Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 234: Get Kicked, Stay Down, Repeat

The lab’s lights flickered as corrupted ether and neural pulses filled the air.

Syvran stepped back and activated [Mental Snare Field].

Faint glowing patterns spread from his feet across the floor, invisible to the eye but pulsing through the ether.

"You’ll lose fast," he said, eyes locked onto Velra.

"Repeat yourself, and you’re finished."

Velra tilted her head, lips curling into a sharp smile.

Her foot slid back, heel clicking against the floor.

"You’re assuming I repeat," she whispered.

She dashed forward, her body flowing like a liquid shadow.

The first strike was a low sweeping [Velvet Demon Kick] to Syvran’s left ankle.

He sidestepped fast.

She spun, following it with a high roundhouse to his head.

Then a short heel-push to his midsection.

Syvran gritted his teeth.

She wasn’t repeating moves—every kick was different.

[Mental Snare Field] pulsed, but couldn’t catch her rhythm.

"Tricky," he muttered.

He blinked and vanished in a snap with [Echo Trace Lunge], appearing behind her.

His claws sparked with brain-threaded ether as he aimed for her neck with [Synapse Fangs].

Velra twisted just enough.

His bite scraped her shoulder but didn’t land cleanly.

"You’re not the only one who learns patterns," she said.

[Velvet Demon Ether] surged.

Her counter-kick hit his stomach, driving poison and confusion into his nerves.

His balance faltered for a second, just enough.

Syvran backed off quickly, breathing heavily.

His systems tried to compensate, but the kick’s effect delayed his next command.

He scanned her.

Her breathing had shifted.

She was absorbing ambient energy, letting her [Velvet Demon Breathing] activate.

Her next moves would be sharper, harder to block.

"You’re adapting too fast," he said.

"Faster than you," Velra replied.

She kicked again—this time a rising split-kick, forcing him into a back handspring.

[Combat Memory] kicked in.

Syvran began adjusting to the attack sequences, reading the startup of her next motion.

"You’re cycling styles. That won’t work forever."

"I don’t need forever," she said.

Her [Velvet Demon Zone] flared to life.

A haze of corrupted energy spread around her.

Syvran immediately felt his vision blur and his knees weaken.

"Your tricks won’t last if your brain can’t stay upright."

Syvran growled, trying to recalibrate. He moved in and slashed—fast, deliberate.

Velra took a hit—her side bleeding.

She staggered, but her body flared with [Velvet Demon Ether].

"You made a mistake," she hissed.

The next kick landed harder than before.

[Velvet Demon Body] was activating now. She had adjusted to his timing.

Her leg twisted around Syvran’s side, slamming him to the ground.

Syvran blinked out again, using [Echo Trace Lunge] to reappear behind her, fangs ready.

But Velra had planted a trap. As he lunged, her zone shifted.

"You read the wrong move," she said.

Her elbow dropped mid-kick, knocking his trajectory off.

Her leg followed with another poisoned [Velvet Demon Kick] to his back.

Syvran hit the ground.

Sparks flew from his neural cloak.

His body shook—[Synapse Fangs] misfired inside his own systems.

He coughed blood and tried to rise. "This data... is incomplete..."

Velra stepped toward him, heels clicking slowly.

"Then you better run more tests."

Syvran tried to swipe with a clawed hand, but his fingers shook.

Velra’s heel pressed against his chest.

"I told you this wasn’t a dance you could lead."

"You’re just... chaos..."

"Chaos that wins."

Her last kick sent him crashing into the reinforced wall of the lab.

He slid down, eyes blinking slowly.

Velra looked down at him and exhaled once.

"You’re not dead," she said. "Zain might want your brain intact."

Syvran groaned, trying to lift an arm. His fingers barely twitched.

He couldn’t even activate [Echo Trace Lunge] anymore.

His systems were jammed, poisoned, and confused by the [Velvet Demon Ether] swirling inside him.

He looked sideways and saw it.

A silver injector was lying beside one of the crushed tables.

The last test serum.

He didn’t know what version it was.

He didn’t even finish labeling it. But right now, it didn’t matter.

"I won’t... end like this..." he hissed.

Velra’s eyes flicked to the serum, but she was a moment too late.

Syvran’s hand shot out and grabbed it.

"No, wait—"

He jammed the injector into his own neck and pressed.

The effect was instant.

His veins bulged, glowing with unstable ether.

His spine arched back with a loud snap, and he let out a distorted scream.

His body grew—bones stretching, muscles expanding, skin tearing and regrowing with reinforced layers.

Crimson neural threads wrapped around him like living wires, fusing with his skin.

His eyes turned fully white, and his mouth split wider with jagged teeth forming behind his normal ones.

Velra frowned, one foot sliding back as she raised her guard.

"This... might be a bit troublesome," she muttered.

Syvran’s new form snarled.

His aura pulsed with a corrupted mix of [Velvet Demon Ether] and mental residue from [Tactical Beast Shift].

But now distorted by whatever was inside the serum.

His body wasn’t fully beast, nor fully man.

A hybrid—unstable, mindless, but powerful.

He launched forward without warning, fist smashing the floor as he lunged.

Velra dashed aside, his strike leaving a crater where she had just stood.

"Great. Now he’s dumb and strong," she said, flipping backward.

The mutated Syvran roared again and slammed his claws into the ground, sending a shockwave forward.

Velra kicked off a broken pipe, spinning above the wave, and flipped behind him.

She unleashed a fast [Velvet Demon Kick] to the back of his neck. It hit, but his body barely moved.

"Of course he’s tougher too..."

The corrupted Syvran turned his head slowly, then charged again.

Velra activated [Velvet Demon Zone].

Sickening mist filled the room, and the corrupted energy began to distort his sense of balance.

He staggered slightly, but didn’t stop.

He swung a wild slash that grazed her arm.

Velra winced. Her own poison surged. But the pain only made her faster.

[Velvet Demon Body] flared.

Her next movements became sharper, more precise.

"You wanna play beast?" she whispered, circling him again.

"Then I’ll show you what it means to lose in my rhythm."

She rushed forward and began chaining her kicks—one, two, three.

Each landed differently.

One hit his knee, another his ribs, the last aimed at his head.

[Velvet Demon Kick] poisoned each point, slowly building confusion in his neural system.

The mutated Syvran let out a distorted scream as his limbs jerked in mismatched directions.

Velra landed, breathing slightly heavier.

"Zain’s not going to like this new look you’re trying out," she said, narrowing her eyes.

"But I’ll save you... just enough... for him."

And with that, the real second round began.

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