Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine

[9] Viral Sensation

He muttered as he added it to his cart.

He browsed for a bit longer, then selected the [Basic Bodysuit Armor] to serve as his first layer of protection.

Lastly, Scott grabbed two healing patches to fix the worst of his injuries for 1,000 credits.

He hit the purchase button, and a soft chime echoed through the room. Before he knew it, the items appeared on his bed in sleek black cases.

"Awesome…"

More and more, the System impressed him.

[Credits: 0]

Scott reached out, eager to test out his new gear, but something caught his eye—a small, pastel-colored envelope laying on his bed, wrapped in a bright pink ribbon.

Maya.

He sighed.

The letter was undeniably cute, maybe too cute.

Scott hesitated for a moment, then picked it up and carefully untied the ribbon to peel open the envelope.

It was empty.

Scott blinked. Nothing? Not even a single word? He held it up to the light, flipped it over a few times, but there wasn't so much as a scribble inside.

He sighed again and shook his head with a wry smile.

"She didn't even bother to write anything, huh?"

Typical.

He tossed the empty letter onto his nightstand, where the pastel envelope looked out of place among the mess of gadgets and gear.

His body ached as he got up, groaning at the sick pain in his ribs.

Slowly, he shuffled to the bathroom.

━ ━ ━ ━

Scott stepped out of the bathroom, his hair still damp and sticking to his forehead. He grabbed a fresh healing patch from the sink and winced as he peeled the old one off his chest, exposing bruised skin underneath. Pressing the new patch down, it let out a soft hiss, sending a cool relief through his sore ribs.

He glanced at the mirror.

His face was worn, dark circles under his eyes showing just how tired he was… but he couldn't help but smirk anyway.

… BRRRRING!

His phone rang sharply on the nightstand.

He picked it up and glanced at the screen.

Aunt Tess.

Scott sighed then swiped to answer.

"Yeah, Tess?"

"You better not be sleeping, Scott! It's 7 a.m. and you have school. Don't make me come over there."

Her voice came through in a no-nonsense tone.

"I'm up, I'm up."

He pressed the phone between his shoulder and ear, pulling on a black hoodie.

"I'm fine too."

"You sound tired."

"I'm always tired…" Scott muttered under his breath.

"Don't start with me. Now get your ass to school."

The line clicked, and she was gone before he could get another word in.

Scott shook his head with a small smile, tossing the phone on his bed. He grabbed his backpack, slung it over his shoulder, and stepped outside into the cool morning air.