Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine Chapter 6 First Stream

Scott's heart raced as he jogged through the softly glowing streets of tro City.

His cloak trailed behind him and rged with the shadows, while the batons at his side buzzed softly with energy.

He took a quick look at his phone.

The counter on the screen was climbing higher.

[Current Viewers: 200… 400… 600…]

He swore under his breath.

This was happening.

People were actually watching him.

Strangers from across the world had sohow stumbled onto his stream, and now they were glued to their screens, waiting to see what would happen next.

Scott adjusted the mask over his face, a plain black fabric that covered most of his features, making him look a bit like the street-level vigilantes he admired as a kid.

But he couldn't decide whether to feel excited or scared.

The pressure was real, but what worried him more were the comnts pouring in on the side of the live stream.

[Yo, who's this guy? Discount Batman? LMAO!]

[Bro's about to trip and faceplant in the first five minutes]

[Bruh, you actually think you can do this? LMFAO!]

[Who the hell is this guy?]

[Oh great, another wannabe hero ( ﾟ ,_ゝﾟ) 10 bucks says he eats it on his first try]

[Bro looks like he raided a Halloween store]

[This is pathetic. I'm not tipping shit.]

[Wait, why does this cloak low-key look fire though?]

[I hope he fails so bad]

Scott winced.

This wasn't what he had expected at all.

He imagined people cheering for him.

『They're roasting alive… shit, I knew it… this was such a stupid idea, and on a school night? Co on!』

As he scrolled through the chat, his thoughts scrambled,

He was trying to keep up with the flood of comnts that ca in faster than he could read.

[Why does his mask look like a 5-dollar knockoff?]

[Is this for real? (゜-゜) This has to be a prank. I'm not sending a di until he actually does sothing.]

[Watch him get bodied by so random thug in 3… 2…]

Despite the hate, a few positive comnts trickled in, but they were quickly drowned out.

[Blud might actually be onto sothing… keep it up!]

[Alright, he's kinda cute under that mask, though. Anyone else think so? (;° ロ°) No? Just ? Kyaaaaah~]

[I dunno, guys, I'm here for it. Let's see where this goes]

Scott's throat tightened as he reached the corner of an alley and leaned against the brick wall to catch his breath.

His hands shook as he tried to work the interface on his phone, desperately looking for a way to mute the chat. But no matter what he did, the flood of comnts kept coming.

One viewer had even taken the liberty to start a poll:

「How long before he sses up?」

✢ 5 minutes: 64%

✢ 10 minutes: 21%

✢ Won't even make it to the scene: 15%

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"Great..."

Scott muttered, rubbing the back of his neck as his eyes scanned the map.

The red flashing dot signaled a robbery that was now only two blocks away, but his anxiety was starting to eat away at him.

『Alright, Scott… get it together. You wanted this.』

He adjusted his cloak, took a deep breath, and despite the pounding in his chest, he tapped the microphone button. He let his voice reach the hundreds… no, thousands of people watching now.

"Uh, hey… everyone. I see you're all, uh… yunno, enjoying yourselves, right?"

Scott's voice ca out way shakier than he wanted.

The chat exploded with laughing emojis.

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