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

The infinite lattice of reality!

Scott's eyes burned as he strained to see beyond the distortions of space-time.

The cross-dimensional vision granted him access to a vast, infinite lattice of existence—an endless web of interconnected realities, each layered atop the other like an intricate puzzle of the cosmos. But even with this vision, he could only perceive what his mind could logically comprehend.

He focused harder. The image sharpened.

And there — just beyond the dimensional barriers — he saw himself.

Super Scott stood in the ruins of Earth One, surrounded by the bloodied, broken bodies of its greatest heroes. Even the S-tier champions, those who should have been Earth's last hope, lay in crumpled defeat.

Some were missing limbs.

Others had been torn apart entirely.

It was a battlefield of devastation, and at the center of it all — was him.

Or rather, the worst possible version of him.

Scott's stomach twisted into knots as he narrowed his vision further. And then — he saw her.

Pulsar.

Beaten. Bloodied.

Crouched on the ground, barely conscious.

And above her, Super Scott, his fist raised high, that smug, infuriatingly condescending grin plastered on his face. His lips moved, but Scott already knew what he was saying.

"Killing you? I'm going to enjoy this very much."

Panic surged through Scott's veins like wildfire.

His blood boiled.

"MAYA!"

He shouted instinctively as his entire body tensed.

He looked around as though there was an answer amongst the massive planets of the Solar System.

"System… SYSTEM! Can I take down Super Scott──?!"

A notification pinged in his mind.

The System responded immediately.

[Negative.]

Scott's breath caught.

[Super Scott is a threat far beyond Mega Man. Even with Code: Adamus, your survival rate is incalculable. He is you. A dimensional variant. Predicting the outcome of a battle between you is impossible.]

Scott clenched his fists. "Then what do I do?"

[Use cross-dimensional speed. Traverse the barriers of motion. Snatch Super Scott. Trap him in a distant dimension. Destroy the SIST devices. Reinforce the dimensional walls so he can never escape again.]

Scott didn't hesitate. He turned toward Mega Man, who was floating lifelessly nearby, then back toward the infinite lattice before him. His jaw tightened.

Then—he moved.

Golden light exploded from his body.

The vastness of space trembled as his speed shattered through its fabric. The sheer force of his motion bent reality, as if the very concept of distance was being rewritten by his presence. His velocity defied all logic—time and space bent around him as he ripped open a dimensional rift, following the precise mapping his vision provided.

And in the next instant—he was gone!

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Earth One

Super Scott grinned down at Pulsar, relishing the helplessness in her eyes.

"You know…"

He mused, tilting his head.

"… For all that strength, for all that power… you still broke so easily. Just like the rest."

Pulsar didn't respond. She didn't even flinch at the looming death before her.

She had already accepted it.

Not because she couldn't fight back.

Not because Super Scott was stronger than her.

But because… she deserved this.

Tears rolled down her face as regret gnawed at her insides.

『How did it come to this?』

She thought she was doing the right thing. That being a hero meant making sacrifices. That she had to be cold, decisive, ruthless when necessary.

But in the process… she discarded him.

She hurt Scott.

She never truly stopped to think about how much she had broken him that day. She always justified it, convinced herself she had no other choice. But now, hearing those cruel words from Super Scott—the worst version of him—she realized just how monstrous she had been.

『I was one of the few people he trusted with his heart. And I just… just shattered it.』

Her fingers curled into fists. Her throat tightened.

All this time, she had been chasing Scott for an apology.

For closure. For a chance to fix what was broken.

But she never once thought to ask—

"How did he feel when he heard Vincent's voice… those cruel words over that call?"

"How did he feel when I tossed him aside?"

"How did he even manage to trust another woman… enough to love again?"

Her lips trembled. Her heart ached.

She lowered her head, ashamed.

Super Scott's grin widened. His fist tensed. This was it.

And then—

Reality ripped open.

A chaotic, swirling black hole of dimensional energy tore through the air, sending shockwaves across the battlefield. And from its abyssal depths—

BOOM!

