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

Metro City — Ground Zero

Mega Man descended slowly as his pristine white and gold super suit shimmered under the glorious sun.

His heavy boots landed on the cracked pavement with an authority that sent shudders through the ground.

The entire city had fallen into eerie silence — save for the distant sound of cars screeching away, the desperate escape of those who understood the meaning of his arrival.

No one wanted to be collateral. No one wanted to die.

Scott stood his ground. His fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. His heart hammered in his chest, but fear wasn't in his blood.

"You must be real proud of yourself…"

Scott scoffed as he boldly raised his fists toward the towering figure before him.

"You show up in those tights and people run like hell. That's your reputation? That's the legacy you built?"

His voice dripped with venom.

"Shouldn't that disgust you?"

Mega Man didn't flinch. His piercing golden eyes bore down on Scott, arms folded over his broad chest.

Scott's face bittered into a deep scowl.

"Your power… it's one of the greatest, most amazing things that's ever existed. You could change the world in ways many have wanted to for ages… but instead, you do this?"

His breath hitched as rage bubbled inside him. His nails dug into his palms, and his entire body trembled. The weight of everything — the injustice, the arrogance, the sheer waste of power — pressed down on him like an unbearable force.

Even Lady Fortress, who had remained impassive all this time, widened her eyes at the raw emotion spilling from him.

She almost forgot.

Scott always seemed so clueless, so out of touch, but… anger was a feeling humans knew all too well.

It reminded her — humans had started wars over emotions like this. They had turned on each other, wiped out civilizations, spilled oceans of blood. The very thing that made them unpredictable, irrational, chaotic… was the same thing that gave them strength.

Scott wasn't just angry.

He wanted to kill the man before him.

Mega Man exhaled through his nose.

There was that look of faint amusement and shame that washed over his face.

Shame in the fact that someone bearing the name and face of his son would say something so unlike what he'd spent years instilling into Super Scott — something so foolish.

"Hrmm…"

He tilted his head slightly, as if studying a particularly interesting insect.

"Now I'm certain you're not my Scott. My son would never sound like a delusional fool."

His golden eyes darkened.

"You actually believe in that foolish — 'great power, great responsibility' nonsense, don't you?"

He shook his head, taking two slow steps forward.

His muscular arms remained crossed — like twin cannons waiting to be fired.

"That if you can help, you should? That having power obligates you to serve the weak?"

His voice grew colder.

"That… is fool's talk."

Scott's face twisted with fury. "That's nev—"

BOOM!

A deafening shockwave shattered the air.

Lady Fortress barely processed what happened—her mind blanked.

One second, Scott was standing right there. The next…

A crater had torn through the street, buildings trembled, glass shattered into dust.

And Scott… was gone.

"What…?" Fortress whispered.

Her body tensed, paralyzed. Her brain refused to comprehend what her eyes were seeing. She hadn't even seen Mega Man move.

Then she heard it — metal groaning, bricks collapsing.

She turned her head, barely able to bring herself to look.

Through the ruined remains of a collapsed building, a battered arm pushed through the debris.

Scott crawled out, his Anti-Disaster Suit cracked and failing, his face drenched in blood.

"NGAAAAHHH──!!"

His breathing was ragged.

Bones—so many bones—had been broken.

He spat out blood. Then teeth.

Then—

"AAARRRRGHH!!"

He grabbed his head and screamed.

His body convulsed, his spine arching unnaturally. His fingers clawed at his skull as nails tore into his own scalp.

"MY HEAD—!! MAKE IT STOP! AARRGH—!"

His eyes—blood-red.

His veins bulged and his body twitched violently.

Lady Fortress' stomach twisted into knots.

Mega Man…

He just stood there. Unbothered.

He slowly raised his fist, inspecting the blood on his knuckles with a carefree expression.

"As expected…" he murmured.

His voice was calm.

Almost bored.

"Even if I hold back just enough to keep you alive, there really isn't anyone who can take a hit from me. It's a simple fact — one that represents my power… my image."

He lowered his condescending stare to Scott, watching him with mild curiosity.

The younger man was barely holding on to his sanity, his body rejecting the pain yet forcing him to endure every second of it.

Mega Man sighed, shaking his head.

"I've made it so you can't die from my blows. But the pain? That's something you'll always feel. No matter how much power you think you have, no matter how much you struggle… this is the difference between us."

Then, he chuckled.

The sound was light, almost friendly.

And yet, it sent a chill crawling down Lady Fortress' spine.

