Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine - Chapter 230

Chapter 230: Lethal Encounter

━ Lounge Room, Crowe Manor ━

This was their first meeting.

Adira stood a few feet away from Scott with her head tilted up to meet his cold blue eyes. Her dark lashes lowered slightly as her black-painted lips bent into a satisfied smile.

“Wow~”

She said softly.

Her voice was like silk, but also mischievous.

“You’re more handsome than I thought.”

A low chuckle escaped her lips.

But Scott didn’t respond. Not a blink. Not a twitch.

He just looked down at her with that same calm face.

As if she were just a mild inconvenience.

Adira interlocked her fingers as her smile deepened.

“When I saw you at the Memorial Hall, I didn’t expect you to have such a banging body…”

Her voice was like warm, melting honey.

Very sweet and tempting.

Her calm blue eyes trailed down slowly so she could get a good look at his amazing physique.

“If I was into younger men… I’d have snatched you up the first chance I got. You’d make an excellent plaything for when I need to… mmm, get my frustrations out.”

Still no reaction.

Over the comms, Jake whistled theatrically—

[I can’t with this woman. She wasn’t even talking to me and I almost folded. Stay strong, man!]

But Scott was already doing that—and with ease.

Adira gave him a long, slow glance, then elegantly walked past him.

The scent of her perfume filled his nose.

“You walked right in?”

She sounded delightfully amused, brushing her long bangs out of her beautiful face.

“Mmm~ how brave of you. I didn’t expect you to show up before me. I like~ ❤️”

She lowered herself into a lounge chair with all the grace of a queen in her throne room.

Scott finally turned to face her.

He was still very much calm and composed.

And that wasn’t stopping anytime soon.

“I came here to let you know something.”

He stepped closer.

The tension in the atmosphere didn’t need an invitation to grow heavier.

“I’m taking Brigid back with me. And you’re going to make sure you don’t try anything funny around her or anyone I care about. Is that clear?”

His tone was ice. Controlled.

Almost too plain to be called threatening.

But that made it worse.

Adira’s brow rose.

She uncrossed and crossed her legs, then leaned forward, elbows on knees, eyes glittering.

“And what if I don’t?”

She asked sweetly.

It almost sounded like a young lady begging to be disciplined by her superior.

She wanted to hear something dangerous.

Something with bite.

She always enjoyed it when a man had the guts to push back against her authority—it was entertaining, even a little exciting. But this one? He was young, bold, and carried himself with a confidence that made her bite her lower lip and let out a soft “mmm~” without even meaning to.

There was something about that fire in him that made her want to see just how far he could take it.

Scott stepped forward again, slowly.

“If you don’t, I promise you I’ll come find you no matter where you are. This is your only warning. If I ever show up a second time…”

His eyes locked with hers.

“You’ll die.”

There was no weight to the threat.

No heat. Just a cold, matter-of-fact promise, like he didn’t care if she lived or died—only that she stayed out of his way.

Better yet, you could say the thought of ending her life didn’t even sound important to him.

Adira let out a low, delighted hum.

“Mhm-mmm~ ❤️”

She chuckled, soft and syrupy, showing a glint of perfect white teeth.

“Nina said you looked broken. Pathetic. She said you were definitely not going to be a problem.”

Her voice lowered.

“I suppose she was right.”

Suddenly, footsteps thundered in from the hall.

Security.

Twenty men in black suits swarmed the room like wolves closing in, red dots from their rifles lighting up Scott’s chest and head. Nina followed behind them, arms folded and face twisted with disgust.

『I warned this fool… who does he think he is…?』

She clicked her tongue.

Adira rose from her seat with slow elegance now that she knew she wasn’t in danger.

“I get death threats all the time…”

She walked toward him like a cat approaching prey.

“You think I wouldn’t be prepared for a powerless model with a hero complex?”

She stood in front of him now (so close they were almost chest to chest) and gave him a gentle pat on the shoulder.

“You should’ve just stayed out of this. Brigid was never any of your business.”

Scott replied without blinking—

“Just like you should’ve minded your business when you started snooping around, only to find out all three of your husbands were cheating on your sorry ass.”

Jake screamed in comms—

[Oooo, burn—!]

Adira blinked. Her lips parted slightly.

She took a step back with a shake of her head, but her smirk returned.

“You’ve got a sharp tongue. How stubborn—”

“Tell that to your dead son.”

Silence.

Adira sucked in a breath.

For a moment, her face lost all composure, but it was gone in an instant. She let out a tired sigh and forced a small laugh to try and brush it off.

But Nina snapped.

“HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT TO MADAM—!? YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT SHE’S—!”

Adira lifted a hand, palm outward.

Nina fell silent instantly.

It hurt, yes.

But she was impressed.

He’d done research on her past like it was a chore.

And he’d done it fast.

