Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine-Chapter 210: Project: Juggernaut

Subterranean Level 13 – Mutagenium Core Lab

Inside the grimy underground lab that looked like it hadn't seen a cleaning bot in over a decade, a strange purple-skinned man stood hunched over a reinforced workstation. His wild gray hair fanned out like a madman's halo, and his thick goggles reflected the toxic red glow coming from a metal box he'd just opened.

This was Dr. Xercovium, resident genius, mutagenic terrorist, and unapologetic bastard.

He adjusted his hazmat suit with a raspy wheeze.

"In its natural form, Mutagenium is always a bright red crystal… saturated with Omega-grade radiation. Lethal, of course, to anyone whose Force-Gene hasn't awakened."

His voice had the kind of old, slimy crackle that made people uncomfortable.

Behind him, Cain and Jane silently moved heavy crates with robotic synchronicity. The metal clanked and echoed as they packed row after row of shimmering containment capsules into carbon-sealed crates.

Their lean, malnourished bodies could barely keep up.

Xercovium dragged a metal box to his center lab bench, flipped the latch, and a sharp red light bled into the room like hellfire escaping a coffin.

Inside were dozens of red crystals pulsing with unstable energy.

He reached in with tongs, carefully dropping one into a test tube filled with a viscous chemical.

"Now then…"

He said with a smile only a lunatic would wear.

"This blue reagent, codenamed [Neravax] will initiate a catalytic breakdown…"

He poured in the second chemical.

Instantly, the red crystal dissolved with a hiss, and the entire solution turned a luminous violet.

"Beautiful…" he whispered.

Next, he slotted the tube into a centrifuge.

It was a sleek, matte-black machine lined with faintly glowing glyphs.

"Ah yes, the Vortex-9… developed by the late Dr. Edgar and Helena Volkner. Not your grandma's centrifuge. No — this beauty spins at quantum-locked, relativistic speeds… stabilizing the chaotic molecular structure of Mutagenium with gravity-manipulating tech."

He flipped a switch.

The device hummed like a demon's heartbeat.

And then—

CLACK. The lab doors opened with a hiss of pressure.

Trickshot stumbled in, swigging from his liquor flask.

His jacket was half-unzipped to reveal a mesh-lined tactical vest.

"Oi, good news!"

He drawled in his thick British accent.

"That generator worked. Nightwatch's suit glitched like a bloody PowerPoint presentation."

"Fascinating…"

Xercovium muttered, not even looking up.

"And you've come here… why?"

Trickshot shrugged, leaning lazily on a workbench.

"Figured I'd see that famous spinny thing in action by now. You did say you'd be done with your dumb project before your limp-dick minions even finished packing."

Cain blinked. Jane did not react.

Xercovium scowled and tossed Trickshot a small metal pod.

Trickshot caught it with ease, then inspected it.

"What's this? Looks like a grenade for smurfs."

The doctor just cackled softly.

"Project: Juggernaut."

"Project huh…?"

"Using the centrifuge I developed myself… I was capable of anti-gene warfare."

Trickshot knew where this was going and rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, we know. And we're grateful. You were able to refine a compound that can temporarily strip Force-Gene abilities… and introduce a mutagenic neurotoxin that scrambles memory and reflexes."

So basically, it was Dr. Xercovium who created and gave Grave the red gas that temporarily took away all the superheroes' powers during that Black Industries tech event a few months ago at the Blue Garden Hotel.

And now, he's developed this [Project Juggernaut].

The doctor then spoke—

"That's a fun surprise that should help you take care of the nuisances above us…"

Trickshot whistled.

"Christ. Grave was right. You're even more messed up than I thought. I love it."

He holstered the sleek pod and slung his high-tech sniper across his back.

"Alright, you freaky noodle-arms!"

He said to the twins.

"You two are coming with me."

Cain and Jane followed without question.

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Sublevel 10 – Stairwell Maintenance Corridor

Shadow crouched low near the stairwell hatch, eyes narrowed as a glowing interface floated above his wrist.

"The nanite interference generator is just below us. I'm gonna take a wild guess and assume Trickshot's parked his drunk ass right there, waiting."

He turned, expecting a sharp response. Instead…

Silence.

He blinked. "Yo?"

He glanced behind—and groaned.

Rope Girl and Deathmark were both lagging behind.

And not because they were slow.

They were staring at his bare ass.

Rope Girl tilted her head with that same deadpan intensity of someone trying to identify a species of exotic bird. And as for Deathmark… she looked like she was watching the season finale of her favorite boy band reality show.