A golden comet exploded out of the rift, moving so fast it obliterated everything in its wake. The sheer force of its arrival sent buildings crumbling and the ground quaking.

Super Scott's eyes snapped up.

And for the first time—he saw him.

Scott.

Their gazes locked.

Super Scott reacted instantly as his fist lashed out in an attempt to intercept—

But Scott was faster.

With a burst of unimaginable speed, Scott vanished from sight — moving so fast it was almost like he teleported the little distance between them — and then—

BANG!

Scott's shoulder slammed into Super Scott's gut with the force of a collapsing star!

The impact was cataclysmic — a sonic boom shattered the sky as Super Scott was ripped from the battlefield, sent careening through a newly-formed dimensional rift.

And just like that—

Super Scott was gone.

Silence.

The remaining heroes and military forces stood frozen, unable to comprehend what had just happened. One moment, they were losing. The next — a being had appeared like a golden god and ended the battle in a single instant.

Weapons clattered to the ground.

Bodies slumped against debris.

They didn't question it.

The only thing that mattered was—

The nightmare was over.

Except for Pulsar.

She remained on her knees, staring at the ground, tears streaking down her dirtied face. Her body trembled, and in a broken whisper, she muttered—

"… He should've killed me."

A shaky breath.

"… I deserve it."

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Now… there were only endless dimensional barriers!

Scott refused to slow down.

Super Scott was thrashing beneath him, struggling with monstrous force, but Scott kept his shoulder lodged deep into his gut as he dragged his alternate self across the endless void between realities!

But Super Scott wasn't done yet.

A twisted grin split his bloodied lips as he lunged forward—

BITE!

Scott screamed. Agony tore through his body as Super Scott sank his teeth deep into his shoulder.

The pain was unreal. Super Scott bit harder, the crunch of flesh and bone sickeningly loud.

And then—

With a horrifying, animalistic rip, Super Scott tore off a chunk of Scott's flesh.

Scott's vision blurred from the pain, but he didn't stop.

With one final burst of energy, they crashed into a different dimension.

A land of death.

A world of dust, monsters, and extraterrestrial beasts.

A place known as—

Earth 999.

Scott staggered to his feet and clamped a hand over his gushing wound as his breathing ragged. His vision blurred for a moment before rapidly stabilizing.

Super Scott? The bastard was already up — licking the blood from his lips, grinning through the crimson.

His chest rose and fell with exhilaration.

He stretched his neck.

"Damn, you taste good."

"…"

There was no response from Scott—not even an expression.

Super Scott chuckled.

"You went through all that trouble to save your little girlfriend that dumped you like an idiot, and she still thinks she deserves to die. How tragic."

Scott didn't answer.

Super Scott rolled his shoulders, cracking his knuckles.

"You and I both know how this ends, don't we? You're just delaying the inevitable."

Scott's eyes blazed.

"Then let's end it."

The wasteland trembled.

Super Scott spread his arms and legs, his stance wide and ready for battle.

He wore a confident smirk, his body crackling with power.

And yet, Scott just stood there, no reaction.

His expression was calm, yet his eyes held an emptiness that swallowed the significance of everything.

Then, he spoke.

"When I say 'end it'… I don't mean that final battle that decides whether good or evil wins."

Super Scott raised a brow.

Scott's tone was steady, almost like he'd given up, but there was an undercurrent of something else—something bitter, something… broken.

"I've met an alternate version of myself before…"

He stared at Super Scott as if looking at a mistake — an anomaly that never should have been.

"And he was infinitely better than you."

For the first time, Super Scott's smirk faltered.

"I'm ashamed to look at you… or even call a maniac like you my alternate self…"

His fists trembled at his sides.

"I'm ashamed and frustratedly pained that there's even a version of me who would hurt innocent civilians or even people like Maya, Martha… and most especially Emma."

Super Scott's jaw tensed, but Scott didn't stop.

"Have you become so in love with the idea of power that you've forgotten what truly matters? The right path isn't about strength or dominance. It's the one that leads to salvation. To the peace of the people. To the smiles of your loved ones."

