Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine Chapter 190: Next Challenge!

With most of the first challenge over, Luminyss couldn't help but revel in the delicious drama and entertainnt she'd orchestrated. Of course, she had been careful — very careful — to exclude certain individuals who would absolutely ruin the fun.

Miss rcury? Gwen rcer? Nadia Al-Rashid?

Oh, hell no.

Luminyss already knew Scott would be forced to give them absurdly high scores, and that would just ss up all the delightful chaos. That wouldn't do at all.

With a casual snap of her slender fingers, reality twisted, and in an instant, the planet-sized stadium was no longer where it once was. The entire massive construct had been transported to a distant galaxy, now floating ominously above a strange new world.

Seated upon his throne, Scott blinked in confusion.

He slowly touched his throat, then his chest, then his entire body, his brows furrowing in deep perplexity.

His voice ca out hesitant, disoriented.

"Uh… woah. How can I breathe here?"

At first, it seed like a normal question—after all, he wasn't in the usual stadium anymore, nor was he on the familiar planet where he'd been breathing his usual air.

But no, that wasn't why he asked.

The planet beneath him…

It was terrifying.

Toxic gases swirled in massive clouds, its entire atmosphere a grotesque cocktail of lethal compounds. The land itself seed alive, a shifting mass of semi-molten silica, vast plains of shimring glass fracturing and reforming like living ice.

Scott gulped. "Where the fuck am I?"

As if on cue, a familiar voice—one he hadn't heard in what felt like forever—resonated in his head.

[You are on Ilia V.]

Scott's eyes widened.

"Oh…? SYSTEM!"

A bright smile appeared on his face.

[Planet Classification: Hyperthermic Silicate World (Class IV-HS)]

[Location: Gombors Quadrant, Mossil Galaxy]

[Orbital Characteristics: 4th planet in the Ignis Triad System (three red dwarf stars locked in a resonant orbit)]

[Atmosphere: Superheated silica vapor, sulfur dioxide, and ionized tal particulates.]

[Surface Composition: 78% molten silica glass seas, 15% crystallized obsidian continents, 7% floating slag-bergs (solidified lava rafts)]

That was a lot to take in at once.

Scott lifted a brow.

"Hm?"

But the System didn't seem to be finished.

[This ancient world was forged in the heart of a dying stellar nursery, where three red dwarfs bathe its surface in relentless infrared radiation. Its crust is an ever-shifting mosaic of semi-molten glass.]

Scott took a deep breath, shaking his head in awe.

"Damn… That's actually kinda cool."

He exhaled, smirking.

"Kinda reminds of those planet-sized factories from Star Conflicts—you know, the Makers? The ones the Draxans used to build their bio-chanical war machines during the Convergence War."

Just then, as if sensing the rise of Scott's inner nerd, a holographic screen popped up in front of him, revealing none other than Jake, who imdiately lit up.

"RIGHT—?! Bro, that's why Star Conflicts is PEAK. I still rember that part where David Earthwalker had to team up with those evil Federation scientists to create that giant satellite cannon that used stellar energy to blow one up… ahh, what was it called again?"

Jake snapped his fingers, deep in thought—though the three fat-chested insectoid females draped over him were clearly distracting him. They clung to him with their inhuman tongues and ran their strange, insectoid limbs across his body.

Scott visibly recoiled.

"Uhm…"

He tried not to gag.

"It was called the Zenith Cannon."

Jake's eyes lit up.

"Ohhh yeahhh, that's what it was! Man, what a scene—"

But before he could finish, he smirked and pulled the alien won closer.

"Anyway, speaking of peak, dude, what do you think about my la—"

Scott didn't even let him finish.

Instantly, he tapped on the screen, shutting the hologram off like his life depended on it.

He exhaled, grabbing his chest.

"Jesus Christ… that was so gross."

And then, without warning—

FWOOOSH!

Two figures appeared above him.

Luminyss, with her ever-mocking grin, and Brigid—who, the mont she laid eyes on him, bead so brightly it was like the toxic skies of Ilia V didn't even exist.

"AHAAHAHA! Lord Nightwatch!"

Brigid squealed as she floated down and plopped herself onto his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world. She wrapped her arms around him, snuggling in with pure, unrestrained affection.

"I'm soooo glad I can hug you again! I missed you SO SUPER MUCH while I was gone!"

Scott, still sowhat lost, blinked at her.

"Uh… gone where exactly? Since when could you fly?"