"Can you guys not?"

Shadow snapped as his hands moved to cover his butt.

"For the love of—focus!"

Rope Girl blinked, as if waking from a trance.

"You have a nice butt…" she said plainly.

Shadow's soul left his body for a moment.

"Kill me."

He muttered, pressing both palms to his face.

He tapped his earpiece to check the stream.

1.5 million live viewers.

He groaned internally.

『It actually makes sense that I have this many viewers right now—after all, someone like Rope Girl is on the stream. I'm just really hoping Gwen or Emma isn't watching. I have no idea how I'd even begin to explain why I'm standing here naked in front of two women… and why I have one of their panties on my face.』

His face soured like spoiled food.

『Who am I kidding, though? Emma's basically my biggest fan. Even if I don't save and upload the stream myself, she usually pre-records my streams just to watch them later. So yeah… she's definitely not going to be happy about this.』

He lowered his head in silent regret.

The chat exploded:

[Why is Shadow so caked up tho 💀]

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[One fart and it's over 💔]

[Bro that camera angle is CRIMINAL]

[Rope Girl said he has a nice butt??? canon W]

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[Yeahhh, she's oddly free around him]

[Shadow regretting all his life choices rn LOL]

[Bruh he's running tactical ops with panties on his face, this guy's a legend. 😭]

[STOP LOOKING AT HIS VIGILANTE CAKES DEATHMARK THEY NOT FOR YOU 🗿]

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Just then—

TOOOM!

A sniper shot rang through the corridor.

Shadow reacted on pure instinct.

His right hand snapped out as his nanites surged across his skin just in time—

KA-THOOM!

The bullet ricocheted, but the impact launched him backward, right past the two girls.

"NGHH!! FUCK!!"

He roared, gritting his teeth.

The kinetic shock still surged through his arm.

Deathmark gasped and rushed over, eyes wide.

"NIGHTY!!"

She dropped to a knee and inspected his arm.

The skin was swelling. Blood trickled.

Her fingers were shaking as she stared at the wound, like she thought it was her fault.

She looked really worried.

"You okay—?!"

"Y-Yeah… I'll live."

He winced again. Definitely not okay.

Deathmark brought his hand close and started moving her tongue in her mouth.

She looked like she was chewing something.

Suddenly, her cheeks turned an erotic color of pink — as if she was aroused for some reason.

Scott was very confused by this.

"Uh… what are you—?"

She opened her mouth.

It was full of thick, pearly saliva.

And then she stuffed his fingers into her mouth.

Shadow nearly arched back from the sensation.

"What the f—"

She began sucking like a woman possessed.

Loud slurping echoed through the corridor.

She moaned faintly, grinding her ass cheeks slightly against the floor as her body responded.

"Saliva's antibacterial…"

She said with a sticky pop.

"Lysozyme, lactoferrin… mmn… ❤️ boosts endorphins, mmmn… placebo effect. Trushhht me~"

She couldn't stop sucking, even while she explained.

Shadow's soul left his body again.

『This is the most scientific blowjob I've ever seen』

He couldn't even look at her.

Out of nowhere, the crazy girl who was obsessed with guns had turned into something else—like some wild animal, sucking on his fingers like they were candy.

That insane look in her eyes was still there, but now it was even more intense. Her cheeks were so red, Shadow could already tell she was completely turned on.

The chat imploded:

[Me NEXT 🙋‍♂️]

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[😭😭😭]

[Technically she's not wrong. human saliva has minor antibacterial properties. 🤷‍♂️]

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[Gooners will say and study anything just to defend fan service 😭]

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[You're enjoying tho, don't lie 😉]

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[Kek, of course I am. What am I, gay?]

[Bro she deep-throating his fingers?? I CAN'T]

[Can she treat me next pls]

[Ngl tho, why she slurp like a hentai girl?]

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[FR, her mouth game sound intergalactic 💀]

[Bro's fighting for his life and y'all down bad in 4K]

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When Deathmark finally finished, she gave his palm the wettest, nastiest lick she could. It was so messy that thick spit was left behind, covering the wound like some kind of sticky gel.

"There. Better?" she whispered.

Shadow blinked. "Uhm… thanks."

Saliva still clung between her lip and his hand as she wrapped it in a basic white bandage.

From the side, Rope Girl just stared at them.

"You two are disgusting."

Her voice was flat.

Deathmark turned and smiled with a flushed, drunk grin.

