Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine
Chapter 211 - 211: Resurrected Name

Vixen sat curled in her ergonomic chair, one slender leg crossed neatly over the other. Her arms — soft but toned — rested just beneath the curve of her chest, folded tightly like she was holding herself together.

The apartment was mostly quiet, except for the soft buzzing sound of her laptop and the low, steady chatter of Shadow's live stream still running in the background.

There wasn't much to do tonight.

Patrol was slow.

Nothing but false alarms and some drunk guy trying to challenge a bus to a fistfight.

Naturally, she ended up spending the entire evening glued to Shadow's stream.

Her brow was knit now, lips tugged down slightly.

Not the usual petty jealousy she'd been pulling faces over all night.

This time, it was something heavier.

A bead of sweat trailed slowly down her forehead.

She lowered her head as the soft rustle of her hair brushed over her shoulders.

"I know he should be fine!"

She exhaled sharply through her nose.

"He really should. But…"

Her voice trailed off.

Her eyes flicked back to the screen—he was still fighting, still smiling, still playing the hero.

Vixen frowned.

"I just don't think he's cut out for this…"

She sounded so bitter, more at herself than him.

"From celebrity to wannabe savior. What even is this?"

She leaned back slowly, arms folding again under the softness of her breasts with more tension this time. Her face soured like she'd bitten into something unpleasant.

"… But who am I to talk, huh?"

She chuckled bitterly.

"No one even takes me seriously as a hero unless I'm in fishnets doing a sexy pose. Sponsors only come knocking if I shake something on camera."

She closed her eyes and let her head fall back.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Her finger rhythmically struck her elbow.

Vixen inhaled and straightened up.

"Nope. Not gonna spiral."

She closed the stream and opened a new tab.

Threadit. Big mistake.

First post that popped up?

"The Love Triangle of the Year: Shadow, Rope Girl, and Deathmark???"

Vixen recoiled like she'd smelled sour milk.

"Oh, give me a damn break."

She threw her eyes off the screen, scowling and pouting at the same time.

"Seriously? I did a whole co-stream with him last month and not one person shipped us?"

She griped like a spoiled child.

"People even ship him with Marmot Man! Heck, fans even ship Nightwatch and Chairman Lymtos?!"

She threw herself back in her chair and let out a groan that came from the depths of her tired soul.

The ceiling above didn't answer her existential moaning.

She stared up at it for a long, quiet moment.

"… Nope. Not reading it."

She shook her head vigorously.

"Not gonna give it the satisfaction."

A pause.

"… Okay. Ma-, Maybe just a peek."

And with the desperation of a woman clinging to the last glass of water in a desert, Vixen sat upright and scrolled through the post with wide eyes and sharp pupils.

Her fingers swiped like her life depended on it.

Her mouth twisted the further she read.

[Relationship Megathread] Let's unpack the Triangle of Madness: Rope Girl x Nightwatch x Deathmark

[u/FanficDiplomat]

13.2k upvotes | 6.1k Comments

[Deathmark is certifiably insane but her obsession with Shadow/Nightwatch feels less like a fetish and more like a broken coping mechanism.

Rope Girl? She's not just cold—she's guarded. But she cares. You could see it when she said "We'll come back for her." That wasn't strategy. That was attachment. 🤷‍♂️

Meanwhile, our guy Shadow's just trying not to die or get canceled LMAOOO 😆]

[u/BurntToastOfLove: Deathmark is like a yandere with medical knowledge. Scary, but probably got a PhD in psychology from hell. I would like to think she knows a way to make a man so hard during sex that they don't nut too early, like she's so freaky it turns me on 😆]

└ [Yeah, look at the way she sucked his fingers, straight tongue, NO TEETH 🤤 I want next!]

└ [I want Deathmark to spit in my mouth! 🔥🔥]

└ [Do you think Shadow is gonna stream having sex with Deathmark after THIS stream? If he did, he'd probably post it on Patreon or something, so I really hope he does. Sure, it's a little perverted to think like this, but I just wanna see how Deathmark takes it in bed 😅]

└ [Dawg, what are these comments 💀]

└ [And why do they have so many upvotes???]

[u/ZoexNightwatchTruthers: Rope Girl's feelings are real. Watch the way she looks at him post-fight. That glance? That was guilt. She thought she let him down.]

