Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 230: Caught in 4K

Blazren walked slowly toward the center of the scorched battlefield.

His boots crunched over the broken ground, stepping past the burned corpses of mutants.

Zain didn’t turn around.

He kept his sword lowered, the blade pointed straight at Drask.

Blazren’s voice broke the silence.

"You’ve roughed him up that much," he said, stopping a few feet away.

"Time to switch it up."

Zain finally turned his head, just enough to glance at Blazren. His eyes were calm.

"Switch it up?" he asked. "I haven’t even started yet."

Drask growled, pushing himself back onto both feet.

His claws scraped the ground. His body twitched as his [Rage Overflow] surged.

His eyes glowed yellow, sharper, angrier.

"You think you’ve won?" he snapped. "I’m not done!"

He roared and activated [Feral Shade Shift] again.

His form darkened, cloaked in flickering shadow energy.

His body looked bigger, faster. Black afterimages trailed every movement.

"I’ll rip both of you apart!"

Drask launched forward with [Rage Lacerate], claws flashing as he dashed toward Zain in a straight burst of speed.

Zain didn’t move.

Blazren stepped in with [Blazing Mane Shift].

His body ignited in a flash of crimson and gold.

His mane of fire roared behind him as his armor hardened with molten lines.

He met Drask halfway.

Blazren’s fist crashed into Drask’s claw in a burst of sparks and heat.

The clash shook the ground.

Zain used the opening. He blinked to the side and raised his blade.

[Demon Slash].

His sword slashed across Drask’s side just as Blazren forced him back.

The cut was clean. Ether burst out of the wound like a red mist.

Drask staggered, both hands grabbing his side.

He hissed, then howled again, trying to recover.

Blazren cracked his knuckles.

"Hey, I thought you were smart," he said.

"Charging like a wild animal? You’re slipping."

Drask’s breath was uneven.

He twitched again, his eyes darting between them. "You... You teamed up..."

Zain stepped forward slowly.

"No," he said. "You got outclassed."

He raised his hand.

[Demon Wave Slashes].

Three energy blades fired from his sword, tearing through the air.

Drask leapt back to dodge—but Blazren was already there.

He used [Scorching Roar] at close range.

A wave of fire engulfed Drask and sent him tumbling back across the battlefield.

For a second, it was quiet.

Then Drask chuckled. The laughter grew into a low, rumbling laugh.

He pushed himself up, still coughing, burned but alive.

"Blazren," Drask muttered, blood trailing down his lip.

"You’re really strong. I’ll admit that."

Blazren narrowed his eyes. "Stop talking and stay down."

But Drask kept laughing.

"Oh, I’ll go. But before that—let me leave you with something interesting."

Zain walked up, sword resting on his shoulder.

"You’ve got nothing left to say, rat."

Drask grinned wide. His fangs glinted as he looked at Blazren.

"You know... Zain isn’t just Zain."

Blazren frowned. "What do you mean?"

Drask pointed at Zain. "That boy... he’s the Heavenly Demon."

Blazren’s eyebrows lifted. "What?"

Drask laughed again. "Not just a nickname. I mean the Heavenly Demon."

"The one you heroes claim as a top threat."

"The one who leads the Heavenly Demon Sect. They’re the same."

Zain stepped forward fast. "That’s nonsense," he said quickly.

"The Heavenly Demon threatened me before—for using his name. Why would I be him?"

Drask didn’t stop smiling. "Don’t lie, kid. I’ve seen it myself. You said it—clear as day."

Blazren turned sharply toward Zain. His eyes held disbelief. "Tell me he’s wrong."

Zain looked at him. His lips tightened.

His hand stayed on his sword. "I already told you. I’m not."

Drask reached into his tattered belt and pulled out a small black projector.

He tossed it on the ground.

It clicked. A small screen was projected in the air. The video began to play.

On the screen was Zain—standing tall, his horns glowing, crimson eyes burning.

Beside him stood Velra Vantess, the Velvet Demon, licking blood off her fingers.

Zain’s voice came clearly from the projection.

"I am the Heavenly Demon. Burn that name into your soul."

Blazren stood still, unmoving, eyes fixed on the space where the video had just played.

The flickering projection faded into nothing.

Drask’s voice was the last thing they heard.

"Told you."

Then he dropped low and disappeared.

[Dark Prowl Instinct] activated.

His body flickered like a shadow and vanished into the ground.

No sound. No trail. Just gone.

Zain stepped forward fast, sword raised, eyes burning.

He slashed once at the air, frustrated. "Damn it," he muttered. "He escaped."

He turned sharply, scanning the area.

There was nothing. Drask had disappeared too deep into the darkness.

Zain slowly lowered his sword, then turned to Blazren.

But Blazren didn’t speak.

He didn’t move.

He just stared at Zain.

His fists were clenched. His body was tense.

His fire flickered around his shoulders.

Zain opened his mouth to speak, but Blazren beat him to it.

"Tell me it’s not you."

His voice was quiet.

Zain blinked once.

Blazren stepped forward. "Tell me Drask lied."

Zain didn’t answer.

Blazren took another step.

"Tell me you’re not the one leading that cult."

His voice was low but firm.

"Tell me that wasn’t really you in that video, Zain."

Zain stayed quiet.

He looked down, exhaled slowly through his nose, and clenched his jaw.

His hand gripped the handle of his sword tighter.

Then, with a short sigh, he sheathed it.

"Damn it," he muttered. "That bastard wolf showed it faster than I planned."

He looked up, eyes meeting Blazren’s.

"Yes," Zain said. "It was me. I won’t deny it."

Blazren’s eyes hardened. His hands slowly curled into fists.

"Why?" he asked.

"Why would you lead something like that? You’re strong, Zain. You could’ve done so much as a hero."

Zain didn’t flinch.

He raised one hand calmly, stopping Blazren from speaking further.

"You don’t get it," he said. "You never did."

He took a slow step forward, voice steady.

"From the very beginning... before I ever joined the Hero Association..."

His crimson eyes locked onto Blazren’s.

"I was already the Heavenly Demon."

Blazren stood frozen.

The battlefield behind them burned quietly. The truth hit harder than the flames.

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