“You’re interesting. But do you seriously expect me to believe that’s why you’re here? You came to lose? To throw your life away over a perverted girl that doesn’t even benefit you in any way? What are you, a hero?”

She laughed softly, as if the idea itself was ridiculous.

Scott’s eyes didn’t quiver.

“I can’t let Brigid go astray. It’s that simple. I promised to protect her… and to help her become what she truly admires in this world. A real hero.”

He looked around, just briefly, scanning the room.

Adira paused mid-laugh. Her brow furrowed.

“Wait… that’s it?”

She almost sounded disappointed.

Scott nodded.

“I’m sure people like you won’t get it… maybe you’ve lost that part of yourself. But for people like me—”

He looked her dead in the eyes.

“—the dreams of someone you love mean everything.”

The guards didn’t care.

Nina rolled her eyes.

But Adira… she was quiet.

A tiny smile tugged at her lips.

“What a shame…”

She murmured.

“You seem like a decent guy. If we’d met at the right time, under better circumstances… maybe we could’ve been very good friends.”

Her eyes swept him from head to toe.

Like she was trying to picture it already.

“I like what you said.”

Her tone went stern and emotionless again.

“But it changes absolutely nothing. Brigid stays here. I’ll be the one to guide her into the future—one where we won’t serve heroes like they’re gods.”

She narrowed her eyes.

“She’s not going anywhere.”

Scott moved.

Fast.

Too fast.

He was right in front of her before anyone could react — guards stumbled into place, and one of them pressed a gun against the side of his head.

Click.

“This isn’t a toy, boy…”

The guard growled viciously.

Jake shouted in Scott’s ear—

[OH, FUCK! I heard a gun click! DO SOMETHING ALREADY MAN—MOVE YOU IDIOT!]

Scott didn’t flinch.

His attention was locked on Adira.

“You’ll regret this.”

His voice was so calm it sounded more like prophecy than a threat.

Adira tilted her head and laughed.

“That’s why you never should’ve warned me.”

She leaned in and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.

“Because there won’t be a second meeting…”

She turned and waved a hand.

“Take him away. I want to see what the lab can do with him. High doses of Viagra… and a bit of dog DNA. I wouldn’t mind him ending up in Division F.”

The guards surged forward and pinned him down.

Jake’s voice screamed in the comms—

[SCOTT—!? ARE YOU INSANE!? MOVE! MOVE, YOU—!]

But Scott said nothing.

Because this wasn’t over.

━ ━ ━ ━

The night air was very cold and quiet.

Scott’s body was painfully limp as they dragged him down the path—bound, gagged, and tangled up in rope like some discarded cargo. Not a grunt. Not a fight. Just those heavy footsteps against gravel and the occasional groan of leather as one of the guards adjusted his grip.

“Get the doors…” one muttered.

The other man yanked open the back of the matte-black van, and without any ceremony, the other two flung Scott inside like a sack of potatoes.

THUD────BLAM!

The van doors slammed shut.

Darkness.

Scott lay still, breathing calmly through his nose, arms cuffed behind his back, mouth tied, legs tangled worse than a bad fishing net.

And still, the most irritating thing was—

[DUDE! ARE YOU INSANE—!?]

Jake’s voice screamed into his ear like a banshee.

[Why’d you LET them take you like that?! I feel like I’m watching one of those shitty soap operas where they don’t kiss for three seasons! It’s pissing me off already! Whip out that blue slime thing of yours and COOK these clowns already!]

Scott closed his eyes, then exhaled through his nose.

It was almost as if that was the only way he could contain the annoyance of Jake’s shouting.

If his hands were free, he’d have ripped the comm out of his ear by now just for the silence.

Good thing it was barely the size of a grain of rice.

The guards hadn’t noticed.

He grunted softly and thought to himself—

『I can’t use the technophage for fuck’s sake. My body’s been through hell this week… nonstop fights, chases, falls. The Anti-Disaster Suit burns through calories like wildfire, and my body’s still recovering. I don’t need it right now unless it’s critical.』

He flexed slightly, testing the cuffs.

『Besides… this bodysuit’s adaptive. I’m good…』

It hardened under impact.

So, their bullets wouldn’t have done a thing.

He shook his head and sighed quietly.

This was always the plan.

Let them get cocky.

Split them up.

Then crush them.

Suddenly—

HOOOONK! HOOOOOONK!!

Several cars, parked just a few yards away, suddenly started honking loudly for no reason. Their headlights flashed on and off, and their engines roared to life like ghosts had taken control.

“What the hell—!?” one of the guards shouted.

“Those are the mistress’ personal fleet!”

“Let’s check it out before she gets pissed!”

They all panicked and rushed off without hesitation.

In Scott’s ear, Jake chuckled proudly—

[Relay attack, baby. Some high-end use keyless receivers, so I spoofed a signal and hijacked a couple. Should buy you a minute or two.]