└ [Rope Girl has zero feelings for him, I just think she doesn't know how to process emotions well and just plays along with whatever Shadow throws at her.]

└ [FR! Rope Girl is an independent woman! She doesn't need to have a man in her life to get stronger, so yes, I do think that she has zero feelings for him. To be honest, even if she did, I'd be disappointed in her choices! Imagine choosing a man that wants to wear "soaked" underwear like a mask 🙄 like how much more shameful can you get!]

└ [FR, women are not safe enough! If you guys couldn't see it, Deathmark obviously felt threatened!]

└ [It's always the fridge 🤦‍♂️]

└ [I feel you bro 🥀]

[u/CakePhysicsEngaged: Shadow's cheeks are distracting the fandom from the fact he's losing control. His gear's compromised. His team's unstable. He's emotionally compromised. This man is hanging on by his jockstrap.]

[u/NutInMyMouth: Shadow and Deathmark are the best couple we'll ever see tbh. I hope Shadow becomes an official superhero so he can take her to the Superhero Awards Event that'll be taking place in December!]

└ [Hrmm, yeah, but I liked Witch for him. There's just this feeling that entices me when a strong man is handling a petite lady like Witch! It's so hot 🔥]

└ [Well, Witch is technically the baddest in the squad]

└ [That title belongs to Rope Girl, lil bro 🤷‍♂️]

└ [Rope Girl fans always be overrating her. Sure, she has a nice ass and all, but let's not act like she's not 33 years old and counting, she's pretty much dust 🤢]

└ [Can we start saying this about Miss Mercury too?]

└ [Bruh, she's like 23 or sum 💀]

└ [Not young enough]

└ [💀💀💀]

･･･

By the time she hit the end, her head flew back like she'd been shot and she screamed—

"FUCK THIS!! (￣^￣)ゞ"

Her fists clenched so hard her knuckles popped.

"So that's what we're doing now?"

She raged, teeth gritted.

"Just pretend like I didn't exist? Like I wasn't one of the first people he started working with when he blew up? Yeah, okay. Cool. Cool-cool-cool."

Vixen sucked in a deep breath as her chest rose dramatically, and exhaled like a war general trying not to cry before battle.

Her eyes locked back on her screen.

She switched tabs. Shadow's image filled her monitor.

And just like that, her whole face changed.

Eyes softened.

Her lips quivered into something like a smile.

Her fingers reached out and gently traced along the screen, his face, his expression frozen in mid-laugh.

"Figures… (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧"

She whispered with affection.

"The one time I let myself like someone again, it has to be someone who's too wrapped up with every other woman to even look twice."

She bit her lip, smiling against her will.

"And the worst part? The more I try to get over it… the more he somehow gets hotter. Like—why?!"

KRRRRRK.

The door cracked open.

"Hey, what're y—"

BLAM!

Vixen SLAMMED the laptop shut with enough force to shake the table. Her whole body jolted, her tail puffed up like a startled raccoon, ears upright and twitching in panic.

Foxgirl stood at the door with a lifted brow.

"… Is everything alright?"

"Uhhh—yes! Yes! All good!"

Vixen replied in one long breath, not even daring to turn her head.

Foxgirl blinked.

"Right. Well… there's food. If you're hungry."

DUM.

The door shut again. Silence.

Vixen pressed her palm against her chest, breathing heavily like she'd just survived a heist.

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Meanwhile, in Judy Cho's apartment…

Chaos.

Takeout boxes.

Scattered notes.

Threadit posts open on three different monitors.

Judy sat in the middle of it all wearing nothing but her tight underwear and an oversized tee that was so overworked it slouched dangerously off one shoulder. Her thick-rimmed glasses were crooked, her hair up in a messy bun that was clearly giving up halfway through its job.

Her ceramic bowl of chicken soup was more chicken than soup and she was shoveling it in like she hadn't eaten all day.

"Alright!"

She shouted around a mouthful.

"Time to write the damn article."

She grabbed her pen and notepad, already scribbling.

"I don't even like that idiot, but let's be real—he's the closest thing we've got to Nightwatch. We need someone like that. A hero who punches hard and says hi to the neighborhood kids. That's him."

She sniffed, pushing her glasses back up.

But then…

A post caught her eye. She paused. Scrolled. Frowned.

"Ugh. This again…"

It was an old Threadit post on the Penis Hunter.

"First guy I actually like in forever, and he's out here making out with some freaky space chick?"