Scott's fists clenched so tight they could crush steel.

And then, he turned his back on Super Scott and began walking away.

"You… you're the version of me that was given power, that was loved from birth, and yet you still became a monster."

His voice was quiet, heavy.

"I look at you, and I feel hopeless. And yet I still dream — maybe foolishly — that somewhere out there, there's a version of me with a happy life. A life where he was loved the moment he was born. A life I could look at and, for once, feel glad that… that at least one of us found peace."

His voice hitched, almost as if he were about to cry, but he swallowed it down, gripping his fists even tighter.

"If you—if even you could live a life of purity and true happiness, then I would smile."

He exhaled sharply.

"Because at least… at least someone did."

A pause.

Then, Scott whispered, "But no… just no…"

Super Scott stood there, watching Scott's back.

The silence stretched.

And then he scoffed.

"Wake up and smell reality, Scott."

His voice was cold, amused.

"None of that matters. There are infinite worlds. Infinite possibilities. There will always be a world where you're not the hero you want to be. Or one where things don't go the way you want it to. That's just how the universe wor—"

"I KNOW!!!"

Scott's roar cut through the air like a blade.

Tears streamed down his face as his whole body trembled.

"But that doesn't mean WE can't be happy!"

His voice cracked with raw emotion.

His hands covered his face as his shoulders shook.

"I flew across dimensions to get here. I saw alternate worlds. I saw alternate Scotts. And do you know what I found? Not a single one of them… not one… had a smile on his face."

His breath hitched violently.

"Dead. Broken. A failure. Hopeless. A disappointment. Unloved. Out of control. Unstable. Alone."

His voice was a whisper, but every word slammed into Super Scott like a hammer.

"That's all I saw in every world. There wasn't a single one of us that was… happy."

Scott buried his face into his hands, weeping.

His body shook violently, his mind crumbling under the weight of all those lifetimes of suffering.

Super Scott opened his mouth, then closed it.

For the first time, there was something in his eyes—

Pity? Understanding? No, he refused to acknowledge it.

And then—he laughed.

"Hahahahaha!"

It was a cruel, hollow sound that echoed through the dead world.

"That's absolutely ridiculous!"

Super Scott barked.

"You actually think you have any right to feel fucking sorry for yourself? Just because you're Scott Prime doesn't mean that you're special in any way… Do you think you're obligated to seek happiness for every version of yourself? Who do you think you are──?!"

His expression darkened, his aura flaring.

"Each of us has our own purpose. Our own fate. And mine… mine is to be a conqueror. That is my joy."

He pointed at Scott, his voice filled with pure contempt.

"So stop whining and FIGHT ME, YOU COWARD!"

The laughter died. The moment stretched.

Scott slowly lowered his hands. His face was unreadable.

Then, he exhaled.

"I had this terrible idea. That if I just talked to you… you'd see the error of your ways."

Super Scott smirked.

"Yeah, sounds like a terrible idea alright."

Scott's expression sharpened. He planted his foot forward as his right fist tilted slightly to the side.

His eyes glowed.

"But you and I both know better. We both know there's only one thing you understand…"

Super Scott barely had time to react.

A golden flash. A shockwave.

Scott's fist drove so deep into Super Scott's stomach that it tore through him—his fist visible from behind his back.

Super Scott's eyes went blank for a split second.

The sheer force of the attack shattered the ground beneath them, sending a deafening shockwave through the void.

Before he could even process the pain, Scott vanished.

Super Scott clutched his stomach, dropping to his knees.

His entire body trembled. And then, he screamed.

"YOU BASTARD! COME BACK HERE AND FIGHT ME!"

His roar shattered the silence, but Scott was already gone.

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Earth Two — The Aftermath

Scott stood motionless.

Lady Fortress lay before him, lifeless.

His expression was empty, yet his bloodied fists trembled with frustration.

"I've already trapped Super Scott on Earth 999… sealed the dimensional barriers… destroyed the SIST devices… he won't escape that dead universe."

