Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 239: Sorry for the Chaos

Blazren sat back on the lounge bench, tossing his cracked gauntlet onto the table.

His breath was steady now, but his shoulders were still tense.

Smoke drifted off his armor as the heat slowly faded.

Across from him, Neuro stood near the digital wall display, scrolling through fresh reports with a flick of his fingers.

The numbers showed what they’d been waiting for.

"The mutant threat is at two percent," Neuro said calmly.

"Most of them neutralized. Small pockets still hiding. Nothing serious."

Blazren leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees. "So it’s over."

Neuro didn’t turn around. "Almost."

Blazren let out a short breath and stood up.

He stretched his arms, popping the tension out of his joints. "Damn. It took weeks."

"Twenty-one days," Neuro corrected.

"I kept count. You lost four armor sets. Burned out twelve weapon cores."

Blazren smirked slightly. "Worth it."

Neuro finally turned to face him. "It would’ve been faster if someone didn’t charge in every time without thinking."

Blazren walked toward the mission screen and tapped a sector map.

"And if someone didn’t sit back calculating every breath we take, maybe fewer heroes would’ve died."

Neuro’s eyebrow twitched. "They followed strategy."

"They followed delay," Blazren snapped back.

"We’re not machines, Neuro. Heroes die when we wait too long."

"And more die when we act without precision," Neuro replied.

"We are not the ones who should act like the mutants we’re fighting."

Blazren turned and looked him straight in the eyes.

"I’ll take instinct over silence any day."

For a moment, neither spoke.

Then the tension broke when Neuro turned back to the screen. "Regardless, the city’s clear now."

Blazren nodded. "Good. That just leaves one more."

"Drask," they both said at the same time.

Blazren’s voice dropped. "If I ever see him again, I’ll finish it. No hesitation."

Neuro was silent for a second. Then he nodded once.

"He’s dangerous. Strategic. But emotional. That’s where he breaks."

"I won’t let him talk this time," Blazren muttered. "I won’t let him run. I’ll end it."

Neuro raised an eyebrow. "You sure you’re ready for that? He’s not just a rat with claws anymore. He adapted."

Blazren rolled his shoulders and let his flames rise again.

"I’m not the same either."

Neuro stared for a second. Then he walked past Blazren and toward the elevator. fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

"I’ll notify command. And update our surveillance grids."

Blazren followed, cracking his knuckles as they walked.

"Next time we see Drask," he said, "it’s not a mission. It’s a hunt."

Neuro glanced sideways. "Try not to get emotional, old man."

Blazren gave a tired half-grin.

Then the smile faded. He looked away. "If Zain were here..."

Neuro’s voice turned sharp. "Don’t say that. He’s not a hero anymore."

Blazren didn’t respond right away.

He just looked out the lounge window at the skyline, still faintly glowing from the last battle.

Neuro folded his arms. "And it’s strange."

"We’ve had no movement from the Heavenly Demon Sect. No activity. No sightings. Except..."

He brought up a map, pointing to several sectors.

"Except the places where mutants vanished faster than expected. No hero team was there."

Blazren frowned. "You think...?"

Neuro nodded. "It looks like the work of the Heavenly Demon Sect. Quiet. Efficient. Total wipeout."

Blazren sighed. "Then what he said was true."

"He’s not a hero... but not a villain either. He’s hunting the same enemies we are."

Neuro’s voice tightened. "You call that justice? He killed corrupted heroes, yes."

"But he also executed innocent ones who got in his way."

Blazren clenched his jaw.

"Maybe... maybe I’ve let my emotions cloud things."

A silence settled between them.

Then a faint ripple in the air. Both turned instantly, tense.

Zain appeared near the entrance, calm, hands in his coat pockets.

Blazren stood up fast. "Zain?"

Neuro stepped forward, visor lighting up. "Heavenly Demon."

Zain smirked. "Relax, both of you. I didn’t come to fight."

Neuro’s eyes narrowed. "Then why are you here?"

Blazren’s body eased slightly, though his fingers twitched near his weapon.

"Not exactly a friendly time to drop in."

Zain pulled something from behind his back and tossed it forward.

A rough cloth sack hit the ground between them with a wet sound.

Blazren and Neuro stared as the bag tumbled open.

Inside was a severed head. Blood had soaked into the fabric.

The face was unmistakable—twisted in pain, but still clearly Drask.

Neuro’s systems scanned it instantly.

"It’s real," he said after a moment. "Confirmed. That’s Drask."

Zain’s smile widened. "Beastkin Brood is no more."

Blazren took a step forward, stunned. "You... you actually hunted him down."

Zain shrugged. "He got in my way one time too many."

Neuro didn’t speak at first. Then he muttered, "You’re playing a dangerous game, Zain. You act outside the law."

Zain tilted his head. "So do you. You just wear a badge."

Blazren looked between them. "Why show us this?"

Zain turned to him, eyes calm. "Because despite everything, I respect you."

"You fight for the people. So do I. Just with different rules."

Blazren stared at him in silence for a moment.

Then he finally asked, "So what now for you? What’s your next move?"

Zain smiled and stepped forward. His boots made a soft thud against the floor.

"A deal," he said. "With you. With the Hero Association."

Blazren raised an eyebrow. "A deal?"

Zain nodded. "I want some sectors."

"Sectors already filled with villains. Let the Heavenly Demon Sect take them."

From the side, Neuro stepped up, his visor glowing blue. "No. Absolutely not."

"You’re a criminal. You can’t just claim territory like some gang leader."

Zain chuckled. "I’m already doing it. The difference is, I clean the place up."

"Can the Hero Association say the same for those sectors you’ve left to rot?"

Neuro frowned, arms crossing. "That’s not how the system works."

Blazren lifted a hand to stop him. "Hold on, Neuro. He’s not wrong. There are sectors we’ve avoided."

"Places where villains rule because we don’t have the manpower to take them back."

Zain looked at Blazren with a slight tilt of his head.

"So why not let us handle them? We won’t interfere with hero zones. You don’t interfere with ours."

Neuro opened his mouth again, but Blazren spoke first.

"Fine. Heavenly Demon, you’ll get those sectors. But only the ones already run by villain groups."

"You and your people handle it. You don’t cross into hero zones, and we don’t come into yours."

Zain’s smirk widened. "Fair. I’ll accept."

But Blazren stepped forward, his tone hardening. "Don’t think you’re getting it for free."

Zain paused, amused. "Alright, old man. What do you want?"

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