Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 235: From Scientist to Floor Decor

Syvran had changed.

No longer a sharp-eyed tactician.

He was now towered with swollen muscles, tangled neural tendrils growing from his back like living wires.

His eyes no longer blinked in thought—they twitched in madness.

Velra took two slow steps back, her eyes narrowing.

"You really broke yourself," she muttered.

Syvran’s body jerked once, then vanished.

In an instant, he reappeared behind her with [Glitch Trace Rampage].

Not once, but three times in rapid, glitching flashes.

Velra spun and twisted midair, deflecting the first two slashes with a whip-crack of her leg.

The third clipped her shoulder.

Her foot landed hard, sliding back across the floor.

"Tch... unstable teleportation," she muttered. "He’s not even aiming."

Syvran didn’t speak. He lunged again.

His claws slammed the ground as he activated [Neural Corrosion Field].

Purple sparks lit the area around him as energy pulsed outward.

Velra flipped back, but the moment she landed and prepared to dodge again, a spike of pain surged through her chest.

Her breath caught. Her heart skipped.

The field punished repetition.

If she kept using her usual dodges, her own body would betray her.

"Girls," she hissed through her communicator.

"Do not enter this lab. He’s unstable. I’ll handle this."

"Yes, Mistress!" the voice came back.

Syvran let out a sound—half growl, half glitching scream—and launched forward again.

His claws lashed out, missing by a fraction as Velra rolled low.

She threw a sharp [Velvet Demon Kick] to his side.

But his flesh was already hardened, pulsing with dark light from [Instinct Override] and [Rage Surge Feedback].

He didn’t even flinch.

Instead, he bit.

[Frenzy Synapse Fangs] sank into her leg. Her muscles spasmed.

She felt her hand jerk and one of her own kicks activated mid-step—off balance.

Her body was out of sync.

Velra hissed in pain and flipped away, landing hard. Her head spun.

The effects were random panic. Her breathing sharpened.

She raised one hand, drawing in the swirling energy with [Velvet Demon Breathing].

She was channeling every bit of damage and pain into poison-laced power.

"Alright," she said, wiping the blood from her lips.

"You want madness? Let’s dance with it."

Syvran dashed again. Unpredictable, fast, brutal.

Velra stopped dodging perfectly.

Instead, she started waiting.

She watched the blinking patterns. One step. Two flashes. A third missed.

She twisted her body and countered with [Velvet Demon Kick].

Once to the ribs, once to the jaw. The poison spread faster now.

Syvran staggered.

But he roared and launched a wide-range bite again.

Velra dropped to the floor and unleashed [Velvet Demon Zone].

The entire lab was swallowed in corrupted mist.

The light dimmed. The poison in the air grew heavier.

Syvran stumbled once, confused, but his rage pushed him forward.

He tore through a table, lashing blindly.

Velra didn’t run.

She walked.

Silent, measured steps around him. He twitched to the left. She moved to the right.

He jumped forward. She ducked low.

She moved differently every time. No pattern.

No trigger for his [Neural Corrosion Field]. No predictable dodge to punish.

Every strike she gave was unique.

Low spin, upward knee, whip kick to the spine, each one landing faster, sharper.

Syvran began to slow.

His body jerked. His breathing grew ragged.

[Rage Surge Feedback] pushed him past his limit, but he had no energy left.

No focus. His power turned inward.

Velra raised her foot one last time.

The heel dropped straight into his spine.

He collapsed.

Not dead, but unconscious. Twitching, snarling, spasming.

Velra knelt beside him.

Blood trickled from her lip, but her stance remained firm.

"Zain might still want your brain and that’s the reason you’re alive," she whispered.

"But next time... I’m just taking your head."

She tapped her communicator.

"Girls. The doctor is neutralized."

There was a short pause, then a few voices answered back.

"Seriously?"

"You beat that freak?"

"You okay, Mistress?"

Velra smirked, wiping blood from the corner of her mouth with her thumb.

"He tried to bite me. Scrambled my leg for a second. I almost kicked his jaw off."

"Should we bring the chain collars again?" one of the girls asked.

Velra glanced down at Syvran’s trembling form.

"He’s not worth a collar. Just a stretcher and a gag."

She turned and started walking, her heels tapping against the scorched metal floor.

"Pick him up. Secure his arms, legs, mouth, and that creepy tail of his. Use the velvet cuffs. No chances."

"Yes, Mistress."

Velra reached the smashed doorway. She looked back at the lab one last time.

"It’s disgusting," she muttered. "Burn it once we leave."

She tapped the communicator again.

"Now regroup. We’re heading back to Master. No delay."

The girls soon arrived—eight of them, each in different gear and carrying clean restraints.

They moved in silence, trained, focused.

Two went to Syvran. One secured his legs, the other cuffed his arms with high-strength alloy.

Another slipped a neural dampener over his head.

"He’s heavier than he looks," one muttered.

"That’s the serum mutation," another said.

"His body’s bloated with unstable class energy."

Velra didn’t respond. She was already facing the path out, her back to them.

One of the younger girls jogged over.

"Mistress, the outer hallway’s clear. No signs of resistance."

Velra nodded. "Good. This place is finished."

They moved together, fast and silent, through the smoking halls.

As they passed the final security checkpoint, one of the girls whispered, "Is the Master waiting for us?"

Velra’s eyes narrowed, her smile faint.

"He’s always watching," she said. "Let’s not keep him waiting."

They reached the exit.

Outside, their cloaked transport hovered low and silent, disguised in the terrain.

The girls moved in and loaded Syvran into the secured containment pod.

Velra climbed aboard last. She looked out over the ruined lab.

She could still feel the tension in her legs. Her last kicks had hit deep.

She whispered to herself, "Master will want every word of this."

The doors sealed shut.

The ship rose.

The mission was complete. And now, the real work could begin.

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