Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 111: Bring Back Coffee

Velra took a cautious step forward.

She didn’t know what the three were planning next.

But something had changed in their posture.

The two yellow-and-black followers moved at the same time.

Each one reached into a pouch at their side.

They pulled out a small black capsule.

Without hesitation, they slammed them against the ground.

FSSSHHH—!

Thick smoke burst upward, engulfing the alley in seconds.

Even Velra couldn’t see clearly inside it.

She snapped backward, spinning out of the cloud.

She landed on a rooftop ledge with perfect balance.

Her eyes darted around, scanning quickly.

But when the smoke cleared—

They were gone.

Velra stood still for a moment.

Then she muttered under her breath.

"...Fuck."

"To think they were setting up some dramatic last move."

She scoffed, turning on her heel and pacing a few steps forward.

"But they weren’t preparing an attack."

She looked toward the rooftops—no movement.

"They were just running away."

Her tone dipped lower, colder.

"Wearing my colors. Quoting my words."

"But the second it gets real...?"

She stopped again, clenching her fist.

"I’ll make sure they don’t get far next time."

Her fingers relaxed.

"When I find them again... I’ll start with their knees."

"And break their legs so they never run again."

She turned away, walking back toward the rooftops.

---

Zain’s communicator blinked in the morning.

It was a direct line—only a few had access to it.

Velra’s voice came through.

"Master. I need to report something."

"It’s about that masked group."

Zain sat up slightly, rubbing his eyes.

"Masked group...?"

He frowned.

"Where the hell are you right now?"

Velra replied, "BB-1 upper district. Small café near the plaza."

"I didn’t want to attract attention."

Zain nodded. "I’ll be there in a few minutes."

He swung his legs off the bed and started pulling on his clothes.

From behind him, a sleepy voice called out.

"Where are you going...?"

Savra still lay across the bed, barely opening her eyes.

Zain glanced over his shoulder with a smirk.

"To see my other girlfriend."

Savra rolled her eyes. "Tch. Figures."

He buttoned up his coat.

"Just sleep, my princess. You need rest after last night."

Savra laughed lightly.

"You’re not wrong."

"I don’t think I could even stand right now."

Zain grinned, adjusting his collar.

"That’s because I’m built different."

She waved her hand lazily.

"Go, go. I’ll interrogate Zelia for breakfast when I’m conscious."

"Good plan," Zain said, stepping toward the door.

He turned one last time.

"Don’t miss me too much."

"Bring back coffee," she mumbled.

Zain chuckled.

And then he stepped out and went toward Velra.

---

Zain arrived at the café quietly.

His Flesh Brand made finding Velra easy.

He could feel her presence the moment he crossed into the plaza.

He stepped inside, eyes scanning the café briefly before spotting her.

Velra was seated near the window, wearing a long black coat over a simple dark outfit.

Zain approached and slid into the seat across from her.

He leaned forward, his voice low and direct.

"All right. What did you find out?"

Velra glanced around once, then met his gaze.

"It was a bit surprising," she said quietly.

"But those masked copycats—they’re not random."

Zain raised an eyebrow. "How not random?"

Velra’s eyes sharpened.

"They’re connected to me. Or at least... to my past."

Zain frowned slightly. "You mean..."

Velra nodded.

"They were Vantess slaves."

"Trained, marked, and raised under my family’s rule."

Zain leaned back in his chair, arms folding.

"Wait. You mean actual Vantess family sex slaves?"

Velra gave a slow nod.

"That’s what they were originally meant to be."

Zain’s expression hardened.

"But didn’t you destroy the family?"

"Burn the estate down yourself?"

Velra nodded, hearing that.

"I did. I made sure that all things related to Vantess."

"Burned to ash that night."

Zain narrowed his eyes.

"Still... those girls."

"If they were trained for sexual stuff, not strength..."

"How are they so strong now?"

"They could even kill B-Rank heroes."

Velra shook her head.

"I don’t know," she admitted.

"That’s the part I can’t figure out."

Zain leaned forward slightly.

"Could it be... former slaves of the Vantess family?" he asked.

"Ones that were already sold off and maybe escaped their buyers?"

Velra looked up at him, her expression firm.

"No," she said flatly.

"That shouldn’t be possible."

Zain frowned. "Why not?"

She lowered her voice.

"Because all Vantess slaves..."

"All of them were marked with a branded curse."

Zain’s eyes narrowed.

Velra continued.

"The mark wasn’t just a symbol. It was a control seal."

"If they ever tried to run... the mark would activate."

She tapped two fingers lightly against her own neck.

"A slow-acting poison would spread into their bloodstream."

"Painful. Always fatal."

Zain’s brow furrowed deeper. "You checked their bodies?"

Velra nodded.

"Yes. They have the marks near their necks."

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Zain’s voice turned sharp. "A replica?"

"No," Velra said.

"A variation."

She leaned back in her chair, tension settling into her posture.

"That’s what caught my attention."

Zain muttered, "So... someone not only revived the mark but upgraded it?"

Velra nodded. "Someone who knew how."

Zain exhaled slowly. "So it’s not just former slaves."

Velra shook her head.

"No. This wasn’t a rogue training project. It wasn’t chaos."

She looked him dead in the eye.

"This was organized."

"And the only ones who had that kind of knowledge..."

"Were members of the inner Vantess bloodline."

Zain’s tone darkened.

"So you’re saying... someone from your family survived."

Velra’s voice dropped to a whisper.

"Not just survived."

She clenched her fists beneath the table.

"Someone with power. Influence."

"And the will to rebuild the house I burned down."

Zain leaned back slowly.

"Well," he said after a pause.

"Guess we’ll have to burn it down again."

Velra smiled—just a little.

"They think reviving the name makes them noble again."

She then looked out the window, her voice low but firm.

"But I’ll make sure of it—"

"I’ll erase every trace."

"I’ll be the last Vantess... and the end of it."