Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 247: Let’s Meet My Sister

The ether circle beneath their feet pulsed gently, the sigils now glowing a soft red.

Faint energy drifted upward like heat waves from the old stone.

The power hummed in the air told them it wouldn’t stay quiet for long.

Zain stood near the edge, his coat shifting with the light wind as he looked toward Velra.

"Are you excited?" he asked, his tone low and calm.

Velra stood tall beside him, arms behind her back, eyes locked on the swirling sigils.

Her lips curled into a subtle smile.

"Of course."

Zain raised an eyebrow. "That much?"

Velra gave a soft nod. "It’s been a long time."

"A long time?"

She turned to face him, her rose-pink eyes glowing faintly under the platform’s light.

"You know my family—the Vantess line—was once considered one of the noble families in B-Zone."

"Not like those low-tier surface nobles. We were top-tier. Respected. Feared."

Zain crossed his arms. "You never mentioned travel rights before."

Velra smiled faintly. "That’s because even in B-Zone, only a few had the wealth and status to touch the edge of A-Zone."

"My family did. We didn’t live there, but... sometimes, we went."

Zain narrowed his eyes. "You went to A-Zone for holidays?"

Velra chuckled lightly. "It sounds insane, I know. But it happened."

"Once or twice when I was younger. We had connections. Certain gates only nobles knew how to access."

Zain looked up, as if trying to picture the floating island above the clouds.

"But isn’t it dangerous? From what Syvarn said, that place is filled with monsters in human skin."

Velra nodded, stepping forward. Her boots clicked softly on the platform.

"Dangerous? Yes. But also beautiful."

"A-Zone isn’t just stronger than the other zones—it’s far more advanced."

"Even if B-Zone already looks like a futuristic city, A-Zone makes it feel outdated."

She paused, recalling something distant.

"Cities carved into floating stone. Glass towers taller than anything here."

"Ether tech everywhere. Drones that move without a sound. People who walk like gods and talk like politicians."

Zain watched her as she spoke, noting the rare softness in her voice.

"So even back then, you walked among elites."

"Briefly," Velra said.

"But it didn’t last since I destroyed my own family after all."

Zain nodded. "And now we open a different gate."

She smirked. "This time, I go not as a guest—but as the Velvet Demon."

Zain smiled.

"And I go not as a curious hero—but as the Heavenly Demon."

The teleportation platform’s glow grew stronger, pulsing in rhythm like a heartbeat.

He turned his head slightly, eyes narrowing.

"And now," he continued, "it’s time to meet my big sister again—Zelia."

The name hung in the air like a spark before a fire.

Velra looked over, the grin forming on her lips slow and deliberate.

Zain glanced at her.

"And you, Velra... it’ll be time to meet your new friend soon—Savra."

He raised a hand, energy flickering around his fingers.

"She’ll be my second slave. Right beside you."

Velra stepped forward, eyes glowing pink, her voice low and full of delight.

"I look forward to it," she said.

"I’ve been wondering what kind of woman could handle Master’s attention besides me."

Zain chuckled. "You’ll see. She’s the one who took Zelia to the top. But she also forgot something—"

He stepped to the center of the platform. Velra followed.

"No one outruns the Heavenly Demon."

The sigils flared white. A loud hum filled the chamber.

The air bent and twisted around them.

Velra looked up as the light engulfed their bodies.

"Let’s go claim what’s ours."

A final surge of ether exploded beneath them.

The platform flashed—then fell silent.

Zain and Velra were gone.

Teleported toward the sky.

Toward the A-Zone.

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High above the clouds, where no outsider could casually walk, the floating cities of A-Zone gleamed like a paradise.

Towers of crystal-tech shimmered under an ether-rich sky. But paradise was a lie.

In the shadows between districts, screams echoed. Bodies dropped.

Two women walked through the blood-soaked alley of an elite black market hub—once hidden, now exposed.

Around them, corpses lay scattered—slashed, burned, crushed.

These were not ordinary thugs.

They were former warlords, assassins, brokers of mutant drugs, and Class tech smugglers.

Their pleas for mercy had gone unanswered.

There was no mercy here.

One of the women brushed crimson strands of hair from her face as she stepped over a twitching body.

Her eyes were red, playful, glowing with fire that refused to dim.

A mocking smile curled on her lips as she twirled a dagger between her fingers.

Savra.

She crouched beside a still-breathing man, lifted his chin with the blade, and whispered with a grin.

"You boys talk so big when your guns work."

Then she drove the dagger into his throat without hesitation.

Next to her walked a taller, calmer woman with black hair flowing behind her.

Her steps were quiet. Her gaze was soft. Her movements are smooth.

But the calm in her eyes didn’t match the destruction she left behind.

Zelia.

Her hands were bare. Her weapons were ether itself.

Where she passed, bones cracked and blood evaporated into steam.

She had fought in complete silence, never raising her voice, never once looking shaken.

She paused. Her eyes narrowed.

"...Weird," she murmured.

Savra looked over, still wiping her blade clean. "Hmm? What’s weird, Zelia?"

Zelia stood still for a moment. She looked to the sky.

"I felt something. Just now. Like..."

She paused, frowning gently, "like someone is... coming to me."

Savra raised an eyebrow. "Coming to you? That’s oddly dramatic for you."

Zelia kept her eyes upward. "It wasn’t a voice. It wasn’t an alert."

"It was... something else. Deep. Familiar."

Savra straightened and laughed. "Don’t tell me it’s your ’Zain sense.’"

Zelia didn’t answer.

Savra walked over, swinging her bloodstained dagger lightly. "Well?"

Zelia finally turned her head, calm but firm. "He’s coming."

Savra blinked, then smiled. "He?"

Zelia’s eyes stayed locked on the sky. "My little brother."

Savra tilted her head, amused. "Didn’t he stay behind in the B-Zone? All serious, dark coat, demon wannabe stuff?"

Zelia didn’t look at her.

Savra’s smile widened. She turned to face the same direction.

"Well then," she said, voice laced with delight, "guess it’s time I meet your adorable brother."

She stretched her arms. "Think he’s cute?"

Zelia didn’t blink. "He’s dangerous."

"I like that," Savra said.

Above them, the sky shimmered faintly.

Ether swirled in the wind like a ripple breaking through dimensions.

The teleportation gate had begun to open.

Far below, B-Zone belonged to the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Now, the real war was coming home.

And in the A-Zone...

Two demons were waiting.

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