Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 120: Velvet Demon’s Discipline

Velra turned slightly, her eyes landing on Savra and Zelia slumped behind her.

She didn’t flinch at the blood or the exhaustion painted across them.

"Go," she said flatly.

"This isn’t your fight."

Savra grit her teeth, still crouched protectively in front of Zelia.

"You think I’m just gonna—"

"I said go," Velra repeated, her heel tapping once against the concrete.

"Before I change my mind."

Savra narrowed her eyes, gauging the strange woman’s tone.

She didn’t feel like prey.

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Velra’s gaze didn’t waver.

"I don’t kill civilians," she said.

"Not unless they interfere."

"And frankly, I’m not in the mood to waste time deciding which one you are."

She took one slow step forward, her heel clicking again.

"These three?"

Velra tilted her head toward the impostors.

"They’re not just impersonating me."

"They’re exploiting my name to justify butchery."

Her voice dropped lower.

"They’re parasites."

Savra hesitated. "Why should I trust you?"

Velra didn’t answer right away.

Instead, she turned her back to Savra—completely.

"I don’t care if you trust me," she said.

"I’m just telling you to leave."

She glanced over her shoulder.

"I’m here for them."

Savra finally gave a short nod, grimacing as she hooked Zelia’s arm over her shoulder.

"Let’s move."

Zelia mumbled something weakly, but Savra hushed her.

"Come on. We live, we figure out the rest later."

Velra didn’t look back again.

She listened only to the footsteps retreating behind her...

And then raised her head.

Her smile sharpened.

"So," she said, voice low, "Valcair sent you."

All three impostors froze.

Their expressions shifted—not fear, not yet—but tension.

The blood wielder narrowed her eyes. "You know Master Valcair?"

The ghost-stepping one muttered, "She knows his name."

The winged one stepped forward, jaw clenched.

"Velvet Demon... you’re coming with us."

Velra tilted her head, amused.

"Coming with you?" she echoed.

"You think you can drag me back to that scarred freak?"

"Our master wants you," the blood wielder said firmly.

"He said you’re the missing piece."

Velra’s expression turned sharp.

"I’m not a piece. I’m the flame that burned the whole family down."

That rattled them.

"You don’t understand," the winged one hissed.

"You don’t know what he’s been through—"

Velra raised a hand, cutting her off with one simple motion.

"No," she said, calm and razor-sharp.

"You don’t know what I’ve been through."

She pointed at them—slowly, like choosing which one to crush first.

"You were made to kneel. Programmed to obey."

"Slaves with new tattoos and rotting chains."

She stepped forward again, and they tensed.

"But me?"

Her tone shifted—colder, lower.

"I was born in that house. Raised in its filth. And I chose to destroy it."

"You think Valcair is your master?"

She continued, walking a slow arc around them.

"He was the family’s waste. Thrown out like spoiled meat."

"And now he wants to rebuild it with dolls like you?"

She laughed, voice sharp and bitter.

"Then let him try."

She dropped into a stance again, circuits glowing down her spine.

"Come on, then. Prove he’s worth fearing."

Her grin turned vicious.

"Let’s see if you can even touch me, Vantess trash."

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The three impostors didn’t flinch when Velra raised her arm.

They spread out slowly, stalking her with mechanical calm.

Each of them moved in sync.

"We’re not here to talk," one of them said flatly.

"We’re here to bring you back."

The other added, "Alive. Or half-alive. Either is acceptable."

Velra’s silver eyes glimmered.

Then her body shifted.

Weight rolling into one leg, spine loosening.

Posture relaxing as if preparing for a ballroom performance.

"Then keep up."

She snapped her fingers.

A pulse spread from her boots in all directions.

An invisible ripple of distortion that warped the air inside a 10-meter radius.

The Waltz Zone activated.

The three women tensed as Velra vanished from sight.

Her first movement was a blur.

A twist of her hips, and her leg sliced the air beside one impostor’s neck.

She missed on purpose—but the afterimage shimmered.

A thin arc hovered for a breath before Blade Trace carved across the space between them.

The woman ducked. Too late.

Her cheek split open in a red line.

"Tch—!"

Velra was already gone.

She landed between the other two, twirling into a spiral with twin daggers drawn.

Her steps trailed glowing green mist—Venom Trace.

She left a halo of poison behind every slash and pivot.

The impostor nearest her charged, thrusting twin daggers toward Velra’s back.

But the Velvet Demon turned her wrist mid-spin, slicing across air again.

This time, the trail sparked.

Crack.

Electric arcs snapped behind her blade’s path—Shock Trace.

The attacker ran straight into it. A violent twitch seized her limbs.

Her momentum halted instantly as the current shot down her spine.

Velra didn’t look back.

She threw a back kick into the woman’s gut, then carved upward diagonally.

It left Blade Venom Shock in a single fused line.

The second impostor slashed toward Velra’s side.

Velra twisted with impossible reflexes, her tempo blurring beyond human speed within the Waltz Zone.

The attack skimmed her ribs—clothes torn—but she used the opening.

She dipped low, both arms flashing out like scissor blades.

Two trails lingered in the air, crossing each other behind the attacker.

One blink later, the impostor screamed as thin red lines bloomed over her torso.

The venom seeped in through the cuts. Her legs began to tremble.

The third one stayed back, eyes darting, trying to predict Velra’s rhythm.

"She’s not just a rogue—she’s the one who burned the manor!"

"No shit," Velra murmured behind her.

"Took you that long?"

The third whirled around and slashed.

Velra parried it mid-spin.

Their blades clashed, but hers left a glowing shock line on contact.

Then a burst of green mist hissed off her elbow as she stepped past.

"You think you’re the next me?" Velra whispered beside her ear.

The woman’s arm spasmed. Her weapon dropped.

She gasped—but couldn’t move.

Her legs buckled from the paralysis jolt, and poison fatigue was already spreading.

Velra kicked her straight in the chest, sending her flying across the street.

The first two were still recovering.

One vomited from the venom’s buildup.

The other had shallow burns from Shock Trace sparking through her joints.

Velra stood between all three, breathing evenly.

"I burned that house down for a reason," she said.

"You want to chain me back to it?"

Her voice dropped.

"Then die choking on my rhythm."

She took one step forward—light, musical.

All three impostors flinched.

Velra’s body blurred again as she dove back in. Waltz Zone pulsed.

Razor lines chased her every motion. Trails of venom turned the battlefield into a poisonous cage.

Crackling electric traces surged along the air and ground.

And the Velvet Demon danced.