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

[Ding! You've gained 1 million views! The city’s most beloved heroine has fallen for your mysterious charms!] [Miss Mercury is obsessed with your streams. She’s on her way to meet you!] [Heroic factions are closing in on your location, but the Mindbender Heroine is aiding your escape!] [Ding! 10,000 views! You've gained 5,000 Credits and unlocked Stealth Mode (Tier 1)] [Ding! 1 million views! Rope Girl has noticed your mysterious charm and can't get you out of her mind!] [Ding! You’ve saved the city’s lower districts while taking down three corporate-backed heroes. Lady Fortress is secretly watching your stream, intrigued.] In Metro City, where huge corporations and flashy superheroes rule the skyline, everyday people are just bystanders in the ongoing battles between heroes and villains. At the center of this chaotic city is Scott McQueen, an average guy with one big dream: becoming a cool, shadowy antihero. Scott fantasizes about scaring off criminals while serving justice from the shadows. But there’s a catch—this world is full of flashy, attention-grabbing superheroes who hog all the spotlight. One night, everything changes for Scott. He stumbles upon the Harem Streamer System, a strange, almost-living program that offers him a shot at fame. With this system, Scott can live-stream his nightly antihero activities, gaining views and donations from fans all over the world. The catch? The more viewers he gets, the more heroines fall for him. Plus, with the growing fanbase, he earns rewards like money and powerful gear, boosting his chances of becoming the hero he’s always wanted to be! “Bahaha! The whole world is going to bow to me very soon!” He's not only wanted by the Hero Agency. He's not only wanted by mega-corporations. He's not only wanted by enemies he's destroyed. He's also wanted by superheroines!

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Panic in the Hall

Abandoned Military Compound, Meteor City…

The room was very dark.

The little light available was from the pale glow of an old, flickering television set.

Gwen sat slouched in her chair, still tied up, with rough ropes digging into her wrists and ankles, leaving them red and sore.

On the other side of the room, Dark Elf lounged lazily on an old, sagging sofa. One leg hung over the armrest, and she casually munched on a bag of chips, looking as though she'd done this a hundred times before.

On the screen, Judy Cho droned on about the highly anticipated Black Industries Tech Summit.

Gwen shifted in her chair and glanced around the room.

"Great. She's still here."

Dark Elf's crimson eyes slid toward her, unamused.

She wiped her chip-stained fingers on her sweatpants and raised an eyebrow.

"Where exactly did you think you'd be, genius?"

Gwen groaned and tilted her head back dramatically.