She gagged.

"Gross."

She lifted her hands like a guilty criminal.

"NO. Nope. I said I'm over it. Said it a hundred times. Not going back to that. I'm an investigative reporter. He's the article. Period. I'm not gonna let another man take up all of my time only to toss it in the bin."

She forced a grin that looked like it was held together with duct tape and denial.

Back to scrolling.

Post after post. Comment after comment.

Judy was nodding vigorously now.

She wrote down points, connected dots, spun conspiracies only she could see.

Then she hit one post that made her freeze.

"Is Shadow… Nightwatch?"

Her head whipped up.

"Hah!"

She barked like a wild dog.

"No way in hell. Same goals, sure—but Nightwatch fights like a ghost made of knives. Shadow's still getting beat up by rookies with laser bats."

She folded her arms with smug satisfaction.

"Let's not insult Nightwatch like that, alright? Geez."

She sighed and stretched back in her chair, staring at the flickering monitors.

"Still… wouldn't that be something."

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INT. SUBLEVEL 7

Most of the emergency lights had burned out, leaving just a dull red glow in the ceiling. It flickered now and then, slow and steady—like a heartbeat, but one that felt like a warning.

A weak-breathing Rope Girl was slumped behind a row of inactive data servers.

She looked broken and exhausted.

She pressed her palm hard against her wounded side and grunted like an animal.

"Shit… they hit hard enough to crack my armor…"

She whispered to no one.

"I don't even think I can stand right now…"

Blood trickled between her fingers. Her sleek suit—torn at the hip—clung to her skin, revealing bruises blooming in the shape of monstrous fists. She winced, gritting her teeth as another wave of pain rippled through her body.

[Livestream Chat: 3.1M viewers]

[Wait she's actually HURT hurt]

└ [bro this ain't cosplay injuries]

└ [I don't like seeing my queen like this 🥺]

[Yo someone CALL BACKUP they finna get clapped!!]

[SHADOW'S NOT EVEN GEARED WTF]

[HOW IS THIS EVEN FAIR?! 😡🤬]

└ [I mean, they're dealing with villains 🤷‍♂️ you'd have to be pretty stupid to expect fair play.]

└ [The Terror Twins actually rocked their shit]

└ [NEW NAME ALERT! 🔥🔥🔥]

└ [Too soon dude 💔]

[This can't be the end y'all. I REFUSE.]

･･･

Shadow stood a few feet away, back to the wall, silent.

He listened.

No footsteps. Not anymore.

But that silence? It was worse.

It meant the Terror Twins were hunting now.

Their primal growls had turned into low, animalistic breaths echoing up the shaft.

He hadn't forgotten the feeling of Jane's elbow caving into his ribs. No armor. No gear. Just flesh. And yet… his body didn't feel broken. It felt alive. Pulsing. Like it was adapting.

Just like Earth Two. Just like the Mega Man fight.

Shadow clenched his jaw.

『That's not gonna help. I can't just hope for her to beat the living shit out of me and hope to evolve. No, no, that's not a strategy. That's a suicide note.』

He almost felt like falling asleep—for now at least.

『What do I do? Ma-, Maybe I can get Rope Girl and me to split up—that way, I can build a generator. If it works, it'll release a counter-energy field to cancel out the anti-nanite generator's effects.』

He shook his throbbing head in pain.

『No, no, there's not enough time…』

He flexed his hand — no technophage.

『FUCK! I need the Anti-Disaster Suit…』

The blue nanite glow was gone, suppressed by the anti-nanite field humming through the walls.

He exhaled a breath of frustration through gritted teeth.

There was one thing left.

Behind him, Rope Girl groaned and pulled out a small comms device as her thumb trembled while she activated it.

"I'll try to call for backup…"

She was in severe pain, but still somehow calm.

"But… by the time they get here, who knows what'll be left of us…"

She coughed harshly as blood flecked her lip.

[Nah man this is bad bad 😔]

[Rope Girl hurt?? NOOOO]

[SHADOW STILL HAS NO GEAR WTF 😡]

[Is anyone else getting PTSD from when the last S-rank died on a live news report??]