Shadow just sighed, shoulders slumped.

"Emma's definitely gonna see this… please let the next bullet hit me square in the skull."

Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap.

The slow, sarcastic applause echoed.

From the darkness, Trickshot strutted out with swagger as the malnourished twins dragged their feet behind him like broken corpses. The barrel of his high-tech sniper still hissed with heat, and he casually brought it to his lips to blow the last thread of smoke away with a smirk.

"Don't worry. Next time… I won't miss."

His lips curled in a lopsided grin.

WHRRR–CHK!

His cybernetic eyes rotated with a grinding mechanical whine to lock in a slow wink that sounded more like a drill bit scraping metal.

Shadow, Deathmark, and Rope Girl immediately tensed like wolves scenting blood.

They quickly took their respective combat stances.

Trickshot tilted his head, blinking audibly at Shadow.

His eyes dipped, lingered.

"Gotta say…"

Trickshot chuckled, tapping his sniper on his shoulder.

"Turning on that anti-nanite generator was the best call I've ever made. Now I can't stop thinking about using your nuts for Russian Roulette."

Shadow's lips curled like he'd just smelled sewer juice.

His fists remained held out, fists like stone.

Jane squinted to get a better look at the thick protein snack between Shadow's legs.

"Hhh… his penis is so big…"

She mumbled with a faint wheeze.

Cain's eye twitched.

"Tch—if I was fed better, mine'd be just as big, dammit!"

"Enough…"

Trickshot silenced them with a raise of his hand.

But Rope Girl wasn't having it.

ZING!

Her metal lasso whipped into her hand and stiffened like a blade as she held it with both fists.

Her eyes locked on Trickshot.

"I put you behind bars once…"

Her eyes narrowed like a feral hunter as she snarled.

"I'll do it again. You talk too much."

She launched.

WHAM!

Her foot caved into Trickshot's gut with so much force it knocked the air out of him.

"UHK──!!"

CRACK!

Her fist shot toward his skull, but Trickshot barely lifted his sniper in time to block it.

The hit still sent him sliding backward. Dust kicked up.

She didn't let up.

He was a long-range specialist. This was her zone.

WHAM! WHAM! POW!

Trickshot's body jerked with each hit. Blood spat from his lips like busted ketchup packets. He tried to counter, to parry, to dodge—nothing landed. Nothing worked.

Now he wasn't fighting Rope Girl. He was surviving her.

Shadow winced.

Deathmark whistled.

Cain and Jane both squinted and looked away, clutching their stomachs in shared sympathy.

[Livestream Chat: 2.1M+ viewers]

[He was talkin MAD spicy a minute ago LOL]

[Bro's organs just switched positions. 💀]

[He's a sniper not a brawler, this ain't fair!! Rope Girl was special forces!]

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[How my ranked opponents be complaining when I get ten consecutive wins on them]

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["He's a sniper" dies anyway 💀]

[Rope Girl's thighs could crack national security.]

[Her ass is bigger than America's national budget ✨]

[THIS IS CYBERBULLYING!! HE NEEDS BUFFS!!]

[I forgor what the plot was bc his thing was THANGIN]

[Why does the lean guy look jealous of his own sister looking at another guy's dick?? LMAOO]

[This fight choreography is NASTY… in the best way 🔥]

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"ARRRGHH!" Trickshot roared.

He tried to pull the trigger—point-blank.

But—CLANG!—Rope Girl's lasso whipped around his wrist and locked it down.

She yanked.

WHUMP!

Another kick sent him flying.

He rolled across the floor like a tossed duffel bag, leaving a streak of red behind. Somehow, he staggered up, waving his bloody arm like a maniac.

"TAKE THE STUPID SERUM ALREADY! DO IT!!"

The twins flinched.

Chest heaving, Rope Girl started walking toward them with fire in her eyes.

Trickshot pointed. "NOW!!"

Cain and Jane exchanged a glance.

Their hands were shaking as they pulled out their serum guns and loaded the canisters marked—

[Project: Juggernaut]

Deathmark's eyes narrowed.

"Wait… that color… that's from—"

"Black Stone…" Rope Girl finished coldly.

Shadow just blinked, utterly confused.

"What's Black Stone—?"

KSSHHHH!

They injected.

The serum hissed.

They dropped.

Then the screaming started.

Their bones cracked.

Their backs snapped into unnatural arches.

Skin peeled, shredded.

Muscles exploded like tumors.

Purple light pulsed from their eyes.

