Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine Chapter 193: Need For More

The glass shattered before Dr. Frill could even blink.

Isaac Volkner.

He was a man known for his composed and ruthless brilliance, but in this mont, he was anything but composed. He was a storm of fury, a man possessed. His office had been reduced to a war zone of broken monitors, overturned furniture, and docunts fluttering like dead leaves in a violent tempest.

And yet, Dr. Frill remained standing in the center of it all, arms stiff at his sides, shoulders slightly hunched.

He'd been through disasters before—Nero Labs had burned to the ground with him in it—but this? This was different. He wasn't sure if he had stepped into the lair of a corporate genius or a madman on the edge of a breakdown.

Still panting like a beast, Isaac slamd both palms onto his desk as his fingers dug into the wood. His suit was rumpled beyond recognition, his tie loosened to the point of falling, and his usually sharp, authoritative gaze was filled with sothing far more unsettling—pure, undiluted mania.

Dr. Frill cleared his throat. "But, uhm—"

"SHUT UP!"

The words cracked through the room like a gunshot.

Dr. Frill instantly shut his mouth, his head lowering slightly in submission.

"Apologies, sir… I didn't an to speak out of turn."

Isaac groaned and dropped into his chair, rubbing his temples as if trying to physically squeeze the chaos out of his mind. His fingers tapped against the desk, erratic, impatient, on the verge of breaking yet another object. Then, with a breath that was more growl than sigh, he muttered—

"The box is missing."

Dr. Frill blinked.

He knew exactly what box Isaac was referring to.

"Of all the things that could've gone missing, it just had to be that… and do you know what makes it worse?"

Dr. Frill, wisely, did not answer.

"We've already had a visitor from a parallel reality looking for it. If it's truly missing, do you have any idea just how much trouble we might have put the world in? Maybe even the universe—?!"

Dr. Frill hesitated, then, in an attempt to lighten the mood, chuckled weakly.

"Ahaha, surely jest. You can't just assu that the universe is in dan—"

Isaac's glare hit him like a bullet between the eyes.

"Are you stupid?"

Isaac spat.

"When we studied that box, we saw that it wasn't just so alien artifact. It was stacked with layer upon layer of dinsional spaces. Our last analysis indicated over ninety-nine higher-dinsional layers, Frill. Ninety-nine. And do you rember what happened when we tried to interact with it using sound?"

Dr. Frill gulped.

"We, uh… summoned a superpowered alien woman."

Isaac scoffed, leaning back and covering his face with his hands as his tired body visibly sagged under the weight of his thoughts.

"And worse…"

His fingers curled into his hair as he gripped tightly and reluctantly thought back—

Ezel's attack.

The devastation. The deaths.

Super Scott's rampage.

The destruction. The casualties.

He had seen them all, lived through the horrors firsthand, and yet, even as the world blad Nightwatch, he knew—deep down—that the blood of those victims was on his hands.

Not Nightwatch's. Not so overhyped hero's.

His.

"To be honest, Frill…"

Isaac whispered, his voice barely above a breath.

"Everything that's happened so far is my fault. If we had never started ssing with that damn cube… all those people wouldn't have died. And worse…"

He shut his eyes.

The accusations. The dia outrage.

The headlines damning Nightwatch for the carnage.

"People wouldn't be blaming Nightwatch for my cris."

Dr. Frill took a tentative step forward.

"Then why not just tell the public the truth? That Nightwatch isn't to bla? That the parallel reality visitor ca because of the box? It's not like you were recklessly tampering with it. You were trying to understand alien technology—it's human nature to want to evolve and—"

"No."

Isaac cut him off with a simple shake of his head.

Dr. Frill frowned. "But why?"

Isaac lifted a single finger. A silent command to drop it.

He couldn't tell him. He couldn't say that he was Xenon, the S-tier hero operating under the Hero Agency's jurisdiction. There were things he wasn't allowed to disclose. If he did, the Agency would send their agents—or worse, rcenary heroes like Rope Girl and her squad—to hunt him down.

And he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that they would win—they would kill him.

Isaac narrowed his eyes and his mind raced.

For now, he couldn't afford to die.

He still had unfinished business.

His sister. The truth behind his parents' deaths.

