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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! Discord Link: https://discord.gg/REyZdhpd

SleazyPen · 都市
分數不夠
101 Chs

Game Plan

Abandoned Military Compound, Meteor City…

The abandoned military compound was dead quiet.

Rust streaked the walls, and the air was foul with the smell of damp concrete mixed with something pungent and rotten… blood, maybe.

Trickshot lounged in a busted office chair as his boots propped up on a scorched metal desk.

"♬ There's no sex in the USSR, but this dashing handsome lad beats his meat on the flag, bahaha."

He scrolled lazily through an endless stream of Chirper comments on his phone, a satisfied grin playing on his face.

"Man, social media is something else."

He leaned back, laughing heartily as he tossed the phone between his hands.

"I didn't think people ate up this open crime shit so fast. They're out there writing fanfiction about the friggin' hostage situation! Humanity is so gone, bahaha!"