Brigid tilted her head, pressing a thoughtful finger against her chin, humming like she was solving complex calculus.

"Uhm… Well, Big Sis Lumin says I could always do it and all I had to do was just think? Like, I just imagine myself sitting on an invisible cloud and—tadaaa! Floating!"

Very suspiciously, Scott glanced at Luminyss, who simply smirked.

It made sense. A higher-dinsional entity like her would obviously know the extent of Brigid's abilities… but that only made Scott more wary.

The Black chanica had been after Brigid long before he even knew about her. And now, seeing her unlock more of her potential… Scott's expression darkened as he shut his eyes, calming himself. He had tried to stop thinking about the Black chanica. But sohow, so way, everything always led back to them.

Brigid imdiately noticed the shift in his mood, and her face fell into a worried pout.

She gazed up at him, concerned.

"Is my liege okay…?"

Scott sighed, then gave her a small, reassuring smile, then patted her head. She instantly giggled, rubbing her head against his hand like a puppy.

Luminyss, watching this, rolled her eyes with an exaggerated smirk.

"Yes, yes, very touching…"

She said with a heavily sarcastic voice.

"But let's get back to what REALLY matters — THE HAREM GA SHOW!"

With a dramatic flourish, she threw out her arms, and in an instant—

BOOM!

A massive explosion of pink smoke erupted, and suddenly, all nineteen contestants materialized onto a massive floating platform.

And almost imdiately, chaos erupted.

Bella Trevors let out a deep sigh, rolling her eyes.

"God, I can't believe we're still doing this. When I put 'traveling' on my bucket list, this wasn't what I had in mind. So shithole planet? Seriously?"

In response, one of the aliens in the stadium shouted.

"BLONDIE, DON'T LET THE VITREANS HEAR YOU!"

"YEAH, THEY'RE NOT SO FRIENDLY, Y'KNOW?"

But Bella didn't understand what they ant.

She rolled her eyes and stared at her smartphone screen and furiously started to text Morgan.

[Bella: Grrr, Morgan?! Where the fuck are you? And why the hell does my network not fucking work!]

She was so irritated.

However, Judy Cho shrieked in absolute excitent.

"YEEEEE! This is definitely not Earth! Another one for the newspaper!"

She began taking picture after picture with her phone.

Miss rcury and Gwen rcer stood off to the side, utterly confused.

rcury sighed dramatically.

"I can't believe they didn't even let flash my panties for my beloved. I wouldn't even mind showing Scott my panties after a brutal period."

She gave Gwen a side-eye.

"And I have, really… brutal periods. Like there's so much blood everywhere you think it's ketchup."

Gwen twitched, almost judging rcury for her absolute shalessness… but then, a certain tank top appeared in her mind, and she hesitated.

"… Hrmm. It's not… THAT bad."

But then, just as rcury was about to respond, she suddenly froze. Her gaze snapped toward two figures she hadn't noticed before. Her eyes widened.

"…Wait a second."

She squinted.

"Is that… Pulsar? And—wait—Nadia?"

She shook her head, utterly bewildered.

"… What the hell?"

Miss rcury was already marching toward the two as her boots clinked against the tallic platform as she prepared to confront them. Her mind raced, trying to piece together the absurdity in front of her.

Nadia? Here? With Scott? That made no sense.

No way her best friend—the one she's known for years, the one she's shared all her secrets with—was in so kind of romantic entanglent with her boyfriend. That would be insane. Completely ridiculous. Surely there was so rational explanation for this. Because Scott McQueen? Romantic with all these won?

Ha. No way. Especially not Dog Girl.

That would be beyond delusional.

But then, just as she was about to demand answers, she noticed sothing else—Scott wasn't that far off. A new mission surged through her mind like an electric current.

She shot off in an instant, a bolt of lightning cracking through the smoky air as she streaked across the space between them. The wind barely had ti to react before she was there, standing before him, hands planted firmly on her hips as her amber eyes burned with frustration.

"Really?"

Scott's breath hitched, his body tensing at the sight of her. Shock flickered across his face—but so did relief. It had been hours since this ridiculous ga show started, and only now did he get to see her again.

"Uh…" Scott coughed. "Sorry, I'm just—"

Miss rcury didn't let him finish. In a blink, she was inches away, pressing a finger against his lips.

"Shhhh~"

She purred as a sexy smile showed on her lips.