His voice was hollow.

"And yet… I don't feel at peace."

Slowly, he kneeled beside Lady Fortress.

His breath was unsteady. His fingers curled into fists, then unclenched, then clenched again.

And then, with a trembling voice, he whispered—

"System… I know it's probably impossible… but is there any way to bring her back?"

Silence.

A silence so deep it felt like it could swallow him whole.

Then—

[Solution to saving Lady Fortress has been acquired. Would the host like to know?]

Scott's breath hitched. His heart pounded.

"YES!" he shouted.

And for the first time in what felt like forever… hope sparked in his dead eyes.

[Cortians possess unique characteristics that make them more versatile and adaptable across galaxies. Cortians are born with a dual-phase physiology, allowing them to adapt to different star systems. The energy they draw from stars transforms their biology, making them more powerful based on the type of star they are exposed to.]

Scott nodded as he rocked Fortress gently in his arms.

[In the Andromeda Galaxy, under the intense radiation of blue giant stars, Cortians exist in their true, most powerful form: towering, ethereal beings of pure energy with godlike abilities.]

[However, when they enter star systems like our Solar System, under the influence of yellow dwarf stars (such as our Sun), their physiology shifts into a more human-like form to better interface with the life forms and environments there.]

[This shift not only enhances their ability to interact with humans but also gives them access to a different set of powers unique to the Solar System's energy. Despite appearing more human, they retain their near-invincible traits.]

On any other day, Scott would be starving for more of this xenobiology class — but there were more important things.

"So… what do I do…?"

The answer was straightforward.

[Create a green star.]

"A green star?"

He repeated in confusion.

"You're telling me I can bring her back… with a star?"

[Affirmative. Green stars possess the unique property of reversing entropy within Cortian physiology. Even if all that remains of a Cortian is a fragment of bone, the energy of a green star can reconstruct them.]

Scott swallowed. His hands trembled slightly.

"But creating one… it'll reset everything?"

His voice was tight, his throat dry.

"All my evolutions? All the power I've gained?"

[Correct. Your physiology will revert to its default state. All enhancements, all adaptations—you will lose them. You will become as you were before your first evolution. Is this what you want?]

Scott clenched his jaw.

He glanced down at Lady Fortress — her once indomitable presence reduced to this fragile, vulnerable state.

He had fought, bled, and evolved to survive. Every new star system he passed through had pushed him beyond his limits, shaping him into something greater, something more than human.

His adaptability had made him a warrior. A survivor.

And now, he was being asked to throw it all away.

For her.

His mind told him this was reckless.

His instincts screamed that this was suicide.

But his heart?

His heart had already decided.

Scott exhaled sharply as a wry smirk tugged at his lips.

"Tch… shitty choice. Either I keep everything and lose her, or I start from zero and get her back."

He rocked Lady Fortress gently, brushing a strand of her golden hair away from her face. She had always been the strongest, always the one who carried others.

But this time… she needed him.

And he wouldn't let her down.

He inhaled deeply, feeling the raw, untamed energy pulsing within his evolving genes. A green star… It wasn't just about willpower. It was about sacrifice. Creation on this scale demanded something equal in return.

"Alright, System…"

Scott muttered, his voice steady now.

"Tell me how."

[Channel your evolving genes. Focus on the core of your being. You must compress all your accumulated adaptations into a singularity and ignite it. The result will be a green star. However—]

"Yeah, yeah…" Scott cut in. "I know the consequences."

He closed his eyes.

Then, he reached within himself.

His body began to heat up, every cell vibrating as his genetic structure responded to the command. He could feel the pull, the resistance—every ounce of power he had ever gained fighting against being stripped away. But he pushed forward, compressing it all into a single point, forcing his essence into the threshold of collapse.

The space around him trembled. The air distorted.

Then—

A blinding burst of emerald light erupted from his chest, spiraling upward, expanding, growing, until the darkness of Earth was swallowed whole by its brilliance.

A green star was born.