Scott blinked.

He actually froze in shock.

He was used to Jake being dramatic, not useful.

『Okay, didn’t expect that one… (;一_一)』

He quickly sent technophage energy through his arms.

His veins lit faintly blue beneath the skin as muscle fibers grew taut and dense.

CRACK!

The cuffs snapped.

It took a surprisingly heavy toll—his limbs shook and he panted as he pulled the gag off his mouth, coughing violently as he caught his breath.

“That took more out of me than I thought…”

He rasped like a traveller in the desert.

Jake yelled again—

[Scott! MOVE! What’re you waiting for?!]

But Scott didn’t move.

He just muttered—

“Trust me.”

He laid back down—calm, breathing slow.

Minutes passed.

The guards returned, disgruntled and confused.

“Well that was certainly weird. I don’t even know which one went off, they all seemed normal…”

“Just get the idiot to the lab already. If Nina finds out we delayed, she’s gonna—”

“—Go full banshee? Yeah, no thanks.”

They all laughed.

For three seconds.

DUM! DUUUM!! DUUUUM!!!

A deep, metallic BOOM echoed from the back of the van like something ramming against steel with intent.

“What the—?”

They pulled out their guns.

“Was that from inside?”

“It stopped…”

One of them cautiously approached as his hesitant hands reached for the latch.

Too slow.

BOOOOOOOM!!!

The entire back door exploded off its hinges.

It was blasted clean by a double kick enhanced with pure technophage muscle.

The kick almost felt like Scott was packing dangerous loads of air cannons in his calves.

The metal doors flew forward like cannonballs and smashed into all three men.

WHAM! WHACK! CRASH!

They collapsed like sacks of rice.

[BULL’S-EYE!! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧]

Jake screamed in pure glee.

Scott dragged himself out, groaning.

His black coat flared behind him—black blood trickled from his lips as he stumbled out of the van.

He grabbed his side.

『Yikes… that hurt more than I thought.』

He coughed again and reached for one of their guns.

Blue slime slithered over it from the veins of his wrist and engulfed it entirely.

Seconds later, the gun transformed—sleek, chrome black with glowing blue veins, a plasma pistol shaped like an elite military prototype.

“Ahh, that should do it…”

━ ━ ━ ━

Back in the mansion…

Nina sat cross-legged on a plush chair, lost in her tablet as the glow of the screen spun in her eyes. She was reviewing tomorrow’s SMPE prep—custom outfits for Brigid, interviews, influencer spots, branded photoshoots.

She smiled softly, swiping to a photo of Adira.

“I can’t wait for tomorrow…”

She grinned disturbingly wide.

“You’ve finally warmed up to Brigid, Madam Crowe.”

CRAAASH!!!

Two guards smashed through the glass cabinet behind her as shards rained like diamonds across the floor.

“What the hell—!?”

Nina jumped to her feet in panic.

The moment she turned, she saw him.

Scott.

Walking calmly across the living room.

His upgraded plasma gun in hand, dark coat flowing like a shadow made flesh.

But he didn’t even look at Nina.

He walked—no, ascended—toward the spiral glass stairs.

The heels of his boots thumped with purpose.

And from above, Adira walked down elegantly, speaking to her maids with a wine glass in one hand.

“Be sure Brigid gets a big portion of what I made. She’s not going to be eating that all the time—”

She looked up.

Her voice stopped dead.

Scott was walking up.

Toward her. With a smile.

That smug smile that screamed—I told you so.

“Y-, You—”

Her heels clicked as she backed up a step.

She was so shocked that all the grace and poise she normally carried vanished in an instant. Right now, she didn’t look like the calm, elegant woman people were used to—she just looked like any regular CEO who’d suddenly realized they were about to die.

Scott didn’t increase his pace.

Step by step, he climbed until they were level.

Face to face. Eye to eye.

He pressed her against the glass banister with one hand on her massive hip—firm and unbothered—while the other raised his gun and pressed it gently under her chin.

He leaned in until his lips were almost touching hers.

His voice was low and cool.

“This is the second encounter I mentioned earlier.”

Adira’s eyes widened. Her breath caught.

All around, the maids froze.

Nina screamed into her tablet for backup.

But no one responded.

Not a soul. Every guard had been dropped.

Then—

“Lord Scott…?”

A soft, familiar voice came from above.

He looked up.

Brigid.

She stood at the top of the stairs in a white nightdress that made her look oddly pretty. Her eyes were wide open in shock, her hair was messy like she’d been running her hands through it, and she was gripping the railing so tightly her knuckles had gone pale.

Everything stopped.

Scott stared up at her.

Adira felt the shift in his body—the way his strong hand on her hip loosened.

“Brigid…” he said quietly.

For the first time tonight… his voice sounded warm.