Scott barely had the strength to keep his mind together.

The pain was like an unending surge of agony, seeping into every fiber of his being. It wasn't normal pain. It was a violation—like Mega Man had rewritten the very concept of suffering itself and injected it into his bloodstream.

His body shouldn't even be functioning after that punch.

He knew it.

Any other person would be dead — instantly.

But this was worse. This was torture.

His body was alive, yet his soul was screaming for escape.

『I just wanted to sleep… but no, I always end up in the worst situations. I can't stand this anymore. I'm pissed, frustrated, hurt, and angry. All I want is to go home to Emma and Gwen, rest my head on their chests, and finally get some sleep. But instead, I'm stuck dealing with this again and again, forced to suffer for the sake of others. I hate it. I hate myself. I hate the weight of my responsibilities… but no matter how much I despise them, I know I can't just walk away.』

He coughed again, his lungs convulsing, vomiting blood and shattered teeth onto the ruined asphalt below.

His blurred vision barely registered the thick, iron-like legs standing before him.

Mega Man hadn't moved an inch.

Scott forced himself up to one knee, barely able to keep his head from tilting over.

Mega Man sighed, shaking his head.

"You still don't get it, do you?"

His voice was filled with both amusement and pity.

"This power I wield… it's not some superpower that an average human can utilize in becoming some overnight sensation or a celebrity. It's divine. A force that will reshape the world itself. And you expect me to be humble? To pretend I'm anything less than a god?"

Scott weakly used Mega Man's tree-trunk legs as leverage, barely able to stand.

But before he could rise completely—THUD!

Mega Man's massive hand seized his face. Effortlessly.

His fingers dug into Scott's skull like a vice. Lifting him up as easily as a man would palm a basketball.

Scott let out a muffled scream, his legs kicking in the air. He threw weak punches at Mega Man's impenetrable chest—but each impact only sent shockwaves through the ground, tearing the road apart beneath them.

It didn't matter.

Mega Man barely blinked.

He only tilted his head, watching Scott struggle, his eyes filled with something unsettlingly close to affection.

"It's funny, really…"

Mega Man muttered, shaking his head.

"This world's version of you… is so pathetic."

Scott gasped for air as Mega Man tightened his grip. His nails dug into Mega Man's arm, but it was like trying to scratch solid titanium.

Mega Man's voice softened—almost tender now.

"I love you, son. Truly, I do. I would do anything to make sure my son becomes the feared and respected conqueror he's meant to be."

He sighed, almost sounding genuinely sad.

"But you? You're just a cheap imitation."

Scott's vision flickered. His body twitched uncontrollably, his nerves on the brink of shutting down entirely.

Mega Man sighed again, regretful.

"I actually like you, boy. Maybe even more than my real son. But you lack the one thing that matters to me—power. And it hurts me to the core of my indestructible self."

Scott barely processed it before—

CRACK!!

Mega Man slammed his head into the ground and ruptured the asphalt like glass shattering under an anvil.

Scott's body convulsed in sheer agony.

His eyes flashed white—flickering like a dying light bulb.

"GAAAAAHHHHH!!"

He screamed, but the sound barely left his lips before—

Mega Man's hand clamped around his throat.

The pressure was insane.

Scott's airway crushed little by little, making his body thrash violently — but he was too weak to break free.

Mega Man smirked.

"Oh, come on. Be a good boy and don't fight it."

His voice was calm, almost… amused.

"Every father has had the urge to beat his wife into a pulp and stomp the living hell out of their beer-fetching machine — oh, sorry…"

He chuckled coldly.

"… I mean, son."

Scott couldn't even react.

His mind was drowning in agony.

Mega Man sighed.

"Frustration, Scott. That's what it is. There's no greater frustration than watching your own son refuse to embrace his destiny simply because of the sense of self worth that he's been brought up with. But it's fine."

His grip tightened.

"I'll settle for breaking you instead."

Then—

Mega Man smiled.

A soft, purely terrifying smile.

He leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on Scott's bloodied forehead.

"Thank you, boy…"

He whispered like a woman would tell a man in bed.

"For giving me this truly… TRULY glorious opportunity to crush you like an insect."

Then—

He pulled back, lifted his fist, and—

TOOOOOOOM!!!!

A tremor shook the entire street.

Lady Fortress STRUCK.

Her punch tore through the air, the force so immense that cars and trucks were blown away from the sheer shockwave.

Mega Man's body was blasted backward—ten meters across the battlefield.

He actually stumbled.

For the first time.

