Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 110: Try Replacing Me

Velra narrowed her eyes, her voice cold.

"What the hell do you mean... ’meet the one who began it all’?"

The black-and-pink leader raised her chin slightly.

"It’s time for women like us."

"those always used, always discarded..."

"To fight back."

She stepped forward slowly.

"And you, the villain who kills corrupted heroes..."

"You proved it’s possible."

"You showed us how."

Velra’s frown deepened.

"So you put on my colors and just decided to follow me?"

The woman nodded calmly.

"You gave us a symbol."

"We don’t want to be saved."

"We want to be feared."

Velra’s voice turned sharp. "Then take off your mask."

The woman didn’t flinch.

"As you wish."

She raised her hands and unlatched her mask.

As it came off, Velra’s eyes widened.

Her breath caught.

She recognized the face.

A face she hadn’t seen since the old days.

Before Zain, before even when she became Razorwaltz.

Her voice dropped.

"You—"

She didn’t finish.

She vanished—Quick Step.

THUMP!

She reappeared right in front of the pink-haired woman.

She unleashed a sudden spinning kick straight toward her side.

The woman gasped, raising her arms in time to block the hit.

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The yellow-black followers stood up immediately, ready to jump in.

"Wait!"

The pink-haired one shouted, recovering.

She looked back at Velra, confused.

"What are you doing?"

Velra’s voice was low and dangerous.

"Don’t think I don’t know who you really are."

The pink-haired woman narrowed her eyes.

"What?"

"Your eyes," Velra said, stepping slowly around her.

"Grey. Just like the ones I used to see every day."

Her gaze shifted to the woman’s neck.

"And that mark under your collar..."

The pink-haired woman instinctively touched her neck.

Velra smirked.

"I know what that is."

"A V-shaped brand, sealed with silver."

"A Vantess slave mark."

The woman’s breath hitched.

Velra’s smile widened.

"So it seems," she said coldly.

"There are still some survivors from the noble Vantess bloodline."

The pink-haired woman stood still, her fingers twitching slightly.

"How do you know that?"

Velra didn’t answer right away.

She leaned in just a little, smirking.

"Because I watched your family burn."

The pink-haired woman frowned.

"I don’t know how you learned about the Vantess family, Velvet Demon."

"But you know too much."

She stepped forward, her tone shifting from reverent to hostile.

"And because of that... you have to die."

The two yellow-black masked followers tensed but didn’t move.

They were waiting for her signal.

"Even if you are the Velvet Demon," she continued.

"You’re still just another villain playing queen."

She reached for her mask again, this time with anger in her motion.

"I’ll be the one who replaces you."

"I’ll wear the name, the color, the fear."

Velra’s expression didn’t change.

She slowly placed a hand on her hip.

"Replace me?" she said softly.

"That’s a big dream for someone still carrying chains."

The pink-haired woman’s eyes flashed with fury.

"Watch your mouth."

Velra chuckled darkly.

"Come do something about it."

There was a pause.

The wind between the buildings whistled faintly.

The pink-haired woman stared at Velra, and Velra stared right back.

But only one of them knew the truth.

Only one of them knew who the real Vantess was.

"You think wearing pink and black makes you something special," Velra said calmly.

"But it doesn’t."

The pink-haired woman clenched her fists.

Velra took one final step closer, her voice dropping again.

"If you really want to see what Velvet Demon means..."

"Then try replacing me."

"Let’s see how long you survive."

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Without another word, the pink-haired leader stepped back.

She then snapped her fingers.

The two yellow-and-black masked women moved instantly.

The first darted forward, her body blurring with Quick Step.

She was closing the gap in a flash.

Her gloves sparked, Thunder Hand activated.

She launched a punch aimed straight at Velra’s ribs.

Velra shifted sideways with minimal effort.

She let the blow miss by a few inches, her eyes already locked on the second.

From the rear, the other yellow-clad woman raised both hands.

hissss.

A green stream shot toward Velra’s face.

Venom Spit.

Velra twisted her body, letting it splash past her shoulder.

"Poison?" she muttered.

"Sloppy."

She spun low, her heel slicing through the air.

She forced the charging attacker to leap back.

But as she recovered, the pink-haired leader stepped in.

Two sharp, clean strikes.

Her arms moved fast and precisely.

Sharp Eye. Quick Hands.

Velra ducked the first blow, deflected the second.

She slid back with a smirk behind her mask.

"You’ve got speed but no rhythm."

The yellow attacker came back again.

Quick Step, then a punch crackling with electricity.

Velra caught her wrist.

Bone Tighten reinforced her grip.

She shoved her into her own teammate.

The two yellow fighters stumbled together.

The pink leader used the distraction to unleash Blade Fling.

Sharp spinning blades shot toward Velra’s midsection.

Velra stepped left, barely avoiding it.

She watched the blade slice past and vanish into the wall.

"Tch," the pink-haired girl muttered.

"You all move fast," Velra said, circling again.

"But you’re still guessing."

She began to move now.

Faster.

Each step—Shock Trace crackled behind her.

She zipped between the two yellow followers.

Light kicks, feints, traps. They followed.

They stepped directly into her spark trails.

ZAP!

The first convulsed, locking up.

Velra spun, swept the second’s legs, then marked her with a quick heel flick.

Venom Trace laced her boot, leaving a trail along the girl’s side.

The pink-haired leader leapt back, breathing heavier.

Velra pointed a finger at her.

"You were smart to kneel."

"Because this? This is still just my warm-up."

The three regrouped slowly.

One paralyzed, one poisoned, and the third—watching, calculating.

Velra stood tall.

Her collar glowing, her tone commanding.

"You want to replace me?"

"Try surviving me first."

The pink-haired woman didn’t flinch.

She stared straight into Velra’s glowing eyes.

"Do it."

Her voice was flat. Commanding.

The two yellow-and-black followers hesitated.

One still reeling from a shock, the other wiping venom from her side.

They exchanged a glance, clearly unsure.

But slowly, they nodded.

"...Understood."

"We’ll handle it."

Velra tilted her head slightly.

She didn’t know what they were going to do.