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 moment, 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 documents 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 slammed 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 something 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 mean 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 assume 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 some alien artifact. It was stacked with layer upon layer of dimensional spaces. Our last analysis indicated over ninety-nine higher-dimensional layers, Frill. Ninety-nine. And do you remember 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 blamed Nightwatch, he knew—deep down—that the blood of those victims was on his hands.

Not Nightwatch's. Not some 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 messing with that damn cube… all those people wouldn't have died. And worse…"

He shut his eyes.

The accusations. The media outrage.

The headlines damning Nightwatch for the carnage.

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

Dr. Frill took a tentative step forward.

"Then why not just tell the public the truth? That Nightwatch isn't to blame? That the parallel reality visitor came 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, mercenary 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 meaningless to him. What mattered was uncovering the truth hidden within the truth.

His parents didn't die in some 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 immediately 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 me… do you think I've made any real difference in the world? Or are all my innovations just distractions—something that blows people's minds for a moment but never truly immortalizes my name?"

Dr. Frill was caught off guard.

The question struck deeper than he expected.

For a moment, 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 meaning.

Dr. Frill smiled.

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

Isaac exhaled heavily.

"I see. So all I've done is meaningless. I create cars, and they're just called cars. I create revolutionary technology, and people only care about how it benefits them. Not me. Not how my non-existence would mean 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 me finish."

Isaac's gaze flickered up to him.

"Bringing new technology into the world isn't what makes someone truly immortal, Isaac. If you want your name to be remembered, if you want to leave something behind that no one else can erase, then you must do something 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 time in what felt like forever… he had something 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 loomed in the distance.

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

"Ladies and gentlemen, 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 moment passed.

Judy blinked.

"Uh, not that you guys are dumb, I mean—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 menace that had men 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 immediately bolted behind Pulsar and Nadia.

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

Meanwhile, Nadia glanced sideways at Pulsar.

She was a little curious.

"So…"

Nadia spoke with some 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 moment.

"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 mean? 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 someone a hero, even when he's not trying to be one. And I was stupid enough to leave him behind for something I thought was a better future."

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

Nadia remained silent for a moment 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 times, 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 me—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 media… 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 came 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 remember."

Nadia didn't say anything to that.

She didn't need to.

Pulsar had already figured it out herself.

Meanwhile, 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 me to take off my clothes? Or are you just going to watch me fail? Do you not want me as your beloved?"

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

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

Scott visibly recoiled in his seat. He refused to meet 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 assumed you already knew you had to… you know… take off your clothes…"

He muttered, looking away.

Miss Mercury, meanwhile, 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 women that look like they could crush his dick in bed. He's more into, you know, delicate beauties… like me 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 Mercury scowled.

"Jeez, Gwen, why are you giving me 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 came 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 emerged 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 Mercury scoffed, arms crossed.

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

Irina gave her a half-lidded stare.

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

Miss Mercury paused. Then frowned.

"…Wait, you admire me?"

Irina's face flushed red.

"I DID NOT SAY THAT!!"

Meanwhile, even Luminyss looked surprised.

"Uh… Ezel is clear. Next up… Nadia?"

Miss Mercury'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 Mercury's face turned worried for a moment.

『Please… tell me there is…』

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

『Please…』