But even as he skidded back, Mega Man barely flinched.

His balance returned instantly.

With a simple shake of his head, he numbed the pain, licking the blood from his lip.

Then, he grinned.

His bleeding teeth bared in a sharp, predatory smile.

Across from him stood Lady Fortress.

Fists clenched. Shoulders trembling. Tears in her eyes.

Yet she stood her ground as her blue eyes burned with pure resolve.

"Get away from him…" she whispered.

Her voice cracked, but her fists remained steady.

"… You monster."

She sniffled.

But she didn't back down.

No matter how impossible this was—

No matter how much she knew she was no match for him—

She would not let Scott die.

Because she was a hero. And no matter what—

She would do her duty.

As a hero who defended the weak.

And also a woman who loved the man that had been reduced to a breathing mass of flesh.

Lady Fortress gritted her teeth as her entire body tightened like a drawn bowstring. Her feet drove deep into the earth, shattering asphalt and concrete, anchoring her as raw energy surged through her limbs.

『I'm not fighting for the people this time… just him…』

The air trembled around her as she tensed every muscle as her body contracted like a steel coil ready to explode.

And then— BOOM!

She shot forward like a meteor, her speed warping the very air around her, turning the cityscape into a blur.

Buildings groaned, windows shattered, and the entire city vibrated from the sheer force of her acceleration. The ground beneath her launch site cratered inward, unable to withstand the might she had unleashed.

A living missile, locked onto one target—Mega Man.

Scott barely managed to lift his head as his vision swam in pain and blood. His battered lungs heaved, and he weakly raised a trembling hand, desperate to call out—STOP!

But no words came. Only blood. Only agony.

His body screamed in protest as he coughed as his chest burned like it was caving in on itself.

Through his blurred vision, he saw Mega Man. Smiling.

That wicked, knowing grin stretched across his face like he was witnessing some kind of joke only he understood. And in that instant, Scott felt it—a terror that sank into his bones.

And then—everything stopped.

Silence.

Not just any silence—an unnatural one.

The world around him froze.

The floating debris, the dust caught mid-air, the vibrations that had shaken the city—all came to an absolute halt.

Even the planet itself had stopped rotating.

Time had ceased.

Yet… Scott could still move.

He didn't understand it. His battered body still felt the crushing weight of pain, but somehow, he could perceive everything, even as the universe around him was locked in complete stillness.

『Why…?』

His gaze flicked back to Lady Fortress.

Suspended mid-air, her body was frozen in time, her fist only inches away from Mega Man's chest, still brimming with cosmic energy.

But she was completely still.

Like a lifeless statue, locked in a moment that would never reach completion.

And Mega Man?

Mega Man simply stood there, hands casually tucked behind his back as he walked in slow, deliberate strides around her frozen form.

His expression was one of pure disappointment.

He sighed.

"Tch. I don't get what's wrong with these aliens and their brains."

His voice cut through the frozen air like a blade.

He chuckled to himself, shaking his head.

"You know… I'd almost think of myself as a misogynist. Never cared much for women, never thought much of their place in the world. They belong in the kitchen, in the house— cleaning, cooking, serving."

He stopped, tilting his head as if considering his next words.

"… Even alien women."

And then he laughed.

A cold, empty laugh.

Scott's eyes widened in horror. His body screamed at him to move, to do something, anything, but his limbs refused. He gritted his teeth, a growl forming in his throat.

"Bastard…"

But Mega Man paid him no mind.

Instead, he turned his gaze back to Lady Fortress.

He scoffed.

"You think high-speed flight, a little energy in your fist, will do anything to me?" He clicked his tongue. "I can create planets. Suns. Entire star systems, galaxies, nebulas—"

He slowly lifted a single hand, curling his fingers.

"—in the palm of my hand."

His expression darkened.

"And you thought a punch was going to stop me?"

Before Scott could even process what happened—

Mega Man struck.

His hand pierced straight through Lady Fortress' chest.

A wet, sickening squelch filled the void of frozen time as his fingers closed around her heart.

Scott's breath caught.

『No… no, no, no.』

A sharp exhale left Mega Man's lips as he slowly withdrew his hand.

Dripping with blood and still faintly pulsing in his grip — Lady Fortress' heart.

A gaping hole lay in her chest, cosmic energy flickering and dying as if her very soul had been snuffed out.

Mega Man looked at the heart in his palm, then back at her lifeless body. He chuckled.

"Wonderful."

Scott's mind went blank.

『This… this isn't real. This can't be real.』

But it was.