Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 228: Demon Sword, Blazing Fist

Zain stood atop a cracked section of the road, smoke swirling around his feet.

His long coat fluttered in the hot wind. In his hand, the black sword hummed with energy.

Ahead of them, another wave of [Feral Beastkin] emerged from the smoke.

There were five in total.

Zain raised his sword and pointed it forward.

[Demon Wave Slashes].

In an instant, three crimson energy waves launched from his blade.

The attacks cut across the field, sharp and precise, striking three of the mutants at once.

Their bodies staggered, sliced open before they even realized what hit them.

Two collapsed. The third tried to stand again but fell to one knee, bleeding.

Blazren stood beside him, fire flickering across his arms.

He hadn’t moved yet. His eyes were fixed on Zain.

"That wasn’t a regular slash," Blazren said, frowning.

Zain lowered his blade, eyes calm. "You’re just noticing?"

Blazren clenched his fists. "I remember when you first got promoted to AA-Rank."

"No Class. Just five Mid-Tier abilities and strong stats. When did you awaken a class?"

Zain smirked without turning. "A bit after."

"You know how it is. Some awaken through training. Others... get lucky."

"Lucky?" Blazren stepped forward and knocked a mutant back with [Infernal Pounce].

"That’s not luck. That’s a Class that’s been refined."

Zain moved forward and pointed his blade at another charging mutant.

[Demon Slash].

A burst of energy exploded from the tip of his sword as he dashed forward.

His blade cut through the beast’s chest with a sharp streak of black-red power.

The mutant didn’t even scream—it just dropped, motionless.

Zain spun once and slashed again.

[Demon Wave Slashes].

Two more waves launched, hitting two fleeing mutants in the back and dropping them mid-run.

Blazren stood still now, watching. His flames dimmed slightly.

"You’re fast. Controlled. Every strike is lethal. That’s not some weak, barely awakened class."

Zain rested the sword on his shoulder and looked over.

"I have told you. It was a class called [Demon Sword]."

Blazren’s brow furrowed. "Once again. I’ve never heard about it."

Zain only smiled. "I’m just telling you that maybe..."

"I’m not your normal AA-Rank hero."

Blazren blasted another mutant to the side with [Scorching Roar], fire roaring out from his chest.

He turned back toward Zain. "These beasts are peak A-Rank. You cut them down like nothing."

Zain smiled. "You think that’s it?"

He pointed his sword toward a group of three mutants charging from the left.

He stepped forward.

One dash. One flash.

[Demon Slash].

He appeared behind them. All three fell to the ground.

Blazren blinked. "You didn’t even give them a chance."

"That’s the point," Zain said. "Why waste time?"

They kept moving, stepping over fallen mutants.

The city street had turned into a silent warzone, but the battle between these two was different.

One burned everything in his path with heat and force.

The other sliced with precision and mystery.

Blazren walked beside Zain, glancing at him once more.

"You’ve grown stronger," he muttered.

Zain looked forward. "So have you."

"But you... you’re hiding something."

Zain chuckled. "I hide a lot of things."

Blazren narrowed his eyes. "You’re not just some swordsman with a weird class."

Zain didn’t respond. He just kept walking.

Blazren followed.

The next block was still full of screams.

More mutants were waiting.

Zain gripped his sword tighter.

"Let’s clean them up."

Blazren nodded. "Right."

They stepped forward again, side by side.

---

Inside the dim lab, flickering monitors lined the walls.

Strange liquids bubbled inside reinforced tubes.

The air smelled of chemicals and blood. Syvarn stood at the central console, tapping at keys.

His brows furrowed as red lines spiked down one of the data graphs.

"Something’s wrong," Syvarn said.

Drask stepped out from the shadows behind him. "What is it?"

Syvarn pointed at the screen. "BB-2. We’re seeing a sharp drop in mutant signals."

Drask’s eyes narrowed. He stepped closer and studied the numbers.

"From twenty-seven... down to nine in just an hour."

Syvarn nodded. "That’s not normal."

Drask crossed his arms. "They were all peak A-Rank level. No way basic patrols could handle them that fast."

He leaned back and let out a low breath.

"It has to be a top-tier hero."

Then he smirked. "It’s him. Has to be. Blazren."

Syvarn looked away from the monitor and adjusted his glasses. "Then go."

Drask turned toward him.

Syvarn continued. "If it’s Blazren, kill him. I’ll send more mutants to that sector. Enough to bury him."

Drask’s yellow eyes gleamed. "I’ve been waiting for this."

He flexed his fingers. His claws extended, tips glowing faintly.

The runes across his arms pulsed. "No more games."

He turned and walked toward the armory room.

"Make sure the new batch is the strongest," Drask said over his shoulder.

Syvarn smirked. "Of course."

Drask paused at the exit. "Blazren... time to die."

He vanished into the shadows, leaving a faint echo of clawed steps.

Syvarn turned back to the screen, voice low.

"Now let’s see what happens when two beasts clash."

He tapped several more buttons.

Another wall compartment opened, revealing rows of sealed vials and control chips.

He began loading them one by one into the dispatch tubes.

Outside, the dark tunnels rumbled.

The next wave had been released.

---

In the shadow of the hidden lab, Velra stood on the roof, the wind brushing her pink-tipped hair aside.

Her sharp eyes scanned the area below.

Thick reinforced walls, sensor towers, and faint heat signals leaked through underground vents.

A faint smile tugged at her lips.

"So this is it," she muttered. "The Beastkin Brood’s lab."

She placed two fingers to her ear and spoke softly, "Master... I’ve found it."

A pause.

"I’ll finish the mission."

She lowered her hand and turned around.

Standing behind her on the rooftop were eight girls from the Heavenly Demon Sect, each armed, armored, and waiting.

Some wore blades, others gloves, whips, or tech claws, but all of them had eyes full of loyalty—and hunger for battle.

Velra raised her hand.

"Listen up, girls."

She let her boot step onto the edge of the roof.

"We found the place. Our orders are simple."

She extended her leg and let her heel point toward the target.

"Break in. Wreck the inside. And if you find any of those mutated dogs..."

She gave a lazy wave, "...put them down."

The girls smirked, eyes glowing faintly.

Velra spun back around, her long legs shifting into a crouch.

"Time to play," she whispered.

Then she leapt from the rooftop—fast and silent.

The Heavenly Demon Sect girls followed her without a sound.

They were going in.

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