Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 224: Surprise, It’s Fire Lion!

Syvarn quickly shut down the display, fingers flying over the keys as he began encrypting the lab’s systems.

The lights in the room dimmed slightly as the lockdown override triggered.

"Drask, think about the plan later," he said without looking up.

"Right now, we need to move."

Drask stood beside him, arms tense, yellow eyes scanning the lab walls.

"You think they’ve found us?"

Syvarn nodded. "I’m sure of it."

"The serum’s signal—it was active long enough."

"They could’ve traced it back to this location."

Drask took a deep breath, jaw tight. "So it’s time to run."

"Yes," Syvarn replied. "Our base is compromised."

Drask crossed his arms.

"But if they can still track the serum—then even if we leave, they’ll just follow again."

"I’ve already handled that," Syvarn said, turning to a separate terminal.

"I developed a way to block the signal. It’s closed off now—shut completely. No more tracing. But..."

He looked over his shoulder at Drask.

"They knew before I sealed it. So this place isn’t safe anymore."

Drask narrowed his eyes. "So you’re saying we can’t fight now."

"Not here," Syvarn said. "I can relocate the research. My backups are ready."

"Once we’re clear, I’ll continue the work without any trace left behind. They won’t find us again."

Drask looked around the lab, then toward the hallway leading deeper into their underground base.

"Everything in here. Can it be moved?"

Syvarn nodded. "Most of it’s already packed. I’ve prepared for this."

Drask grunted. "Then let’s not waste time."

Syvarn tapped a code into a secure pad.

One of the hidden doors on the side wall hissed open, revealing a reinforced corridor filled with loaded crates, machines, and sealed cases.

A few mechanical drones moved along the floor, already carrying equipment into a large armored truck waiting at the end.

Drask followed him inside. "Next time," he said, voice low.

"We hit them before they even know we’re coming."

Syvarn adjusted his glasses and walked ahead.

"Next time, they won’t even see it coming."

But just as he turned the corner, a loud cracking sound echoed from above.

BOOM.

The reinforced ceiling shattered.

Concrete and steel rained down as a flaming figure dropped from the gap above.

Fire trailed behind him like a blazing comet.

A lion-headed warrior landed hard, crouched on one knee.

The floor cracked under the impact.

Flames curled off his shoulders.

Drask’s eyes narrowed. Syvarn took a single step back.

The lionman slowly stood tall, crimson ember eyes locked onto them.

"So," the beast said. "This is your hideout, huh."

It was Blazren.

His mane burned hotter than before, and his steps left glowing embers in his wake.

Heat filled the entire corridor.

Blazren’s gaze turned cold as he looked at the two men below him.

"Long time no see, Drask."

Drask scowled. His claws flexed. "Blazren."

Blazren smirked slightly.

"To think you haven’t even moved yet."

"Slow for someone who calls himself the Nightclaw Stalker."

He turned his head toward Syvarn.

"Neuro said you were smart, Doctor Syvarn."

"But I guess even smart people can miss things."

"You didn’t even know you were already located."

Syvarn’s expression stayed composed.

"Blazren... it’s true. It was my oversight that this base was discovered."

He slowly raised his hand toward the far exit door.

"But now that I know what mistake I made, I will not make it again."

He tapped a small device in his coat.

"Goodbye."

Blazren growled. "Oh no you don’t."

He raised one flaming hand, ready to activate a skill—

But Drask moved first.

[Feral Shade Shift]

Drask’s body exploded with shadow energy.

His form shifted—taller, faster, cloaked in swirling black mist.

His eyes glowed yellow, claws gleaming with dark light.

Afterimages surrounded him with every motion.

Then came his next move.

[Void Howl Field]

Drask howled.

A deep, bone-rattling roar filled the lab. The lights went out.

The hallway dimmed. Shadows swallowed the air.

Blazren’s vision blurred—light twisted, walls shifted, movement became harder to track.

Blazren shouted, "Tch—"

He slammed one fist into the ground.

[Scorching Roar]

A ring of fire burst outward from him, burning away the shadows temporarily.

The hallway lit up with heat, but Drask and Syvarn were already gone.

Blazren roared again. "Damn it—Beastkin Brood!"

His voice shook the walls.

Sparks flicked from his mane as he calmed himself slowly, one breath at a time.

"They ran again," he muttered, stepping forward and kicking a fallen crate aside.

"Cowards."

He walked closer to the exit, looking at the shadows left behind.

"But next time... I’ll burn them both down."

Far away, under the cover of hidden tunnels and Syvarn’s fast-transport tech, the two escapees moved through a long armored corridor.

The floor buzzed with quiet hums of powered wheels.

The small escape pod glided smoothly through a rail system underground.

Drask sat with arms crossed, eyes burning with quiet rage.

He had watched Blazren grow. That lion wasn’t the same man from before.

"Tch," Drask growled. "Blazren... I’ll make you pay."

His claws flexed slightly.

"That power... you’ve gotten faster. Stronger. You nearly caught us."

He looked toward Syvarn, who was already working on a portable terminal inside the pod.

"When we arrive," Drask said, voice low, "make more of the serum. As many as you can."

Syvarn turned to him. "What about class types?"

Drask’s glare sharpened.

"I don’t care about rank anymore. I don’t care if they’re unstable."

He leaned forward.

"As long as they’re strong... and berserk... we flood the city."

Syvarn smirked, tapping a few commands into the machine.

"Sounds like chaos."

He leaned back slightly, eyes still locked on the screen.

"They burned my lab," he said. "They ruined months of my work."

His voice lowered.

"They think that makes them heroes?"

His eyes gleamed as the machine confirmed the first ready batch.

"I’ll make sure they feel what it’s like to lose something."

Drask stepped closer, arms crossed, shadow runes flickering faintly across his skin.

"They think they’ve won just because they found a hideout."

He looked forward, past Syvarn, as if already seeing the next battlefield.

"They haven’t seen anything yet."

He flexed his claws once. His voice dropped to a growl.

"Let the next wave begin."

His boots thudded on the floor as he turned to the storage crates filled with syringes and sealed injectors.

"We’ll show them what happens when you corner a beast."

He raised one clawed hand and pointed forward.

"We’ll show them what happens when you fight us."

He grinned now, teeth sharp.

"The Beastkin Brood."

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