Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 238: Mid-Boss Results

Drask backed away, his breath heavy.

Smoke rose from the broken remains of his [Abyss Claw Cage].

His claws trembled. His body was covered in cuts, burns, and bruises.

He clenched his fists.

"Tch... the cage... it’s gone."

Zain stepped forward, dragging his sword across the ground.

His eyes burned bright red.

His coat fluttered in the wind. His voice was calm, steady.

"Now that your little trap is gone," he said, "let’s end this."

Drask growled and charged forward, desperate.

He roared and used [Predator Hunt Chain], dashing in close and launching a series of fast, brutal claw strikes.

His speed was wild, and each slash aimed to tear Zain apart.

But Zain didn’t dodge.

He stood his ground and blocked the first with his sword, parried the second, and twisted past the third.

"You’ve lost your rhythm," Zain said.

Zain’s blade flashed.

He slashed upward with [Heavenly Demon Slash], slicing through the air and sending Drask flying backward.

Drask hit the ground hard, rolling across the cracked floor.

He tried to stand, but his legs shook.

Zain walked toward him, every step slow and heavy.

Drask gritted his teeth.

He slammed his claws into the ground and tried to activate [Feral Rage Shift] gain.

But nothing happened.

His body shook. His aura flickered.

Zain tilted his head.

"Out of power? Out of tricks?"

He raised his blade again.

Drask roared and lunged one last time, swinging with all his strength.

But Zain didn’t step back.

Instead, he let the blow land—barely scratching his shoulder—and drove his sword straight into Drask’s gut.

The edge of the blade pierced through, black-red ether bursting from the wound.

Drask gasped.

Zain leaned in close, speaking low.

"This is for getting in my way. Over and over."

Zain twisted the blade slightly, letting [Heavenly Demon Ether] burn through Drask’s body from inside.

The aura seeped into him, breaking down his strength, melting his will.

Drask dropped to his knees.

His claws hit the ground.

His eyes widened.

He tried to say something, but only a broken growl came out.

Zain pulled his sword free and stepped back.

Drask dropped to one knee, clutching his side.

Blood dripped between his fingers.

His breathing was ragged, but his voice still came out low and bitter.

"Damn you... Heavenly Demon," Drask growled.

"You’re always in my way. Every plan. Every step forward."

"You and that damn Hero Association."

Zain tilted his head slightly. "Then maybe stop standing in front of me."

Drask snarled.

"I only wanted to grow stronger. That’s all. Is it so wrong to want more power?"

Zain walked closer, his boots crunching debris underfoot.

His blade hung loosely by his side. His expression didn’t change.

"Power isn’t the problem. But you don’t want power to protect."

"You want it to rule. To crush. To control."

Drask’s eyes narrowed. "So what if I do?"

"This world is ruled by people too weak to hold it. I should be the one on top."

"Not those cowards sitting in their shiny towers."

Zain stopped in front of him, silent for a moment.

"And you think turning people into mindless beasts will make that happen?"

Drask slammed his fist on the ground and stood again, shaky but upright.

"I needed an army. One strong enough to shake this world."

"I didn’t care how it started—once I ruled, I’d fix everything."

"No more weakness. No more fear. Just strength."

Zain shook his head.

"You’re just another fool hiding behind strength. Trying to fill the hole inside you with screams and fire."

Drask’s body trembled. He coughed up blood, but still forced a glare.

"And what are you then? Some hero pretending to be a demon?"

Zain’s smirk faded.

"I was never pretending."

He raised his blade again.

"I just have better aim."

Drask roared and tried to charge one more time.

His claws lit up, and he swung wildly, trying to hit anything—Zain, the air, the ground.

But Zain didn’t move.

He waited.

Then, with a flash of movement, he stepped aside and drove his elbow into Drask’s gut, dropping him flat again.

"Still too slow," Zain muttered.

Drask lay there, coughing. His vision blurred.

He reached weakly toward Zain’s ankle, then dropped his arm.

"I... just wanted to be stronger..." he whispered.

Zain lowered his sword and looked down.

"Wanting strength isn’t wrong."

He took a step forward, then paused.

"But you chose the wrong way to chase it."

Zain turned his head slightly, just enough for his voice to carry.

"And worse..."

He glanced back, eyes glowing like burning coals.

"You picked the wrong era."

Drask’s fingers clawed at the ground.

"You want to rule this world?" Zain said, walking forward now.

His steps were steady, like he already knew no one would stop him.

"You want to build your throne on top of corpses and chaos?"

He stopped just before the exit tunnel and looked over his shoulder one last time.

"Too bad."

His eyes sharpened.

"This world already belongs to me."

Zain walked into the darkness, his coat trailing behind him like a shadow.

---

Blazren sat on the edge of the lounge platform, elbows resting on his knees.

His gloves were off, fingers curling into fists.

His flame-red hair hung low over his eyes, hiding the frustration written all over his face.

He didn’t speak. He just stared at the floor.

Neuro stood nearby, arms crossed, visor glowing with soft blue lights.

He tilted his head slightly as he looked at Blazren.

"You’ve been sitting there for thirty minutes," Neuro said.

"Still thinking about him?"

Blazren didn’t answer.

Neuro stepped forward, letting his boots tap loudly on the metal floor.

"Zain was the Heavenly Demon," he said calmly. "So what?"

Blazren’s head lifted a little. His expression was heavy.

"I trusted him," he muttered.

"I thought I understood him. I even fought beside him..."

Neuro shrugged. "You did. He just didn’t show you everything."

Blazren stood up slowly, cracking his neck once.

His flames flickered to life again, faint but present.

Neuro looked him straight in the eye.

"You sulking won’t change the fact that mutants are still out there."

"Drask is alive. And the Beastkin Brood isn’t finished."

Blazren frowned, his fists clenching tighter.

"You’re one of the strongest we have," Neuro added.

"Don’t sit here like a broken machine. We need you. The city needs you."

Blazren exhaled slowly. frёewebnoѵēl.com

The heat in his chest returned, not as anger, but as resolve.

"You’re right."

He looked up, his ember-orange eyes burning again.

"Let’s clean up the rest. No matter what Zain becomes... we still have a job to do."

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