He didn't care about the hero label.

It was aningless to him. What mattered was uncovering the truth hidden within the truth.

His parents didn't die in so random power plant accident.

He pressed his dry palm against his damp forehead as he tiredly groaned. His mind felt like a hurricane of conflicting thoughts, growing louder and louder—

Then he exhaled sharply and looked at Dr. Frill.

"Frill…?"

The doctor imdiately straightened. "Y-, Yes, sir?"

Isaac tapped his fingers against the desk.

He hesitated, then asked—

"This is probably a stupid question… but from what you've seen of … do you think I've made any real difference in the world? Or are all my innovations just distractions—sothing that blows people's minds for a mont but never truly immortalizes my na?"

Dr. Frill was caught off guard.

The question struck deeper than he expected.

For a mont, it didn't feel like he was talking to a corporate titan or a scientific mastermind.

It felt like he was speaking to a lost soul.

A boy looking for aning.

Dr. Frill smiled.

"Well, I can't say whether what you're doing is right or if history will rember you. Many have tried to carve their nas into eternity and failed. There are simply too many people in this world. Not everyone can be rembered."

Isaac exhaled heavily.

"I see. So all I've done is aningless. I create cars, and they're just called cars. I create revolutionary technology, and people only care about how it benefits them. Not . Not how my non-existence would an the deletion of that benefit from their lives. Everything I have—this company—it was my parents' hard work. Not mine."

Dr. Frill's smile didn't fade. "You didn't let finish."

Isaac's gaze flickered up to him.

"Bringing new technology into the world isn't what makes soone truly immortal, Isaac. If you want your na to be rembered, if you want to leave sothing behind that no one else can erase, then you must do sothing no other scientist in history has done."

Isaac frowned. "And what's that?"

Dr. Frill's expression softened.

"Inspire others. Like a hero does."

Isaac blinked. "Inspire?"

"Don't just be the solution to people's problems. Be that final bastion of reason they believe the world can continue evolving. Maybe that's it."

Isaac stared down at his hands.

A slow sigh escaped his lips.

For the first ti in what felt like forever… he had sothing to think about.

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Silica V — Gombors Quadrant, Mossil Galaxy

Ezel stood tall on the bridge.

The atmosphere was charged.

The next obstacle lood in the distance.

But before anyone could fully take in the mont, a familiar voice broke through the silence.

"Ladies and gentlen, I bring you exclusive footage of none other than the infamous Ezel, the notorious Pontiach warrior, now standing right here in this intergalactic challenge! That's right, folks—aliens have abducted yours truly, Judy Cho, because my news is just that good!"

Judy held her phone up and recorded with the finesse of a seasoned journalist.

Her was sarcastic as always.

"Notice how Cat Brant isn't here? Yeah, that's right! You civilians will still open your mouths and say dumb shit like 'Cat is better,' but where is she now? Huh? Where's your so-called superior journalist?"

A mont passed.

Judy blinked.

"Uh, not that you guys are dumb, I an—you can say dumb shit without actually being dumb, you know? Hahah… Anyway! Back to the matter at hand, the Penis Hunter herself is here, folks! That's right! The nace that had n clenching their thighs a month ago has entered the arena!"

Ezel's head snapped towards Judy with the sharpness of a predator locking onto prey. The stare she shot was downright murderous. Judy let out a squeak—not unlike a rat caught in a trap—and imdiately bolted behind Pulsar and Nadia.

Pulsar stood with her arms folded, her expression calm and unreadable as she stared back at Ezel.

anwhile, Nadia glanced sideways at Pulsar.

She was a little curious.

"So…"

Nadia spoke with so casualness.

"Think you could take her in a fight?"

Pulsar shrugged, her posture relaxed but her words heavy.

"Ehhh… probably not."

That caught Nadia off guard. "What? You? Pulsar?"

Pulsar exhaled, looking down for a mont.

"I've— well, been kinda… rusty. And… I haven't really felt confident as a hero lately."

That quiet confession made Nadia pause.

Her gaze softened.

"Wait… what do you an? You've only been a hero for, what, a little over a year? And your big break was just a few months ago."

Pulsar hesitated before answering.