"Let's skip the talking for now, 'kay? Just let work…"

Scott blinked. "Work? What do you a—?"

She leaned in, whispering—

"I have to show you my panties, of course."

Silence. Absolute silence.

Scott's brain flatlined.

rcury let out an indignant huff, hands already moving to unbuckle her utility belt.

"It's not fair, you know! All these other won get to flaunt their shaless panties, and I don't? That's so unfair! I refuse! If anyone gets to show you sothing scandalous, it should be !"

Scott opened his mouth, but words refused to form.

His mind had officially short-circuited.

rcury tugged at her tights.

She peeled them down her wide hips inch by inch.

"I didn't wear my special white lace ones today…"

She admitted with a sly smirk.

"… but the ones I have on are still pretty great. Been wearing them for quite so ti too, what with all that running… if you wanna see sothing truly shaless, you should get a good sniff of—"

SNAP!

In an instant, she was gone.

Teleported away. Just like that.

Scott barely processed what happened before he heard a furious voice ring out from the distance—

"FUUUUUUCK!"

All eyes turned toward the source—

Miss rcury, arms thrown up in frustration, standing amidst the group of won in Room A.

The other won barely even reacted.

Most of them were now immune to this nonsense.

Luminyss sighed, brushing a hand through her shimring pale hair.

"Alright, can we focus now?"

"LISTEN, BLUES CLUES!"

Bella Trevors suddenly snapped, stomping forward.

"So of us are done with this stupid ga! How about you send and my Scotty back to the Bahamas so we can enjoy ourselves, huh?!"

"YEAH!"

Irina cut in, arms crossed.

"I don't even want this Scott guy! Sure, he's hot, but he's also a Nightwatch hater! If he weren't such an ass, maybe—MAYBE—I'd give a damn about his stupid face!"

Luminyss barely even reacted. She snapped her fingers.

Two loud muffled sounds erupted as thick strips of duct tape magically appeared over Bella and Irina's mouths.

Luminyss yawned. "Boring…"

Then she paused, a thought flickering across her mind.

『Wait a minute… aren't these guys supposed to be around twenty in number or so? Oh, yeaaahhh… can't believe I forgot to add Amalie Andersen.』

She thought it over again.

『Yeah… better avoid that train wreck of a woman for now. Wouldn't want to ruin the 'progression' or whatever they called it these days.』

Shrugging off the thought, she focused back on the group.

"Okay, listen up, peeps! You're gonna have to take a chill pill, shut your asses up and FIT IN!"

Confusion rippled through the won.

Luminyss clapped her hands.

Instantly, the entire group was warped onto Slag-Bergs.

It was full of massive floating islands of cooled lava that hovered atop superheated gas.

"Observe."

Luminyss gestured to a strange, transparent, jelly-like structure that hovered midair. It pulsed and shifted, forming a hollow, man-sized triangular opening.

Then, in an instant, she transford into a perfect triangle and effortlessly slipped through the opening.

"SEE? FIT INNNN~"

She cooed as she reford back into her usual self.

Imdiate uproar.

"HOW THE HELL ARE WE SUPPOSED TO TURN INTO A DAMN TRIANGLE?!"

"This is so fucking dumb!"

"I AM NOT DOING THIS BULLSHIT! SINCE WHEN DOES GETTING ENGAGED TO A PROBABLY STUPID FUCK LIKE SCOTT MCQUEEN MATTER TO ?!"

Scott's face twisted. "HEY! I HEARD THAT!"

They ignored him completely.

Luminyss, on the other hand, simply smiled.

"Oh, and if you fail to do as I've asked, you'll fall into that weird, disgusting, gooey pit over there. It'll lt away all your clothes! Because why not?"

She winked at the cara.

"It's a neat elent I added… the natives might not really like that though…"

She lazily glanced toward a massive cage holding an entire civilization of silicate-based lifeforms—Vitreans. Their crystalline bodies shimred under the light and pulsed with barely contained rage.

Luminyss waved a dismissive hand.

"Chill out, guys. I'll release you after the ga, okay? Just give , like, five minutes."

The Vitreans hissed in furious protest.

Luminyss casually looked away… and whistled as she locked eyes with Scott.

He was staring.

Judging.

She chuckled nervously.

"I FRIGGIN' swear, this is all for a ga show! I'll release the planet after!"

Scott said nothing.

He just turned back to watch the inevitable show unfold.

Luminyss grinned.

This was going to be fun.