Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 233: Boss Fight?

The hallway smelled of smoke, blood, and chemicals.

Velra stepped over the broken remains of another fallen beastman.

Behind her, the eight girls of the Heavenly Demon Sect stood in a neat line.

Velra looked at the groaning beastmen scattered across the floor, some barely conscious, others too weak to move.

She flicked her hand toward them.

"Bring them back. Let the others train using live targets."

One of the girls chuckled and stepped forward.

"Finally. They were getting bored of training dummies."

Another bent down and grabbed a beastman by the arm.

"These guys won’t last more than a few rounds."

"They don’t have to," said a third. "They just need to scream loud enough."

The girls began moving swiftly, dragging or carrying the beaten beastmen like sacks of meat.

One tried to struggle, but the girl holding him just hit him once in the neck.

He went still.

Velra smiled slightly and turned away. "Good. Now that this part’s done..."

She took a step toward the main corridor.

Her boots left faint pink prints where the [Velvet Demon Zone] still lingered.

"I’m going to visit their boss."

One of the girls called after her, "Want us to come with you?"

Velra glanced back, her smile never fading.

"No. I want him to feel what it’s like when his world falls apart—alone."

The girls all grinned.

"Got it, Mistress."

"We’ll clean up here."

"You better leave us a piece of him."

Velra raised a hand and waved them off as she disappeared down the corridor.

The base deeper in was darker, heavier. Pipes hissed. Doors creaked.

Some beastmen tried to block her path.

But the moment she stepped forward, the zone pulsed, and they staggered.

They vomit or drop their weapons before collapsing.

One beastman, eyes wide, screamed out, "You don’t know what you’re doing!"

Velra grabbed his face, leaned in close, and whispered, "I do. That’s the difference between us."

She dropped him to the floor and stepped over his twitching body.

The corridor opened into a massive chamber ahead, cold lights flickering on the ceiling.

Velra smiled, her eyes glowing faintly pink.

"Let’s meet your boss," she said, and kept walking.

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Syvarn adjusted the settings on the console, eyes darting between charts.

His fingers tapped quickly as he monitored the cellular response from the last batch of serum.

Three mutants had already died from instability.

Two more were useless—strength unmatched, but no control.

Still, none of that mattered if he could just make one stable high-class mutation.

He muttered to himself, pulling up new data logs.

"Stronger... more balanced... no more failures."

"Just need better layering between base genes and the serum’s catalyst."

Behind him, a red warning light blinked in the corner of the screen.

He noticed it, but didn’t care at first.

"Again with the alerts... probably another scout triggering the lower sensors."

"Let the guards handle it," he said to no one.

But it didn’t stop blinking. The light pulsed faster. Louder.

He turned his head, annoyed.

"Still going? Someone turn it off already! Why hasn’t it shut down?"

He stepped away from the console and moved toward the wall.

He hit the intercom button.

"Control room, why is the alert still—"

He stopped. His vision blurred slightly.

A wave of nausea crept into his stomach.

His legs felt unsteady. His heart pounded strangely.

"What the...?"

He looked down at his own hands. They were shaking.

"This isn’t normal. Did I inhale something?"

Then he heard the footsteps. Calm, steady, and confident.

He turned toward the hallway. The air shimmered slightly.

A shadow stepped into the room.

Velra.

Syvarn’s eyes widened. "You... no, you shouldn’t be here—"

Velra walked in like she owned the place.

Her steps were smooth. The temperature dropped.

Her eyes glowed with a faint pink mist.

A soft haze of energy swirled around her—her [Velvet Demon Zone] was already active.

Syvarn staggered back.

"You... you’re causing this! The weakness, the dizziness—it’s you!"

Velra smiled slowly.

"Of course it’s me. Did you think your little lab would stay hidden forever?"

Syvarn tried to move, but every step felt heavier. His breathing grew rough.

"My guards... they should’ve stopped you—"

"They’re already down. Some are still twitching, if that matters to you," she said casually.

Syvarn tried to reach for a syringe on the table.

Maybe he could inject one of the early models—something to boost him temporarily.

But Velra raised one hand and snapped her fingers.

The mist thickened. Syvarn dropped the syringe. His fingers refused to grip.

Velra stepped closer, her boots clicking on the metal floor.

"So you’re the one who made the serum?" she asked, circling the lab slowly.

"You did this to those people?"

Syvarn’s mouth was dry. "I... I perfected it."

Velra’s eyes narrowed. "No. You broke them."

She walked past a tank holding a mutated corpse, tapping on the glass gently.

"You turn people into monsters... and for what? To fight your battles?"

Syvarn clenched his jaw. "For evolution... for power... for control—"

Velra stopped walking and stood in front of him.

Her heel tapped once on the floor.

"I have a better offer," she said, voice low and smooth.

"Why don’t you be my test subject instead?"

Syvarn’s fingers twitched near the console. His eyes narrowed.

"You think I’m afraid of you?" he said. "You’re just a tall freak with a pink glow."

He slammed a button.

The lab lights dimmed as cables along the wall surged with neural energy.

Syvarn’s body shifted, bones cracking as his form changed.

His muscles tightened, skin stretched, and glowing lines lit up along his arms and neck.

"[Tactical Beast Shift]," he hissed.

"Velvet Demon... today, I cut you open and see what makes you tick."

His claws extended. His posture lowered, ready to dash.

Velra didn’t move. Her eyes glowed slightly pink.

"I was hoping you’d say something dumb like that."

She stepped forward slowly, the heel of her boot tapping once more.

Syvarn growled. "I’ll rip that smirk off your face!"

Velra stepped into the flickering light, her eyes glowing faint pink.

"I’m not smirking yet," she said.Her heel rose.

"But you’ll know when I do."

The next second, her foot shot forward—fast, sharp, and final.

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