Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 119: Swing Until the End

One of the masked women stepped forward, her boots clicking against the concrete.

Without a word, Savra flicked open her silver lighter.

"Playtime’s over."

With a snap of her fingers, the fire leapt from the lighter and twisted into a searing whip.

It was Flame Control in action.

The leader of the impostors let out a low laugh. "You’re flashy."

She raised her hand.

Her body began to change.

Horns sprouted from her head, black-red wings erupted from her back.

Her eyes glowed.

"Demon Shift," she growled.

"Let’s see if you can handle a real monster."

Savra’s whip cracked forward, flaming arcs lashing through the air.

The winged impostor took to the sky, darting with erratic, savage flight.

Her claws swept down.

Savra rolled to the side, spun, and launched a flame burst directly into her back.

The winged woman shrieked and spiraled midair.

"Zelia, behind me!"

"I said I can handle it!"

Zelia barked, blocking a slash from the second impostor’s blood-forged blade.

The girl had already cut her own forearm.

Her Blood Control was manifesting into crimson claws.

"You’re gonna die out here, little girl," the blood wielder hissed, slashing again.

Zelia deflected with her knife, each strike pushing her back.

Her breathing was shallow, but her stance didn’t break.

"I don’t need to win,"

Zelia muttered, dodging barely.

"I just need to hold you off."

The third impostor disappeared into the wall.

Specter Drift. No footsteps, no sound.

Savra’s eyes narrowed.

"Zelia! One’s phased out. Watch the ground!"

Zelia nodded, eyes flicking around.

Savra raised her arms and sent a firestorm upward.

It crashed into the flying demon again and knocking her out of the air.

She hit the ground hard, snarling.

"You’ll burn," Savra said coldly, walking toward her.

The Specter girl emerged from the concrete behind Zelia like a ghost.

Her hand reached for Zelia’s throat—

But Zelia dropped low instinctively and stabbed upward.

The blade passed through mist.

"Too slow," the ghost hissed, vanishing again.

"She’s not solid yet," Savra said sharply.

"She can’t hit you in that state. Time your strike when she reforms!"

"Got it!"

Blood-control girl swept her hand wide, sending a barrage of crimson needles at Zelia.

The younger girl rolled, raising her arms.

One sliced across her leg—she gritted her teeth but didn’t cry out.

Savra raised her hand.

A wave of fire spread out in a circle, forcing the blood wielder back

It also disrupted the ghost’s attempt to emerge again.

The demon-winged impostor rose, wings tattered but intact.

"You’re strong..."

Savra narrowed her eyes.

"You’re cheap copies."

She threw the lighter upward—then kicked it.

The flame exploded into the air, then arced like a meteor onto the flying impostor.

It blasted her back down again in a spiral of fire.

"Stay down."

Zelia’s stance wavered.

Her fingers were white around the knife’s hilt, her knees buckling slightly.

The winged impostor groaned from the crater her body had left.

But she wasn’t finished.

From the shadows behind, the Specter Drift girl emerged again—silent, precise.

Savra noticed it too late.

"Zelia—!"

Zelia turned just as the ghost phased halfway out of the wall behind her.

A solid hand, sharpened into a spectral blade, sliced across her back.

Zelia screamed.

The knife dropped from her grip.

Her body crumpled forward, blood splattering across the concrete.

Savra’s heart clenched.

She spun, flame lashing backward.

It missed—the ghost had already vanished again.

"Zelia!"

Zelia barely looked up, her face twisted in pain, lips trembling.

"I... I’m fine," she lied, even as blood poured down her back and leg.

"No, you’re not."

Savra grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back just as the blood controller struck again.

Blades of red whipped through the air.

One grazed Savra’s shoulder, slicing cleanly through her jacket.

Savra cursed and pushed Zelia behind her.

The winged impostor stood again, her body scorched but eyes filled with rage.

"You heroes act tough," she growled.

"But you bleed just like the rest."

Savra’s eyes narrowed.

"You’re not even real threats," she snapped.

"Just pretenders who got lucky."

Another wave of blood needles flew from the second impostor.

Savra summoned a burst of flame to block it.

But this time, the ghost struck from below.

Phasing through the street itself, the Specter girl launched upward.

She was solidifying just long enough to deliver a punishing uppercut to Savra’s ribs.

Savra staggered back, coughing, fire flickering around her fingertips.

The three impostors regrouped.

"She’s tired," the ghost said flatly.

"And the kid can’t move," the blood wielder added.

The winged girl smirked, wings folding inward.

"Time to end it."

Savra stood over Zelia, breathing hard, blood running down her side.

She whispered without looking down.

"You still conscious?"

Zelia rasped out, "Barely."

"Good. Stay like that."

The impostors rushed forward at once.

Blood slicing through the air, shadow stepping in and out of surfaces, and wings flaring to slam down with full force.

Savra let out a scream—not of fear, but fury.

She ignited everything.

A ring of fire exploded outward, forcing all three back temporarily.

But it was weak.

Her flames sputtered as she dropped to one knee beside Zelia.

Her head pounded.

"I... can’t protect both of us like this..."

The impostors advanced, surrounding them.

Zelia reached for her knife again. Her hands trembled.

"I’ll fight."

"No. You’ll get killed."

"But I can’t—"

"Shut up."

Savra stared ahead, eyes sharp despite the blood at her lips.

"If we go down... I want it to be swinging."

The impostors prepared to strike.

But suddenly, the air shifted.

Another figure stepped into view.

Tall, cold, wrapped in the same black and pink design as theirs.

But sleeker, tighter, and far more refined.

Her voice was sharp enough to cut steel.

"So now you’re attacking civilians?"

The three impostors turned sharply.

The blood controller hissed, "Who the hell—"

But she stopped.

They all did.

Because they recognized her aura. Her stance.

The real Velvet Demon stood before them.

"To think..."

She said, slowly circling them, her high heels tapping like a ticking bomb.

"You dared wear my colors... then raised your hands against civilians?"

She stopped beside the crater.

"You’re not just failures," she said flatly.

"You’re stains."

The winged one clenched her fists. "You think we’re afraid of you?"

Velra tilted her head.

"No," she said softly. "But you will be."

Then she raised her leg, slowly, and smiled.

"I’ll make you pay for every imitation."