowd and took in the hushed conversations and the awkward looks.

Then something clicked in her mind.

She looked around their booth again and frowned.

“Hey, uh… where’s Lord Scott?”

Marcus opened his mouth to respond, but his words faltered when he caught the nearby conversation between a few superheroes to the side.

Ruse folded his arms, nodding sagely.

“Honestly, that guy’s a real hero. Just jumped in and protected the defenseless woman without a second thought. Meanwhile, we were all too scared to do anything because it was The Peak.”

Gadget Girl shrugged, looking defeated.

“Not like it’s really our fault. If we went up against an S-rank hero—especially one as influential as The Peak—it’d be career suicide.”

Ruse nodded again. “Yeah, I hear you.”

Puffing out his chest, Rhinoman cleared his throat loudly.

“Well, I’m not afraid of any S-rank hero! I just… uh… didn’t act because I was shocked by the scene! Yeah! Who would’ve thought any hero would lay hands on a woman!”

He punctuated his words with an angry fist.

Ruse gave him a side-eye, unimpressed.

“Oh, so now you wanna get mad?”

Marcus’s ears perked up at the surrounding murmurs.

Whispers of Scott’s name was everywhere.

“I heard he slapped The Peak… twice.”

“Twice? Man, that’s insane. He’s got guts.”

“Guts? He’s got fists of steel! Did you see the way The Peak went down?”

“Forget The Peak! That guy’s so handsome… I wish he’d save me like that.”

“Uh, yeah, but don’t you need to be slapped first for that?”

The last comment earned a few chuckles.

Marcus’s eyes gleamed as an idea hit him. He turned to glance at Brigid, who was now sitting in a corner of the booth, looking utterly dejected. A sly smile crept across his face as he clapped his hands loudly to draw the crowd’s attention.

“Ladies and gentlemen!”

Marcus shouted at the top of his voice.

“Come one, come all, to witness the student of the great, handsome hero who just saved an innocent woman from an S-rank terror!”

The room effortlessly went silent for a moment before the crowd began murmuring.

Marcus gestured dramatically to Brigid with a wide grin.

“If you loved watching him do what no other hero here dared to do, you’ll definitely want to meet his protege! The young lady seated right here!”

Brigid’s eyes widened as a collective gasp rippled through the hall. Almost instantly, people began flocking to their booth with great excitement.

“Hey, what’s her superpower?!”

“Is she just as heroic as him?”

“What’s that guy’s name?! The one who slapped The Peak?!”

Brigid blinked at the overwhelming crowd.

Her cheeks flushed as she twiddled her fingers nervously.

“I… um… I’m not used to this kind of attention outside the academy…”

The fans went wild.

“She’s adorable!”

“Where’s she been hiding?!”

“No way we could’ve missed a cute girl like her! She’s gotta be famous!”

One fan waved a wad of cash in the air.

“I’ll pay to get a picture with her! Please!”

“Me too! I want a picture!”

Thrilled by the traffic, Marcus turned to Brigid with a grin.

“So, uh… where do you wanna take your pictures?”

Still a little overwhelmed, Brigid pointed shyly to a corner of the booth.

“U-, Uhm… over there is fine…”

Marcus adjusted the camera hanging around his neck and gave her a thumbs-up.

“Alright, time for some pict──!”

Before he could finish, the crowd surged forward, knocking him over and trampling him in their rush to get closer to Brigid. Phones and cameras waved frantically in the air as fans begged for photos.

Meanwhile･･･

At her now-abandoned booth, Vixen’s jaw screwed tight as she watched the scene unfold. No one was paying her or her meticulously crafted promotional materials any attention. Even her cameraman had joined the crowd around Brigid.

She clenched her fists.

Her pretty face turned red with frustration.

“Beca, wait!”

Foxgirl called out as Vixen turned and walked away.

“We can still salvage this!”

There was desperation on Foxgirl’s face.

Something Vixen couldn’t see as she simply waved her sister off without so much as a glance.

And with that… Vixen was gone.