Their jaws snapped wide—inhumanly wide.

The twins were dying. No—they were becoming.

[HOLY SH*T THIS IS FNAF + TITAN + VENOM]

[Jane's nips are… tubes?? THEY'RE LEAKING????]

[Bro got THE ugliest glow up lmao]

[I'm conflicted rn.]

[This formula needs to be ILLEGAL. FDA would pass out.]

[They look like nightmares with gym memberships.]

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Cain and Jane rose—no longer human.

Grotesque, towering things. Muscle and violence wrapped in skin stitched by rage. Purple veins. Blackened eyes.

Milk even dripped from Cain's absurdly swollen nipples that now looked like pipes.

This was proof that the Juggernaut Serum was still very far from perfection.

[Yeah, I got a bro that would DO it. 💀]

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[Dawg, what? 💔]

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[That's a dude, NOOOOO]

[I'm surprised he's not lactating chocolate milk]

[This is quite UTTER-ly ridiculous!]

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[Heh, nice one]

[Nippulous Cage 😭]

[The twin towers 😭😭]

[Bro got AK-47 rounds on standby]

[Bro's the pectoral of Pinocchio]

[Bro's a single father 💀]

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ROOOOAR!!

"STAY BACK!"

Rope Girl screamed, flipping her whip into a staff with a SNAP! She bolted forward—

CRUNCH!

Cain's fist came out of nowhere.

She flew. Like a ragdoll slingshotted into concrete.

"ZOE!" Shadow screamed.

Jane turned.

BOOM… BOOM… BOOM…

Each footstep was a seismic thud as she charged Shadow and Deathmark.

Deathmark opened fire—tat-tat-tat!—but bullets bounced like spitballs.

"Do something!!" she shouted at Shadow.

He stared at his arm.

Tried to activate his technophage.

Blue tendrils twitched under his skin… then withered.

The generator was also affecting its nanites.

"Ugh! I've got nothing!!"

Deathmark sighed. "Don't worry, I got th—"

CRASH!

Jane speared her into the wall.

Deathmark's eyes rolled white.

She coughed blood.

Jane pounced.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Fists rained down like meat tenderizers.

Shadow lunged—grabbed Jane's arm.

Rope Girl returned—grabbed the other.

"RAHHHHHHH!!"

Jane threw an elbow—CRACK! Shadow flew again.

Rope Girl slapped an explosive on Jane's back, grabbed Deathmark, and dashed—

BOOM!

Jane stumbled, growling. Barely scratched.

Trickshot howled with laughter from the sidelines.

"THAT DOCTOR IS A GOD! LOOK AT THAT FORMULA GO!! BAAHAHA!"

Deathmark gently placed a hand on her broken nose, which was bleeding like a busted faucet. It looked brutal, but all she did was smile like a maniac with eyes wide open.

"She broke my nose…"

She yanked out a taser gun. ZAP!

Four cables injected into Jane's chest.

The volts kicked in.

Jane just… stared.

Then, she grabbed the cables and yanked Deathmark in like a toy on strings.

WHOMP!

Her hand wrapped around Deathmark's entire head.

Shadow and Rope Girl froze.

[I need this serum AND therapy]

[She's BUILT different and still getting folded??]

[Rope Girl better cook, or we're done for.]

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[The fact Shadow is so useless 🥀]

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[RIP my GOAT 😭✌️ Twas a good one]

[Who even are the good guys rn??]

[Cain just vibin. Jane's out here committing war crimes]

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Rope Girl cursed under her breath.

"Smoke out!"

PSSH! PSSH! PSSH!

Five smoke pellets hit the floor—exploding into thick plumes of gray.

"Shadow—come on!"

She grabbed his wrist. free𝑤ebnovel.com

"But—Deathmark!"

"We'll come back for her!!"

They disappeared into the smoke.

Trickshot stormed in, screaming like a lunatic.

"FIND THEM!!"

He was already boiling with frustration.

[Ain't no way this is how they lose…]

[Bro you're like 0 for 7 rn lmao]

[RIP Rope Girl's ribs but she ATE that scene 🔥🔥]

[SHE BETTER NOT DIE, I SWEAR]

[Shadow needs his flipping suit back ASAP. Man's nerfed into irrelevance rn. 🤦‍♂️]

[ENDING ON A SMOKEBOMB??? WE SO BACK!!]

[If the serum gave Cain fat nipples why didn't it give Jane a BBL or something?]

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[GET OUT 🗣️🔥 🔥 🔥]