Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 232: From Hero Roster to Wanted Poster

Neuro stood still as the video played across his visor.

His arms were crossed at first, calm and composed—but then his posture shifted.

He leaned forward slightly, head tilting. His silver-gray eyes narrowed.

The screen showed Zain, standing beside the infamous Velvet Demon.

His voice, his face, even his stance—everything matched. There was no glitch, no edit.

When the video ended, Neuro slowly removed the chip and looked at Blazren.

"There’s no way."

He took a step back, rubbing his fingers across his chin.

"But the facial scan matches. Voice print? Identical. Movement patterns, posture, blink timing... all match."

Neuro frowned deeper, then tapped the side of his visor to recheck a few datasets.

"The attitude matches too. That arrogant tone, that detached confidence—it fits."

He shook his head once, clearly still confused.

"But how can this be possible? I ran threat scans on Zain weeks ago."

"Low-risk. Average background. C-Zone origin. No records. No faction. No combat spikes."

"He didn’t even register as an awakened class user at the time."

Blazren, still leaning against the AA-rank lounge wall, crossed his arms.

"He was hiding," Blazren said quietly. "All this time."

Neuro turned his head sharply. "Hiding what?"

"Everything," Blazren replied.

"His strength. His real class. His connection to the Heavenly Demon Sect."

"We didn’t see it because he never wanted us to."

Neuro’s voice flattened again.

"You’re saying he suppressed all that data... and faked being a normal hero?"

Blazren nodded. "Yeah."

Neuro’s hands twitched once.

He began pacing slowly across the lounge floor, head down, muttering numbers.

"I calculated his power output during past battles. Sub-AA. Around 40%."

"Inconsistent skill execution. It didn’t add up to what I saw in that clip... or in the latest reports."

Blazren uncrossed his arms and walked closer.

"You didn’t see him today," he said.

"I did. We fought Drask together. Zain went all out."

He paused.

"Drask couldn’t even touch him."

Neuro stopped walking. "That’s not possible. Drask is near-peak AA. A top-tier threat. If Zain overpowered him..."

"Then he’s way beyond what we measured before," Blazren finished.

Neuro turned again, slower this time. His voice grew quieter.

"Where is he now?"

Blazren looked down.

"He’s gone."

"What?"

"He resigned from the Hero Association right after the fight. Walked off."

"Said the truth was out... so there was no point pretending anymore."

Neuro didn’t move for a moment.

His visor flickered with new calculation windows, processing everything again.

"This... changes all recorded threat levels. It throws off my top ten watchlist. It breaks protocol."

Blazren nodded. "Yeah. It breaks a lot more than that."

Neuro finally looked up, his voice lower, but tighter.

"He said anything else?"

Blazren exhaled.

"He told me not to get in his way. Said his sect wasn’t villainous."

"Called themselves something like anti-heroes."

"Said they clean up the trash—villains, corrupt heroes. Anyone abusing power."

Neuro raised a brow. "You believe him?"

"I don’t know," Blazren said.

"But I do know he’s not someone we can afford to underestimate anymore."

Neuro was silent for a few seconds.

Then, his fingers flicked to activate a full threat recalculation sweep.

"From now on, he goes on the highest-priority watchlist," he said.

Then he muttered under his breath, voice cold again.

"Zain. Heavenly Demon. Hidden class. Rogue status confirmed."

Blazren looked at him one last time.

"You still think he’s weak?" ƒreewebɳovel.com

Neuro’s visor blinked once more.

"No. Now I think he might be our biggest problem."

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Velra stepped through the heavy steel door of the Beastkin Brood base.

The corridor ahead was dim and crowded.

Dozens of beastmen with claws and fangs lined the walls, watching them with hostile eyes.

Velra’s lips curved into a calm smile. She raised a hand.

"Let’s begin."

She activated her zone.

[Velvet Demon Zone] bloomed from her position—faint pink energy pulsed outward.

A soft hum filled the air. Immediately, heads dropped, claws slackened.

A beastman in iron plates staggered backward, wiping his nose.

"My head... spinning..."

Another growled unsteadily, pressing a hand to his temple.

"Why do I feel sick?"

Velra took a few steps forward.

The zone followed her, pulsing and expanding.

"Keep moving," she said to her group. "Cut them down quietly."

One girl spun a whip and cracked it through the air.

Another powered up clawed gauntlets.

Each weapon glowed with subtle training-level aura.

The first beastman swung his club blindly—but at Velra’s signal, the zone shifted.

He froze mid-swing before falling onto his knee, head drooping.

"All units on edge," he whispered, voice slurred. "Can’t think straight..."

Velra nodded.

The zone expanded again, climbing over six more beastmen in seconds.

Their legs folded under them, forms crumpling.

Blades and claws moved silently.

One by one, each beastman in the corridor succumbed.

A burly brute with iron armor pushed forward, anger flashing in his eyes.

"You can’t—escape! We’ll—"

His voice cut out. He clutched his throat, wobbling in place.

A Heavenly Demon sect girl swung her polearm and pinned him through the shoulder. He collapsed face-first.

Velra’s zone pulsed brighter as she walked. Her eyes were calm and focused.

She spoke to the wounded brute on the ground. "You survived. But you won’t recover."

His voice was gravelly. "Why... why you doing this?"

Velra knelt, bringing her voice close.

"We’re just cleaning the mess your kind left behind."

The brute shivered. He seemed to understand before his body went limp.

Behind her, the other girls finished off the last stragglers with precise strikes.

One used a saber to slice through steel armor. The next used daggers to sever tendons.

An old beast shaman raised a staff and chanted low words. He fired a small blast of dark aura.

Velra flicked her wrist once. The zone recoiled, dampening the spell before it could form.

"Try again when you can stand," she said, voice almost bored.

He sank to a knee, falling forward in pain.

Eight more beastmen came charging in from a side door—ten-tusk brutes with dual axes.

The girls formed a circle, blades and claws flashing.

One girl screamed a war cry, leapt forward, and used [Demon Slash].

A red blade of energy cut one brute in half.

Another used a whirlwind attack, planting her staff on the ground and spinning low, knocking two more down.

A third barked orders: "Flank right!"

She dashed along the wall, dagger flashing twice into a beast’s neck.

Velra walked calmly to the center of the group of fallen beasts.

The zone continued to move outward in waves.

She tapped her choker lightly.

"Sisters—nice work. Clean sweep."

The girls sheathed their weapons and stepped forward through the still-weak beastmen.

Velra walked past the captured beastmen, the zone still humming. The base was dead silent behind them.

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