[Not me watching this at work and about to cry in the breakroom 😭😭]

[Pls tell me he's got a trick up his sleeve]

└ [I really don't have that much faith in him atp 💔]

└ [This is why you don't fight Terror Twins without plot armor. Just saying🤷‍♂️]

└ [Bro has NO armor right now 😭]

└ [Y'all are acting like Terror Twins was a thing before now 🙄 so fucking annoying]

･･･

Far below, the booming voice of Trickshot erupted through the echoing shafts.

"FIND THEM ALREADY!! I WANT THEIR HEADS!!"

The walls shook with a reverberating BOOM.

Then another.

The pounding of the twins' footsteps—faster, frenzied.

Metal scraped like claws across the bulkheads.

Rope Girl flinched. Shadow didn't move.

He gave her a side glance. Quiet. Cold.

His heart pounded. Not in fear. In resolve.

He closed his eyes.

"… I don't have a choice."

More than anything, he'd wanted to stay dead.

Wanted the name Nightwatch to be buried for good.

『Until I was ready to bring him back…』

But that dream died the second Jane elbowed him through a concrete wall.

He turned to Rope Girl again and muttered—

"I'm sorry it has to be like this. I was hoping… next time we met, I'd be stronger. Ready."

He reached up slowly…

And removed the panties from his face.

Still kept his head turned away from her, though.

She blinked.

"… Next time we meet? We're here now, genius."

He shook his head.

"No. I'm not talking about Shadow."

A sudden flash of blue light surged beside him.

From the ripple of bent space, a black face mask materialized in his hand.

He slapped it over his mouth.

Then—FWOMP!—a metal case blinked into existence with a hiss of cold steam. It opened automatically with mechanized precision to reveal a sleek bodysuit nestled in its core.

The ATAM VI.

Shadow didn't hesitate. He stepped into it.

The moment the collar sealed to the neck unit, the suit's lines blazed with electric blue, tracing circuits of raw energy across the form-fitting gray and black plating.

It fit like a second skin. Tactical. Sleek. Beautiful.

Rope Girl's eyes widened.

Her mouth opened slightly.

"… No. Wait—wait, you're—"

Nightwatch stood up fully now.

Sharp posture, tall figure, squared shoulders.

He pulled the discarded pink panty and slipped it into a secure pouch on his belt.

CLICK!

He adjusted his gloves and tightened the sleek cuffs with two smooth tugs.

Finally, he adjusted his messy black hair with two fingers, turned back halfway, and gave her the coldest, most casual side-eye she'd ever seen.

"… I'm Nightwatch."

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[BREATHE. EVERYONE BREATHE.]

[I KNEW IT. I FRIGGIN CALLED IT.]

[THIS STREAM IS GOING DOWN AS THE BEST IN HISTORY AND YOU CAN'T AGRUE IT! 🔥🔥]

[YOU'RE TELLING ME THE GUY IN DEATHMARK'S PANTIES IS NIGHTWATCH??]

[Posting this on r/SuperStreamTheories ASAP!]

[Bro. I went to pee. I MISSED THE REVEAL.]

└ [Dawg, it was so dope I nutted 😩]

└ [FRRR, it's all over my screen 🤤]

[HE WENT FROM SHADOW TO SHADOW DADDY!]

[Suit-up scene got me feelin' things…]

[The way that bodysuit HUGS him??? Pause 🖐️]

["I'm Nightwatch." — 2045's quote of the year]

━ ━ ━ ━

INT. FOXGIRL'S LUXURY HOME

A fork clattered to the floor.

Vixen's salad bowl tilted on her lap.

Her eyes were wide, lips parted in silent disbelief.

Her hands trembled slightly over the keyboard.

"… No… no way…"

She blinked. The man she was crushing on… and the hero she looked up to? They were the same person?

"There's no way I didn't see this…"

Her body started vibrating.

"I went on a patrol date with Nightwatch…"

She blinked harder.

"… Wait, I've flirted with Nightwatch──?!"

She screamed into a pillow.

━ ━ ━ ━

INT. JUDY'S APARTMENT

Judy returned to her screens with a glass of water.

She took one sip. Then—

CRASH.

The glass shattered on the floor.

She just stood there, staring.

Her lips parted.

"… No."

That was all she could say.

━ ━ ━ ━

INT. SUBLEVEL 7 – BACK IN THE ROOM

Rope Girl just stared at Nightwatch as the electric blue lines of his suit glowed softly in the darkness.

"I have so many questions…"

He gave a small shrug.

"Save them."

"…"

Another ATAM VI case appeared in front of Rope Girl.

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