"Since the whole thing with Scott and Emma happened… I just… haven't been able to do much. I feel like I was a better hero when Scott was around. I don't even know what an ideal hero is supposed to be. But whenever I look at him… he just has it. He's got that thing that makes soone a hero, even when he's not trying to be one. And I was stupid enough to leave him behind for sothing I thought was a better future."

She lowered her head, mumbling, "It's stupid…"

Nadia remained silent for a mont before taking a slow, deep breath.

"Yeah… maybe it was stupid. Maybe it was a mistake. But that's because you're human."

Pulsar lifted her head slightly, eyes uncertain.

Nadia smiled mildly.

"People make mistakes. You've heard this a million tis, but there's this neat little trick called learning from them. That's what makes you the hero you want to be."

"… Oh."

Pulsar blinked, her face still dull.

"I see."

Nadia chuckled softly, then placed a very soft hand on Pulsar's shoulder.

"Tell —what do you think about that vigilante, Nightwatch? The one people call a terrorist?"

Pulsar furrowed her brows.

"I haven't thought much about him, but from what I've seen on social dia… he seems like the kind of person who could actually achieve what Scott always talked about."

"And what's that?" Nadia prompted.

Pulsar lowered her head further.

Her voice ca out quieter, almost pained.

"Being the best version of a hero you can be. Not one who sells themselves for money and attention… but the kind that's strong enough to inspire hope. Because when humanity is truly tested, that's the kind of hero people rember."

Nadia didn't say anything to that.

She didn't need to.

Pulsar had already figured it out herself.

anwhile, Ezel was still standing, arms crossed, gazing up at the floating throne where Scott sat.

A dangerous spark shone in her blue eyes as she spoke.

"My beloved Scott… are you not going to tell to take off my clothes? Or are you just going to watch fail? Do you not want as your beloved?"

If anyone else had said those words, they might have sounded lancholic. Maybe even tragic.

But because Ezel said it? It sounded like a threat.

Scott visibly recoiled in his seat. He refused to et her gaze—mostly because Ezel had the kind of eyes that made a man think she was about to rip his throat out and use it as a weapon.

"Uh… I just kinda assud you already knew you had to… you know… take off your clothes…"

He muttered, looking away.

Miss rcury, anwhile, was fuming.

Her eyes locked onto Ezel with pure hostility.

"The hell does this muscle-bound freak think she is?"

She muttered under her breath.

"As if Scott would even like won that look like they could crush his dick in bed. He's more into, you know, delicate beauties… like and Gwen."

She turned to Gwen. "Right, Gwen?"

But before Gwen could answer, her eyes landed on Dark Elf, who simply shook her head. Instantly, whatever eagerness Gwen had died, and she mumbled—

"Uh… who knows…"

Miss rcury scowled.

"Jeez, Gwen, why are you giving weak backups? What's wrong with you?"

"… I'm just a little tired… is all…" Gwen mumbled.

Before anyone could dwell on that, the next obstacle ca into view—a massive block with a hollow shape cut into it.

But before anyone could even register the specifics—

BOOM!

Ezel launched forward at blistering speeds, crashing through the block like a missile, tearing a gaping hole clean through it. She erged on the other side, completely unfazed, walking forward like the absolute beast she was.

Silence.

Then—

"Whoa." Gwen blinked. "Did she just—?"

"Yeah." Irina nodded. "She just busted through it."

Miss rcury scoffed, arms crossed.

"Oh, please. As if that's even impressive. A few monts ago I just supersped through it."

Irina gave her a half-lidded stare.

"rcury… I admire you, I really do. But even you have to admit—that was dope."

Miss rcury paused. Then frowned.

"…Wait, you admire ?"

Irina's face flushed red.

"I DID NOT SAY THAT!!"

anwhile, even Luminyss looked surprised.

"Uh… Ezel is clear. Next up… Nadia?"

Miss rcury's eyes narrowed.

『Finally. Finally…』

Now she could figure out what the hell her best friend was doing here.

Because this made no sense.

Hopefully… there was a logical explanation.

Miss rcury's face turned worried for a mont.

『Please… tell there is…』

She wasn't sure she could bring herself to forgive Nadia and Scott if her nightmares turned out to be true.

『Please…』