Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 124: Zain’s Anger Management Class

Zain smirked.

Down the other end of the ruined lot, the Velvet Demon had already cornered her prey.

Which meant—

"You two," he said, cracking his knuckles as he turned to face the remaining pair.

"You’ll fight me."

The one on the left stepped forward, her skin shimmering like blackened glass, hard and jagged.

Obsidian Skin.

"You’re a hero," she growled.

"Why are you siding with the Velvet Demon?"

Her partner stood behind, eyes narrowed.

Threads of red weaved across her palms like living wires. Blood Control.

"She killed a lot of heroes," the blood woman said.

"And you work with her? You’re a disgrace."

Zain shrugged, brushing back his coat. "If you want the answer—"

He darted forward. Their eyes widened.

"—try and take it from me."

Obsidian launched first, stomping into the pavement with a burst of strength.

Her shoulder collided with his chest like a battering ram.

Zain twisted, sidestepping with Quick Step and slamming an elbow straight into her lower back.

Her body didn’t even flinch.

Obsidian skin. Durable as hell.

She spun, throwing a stone-fist uppercut that Zain narrowly ducked.

Her fist missed his jaw by a centimeter.

"Hard, but slow," he muttered, pivoting low. "Figures."

Blood whirled behind, slicing her palm with her own nail.

Her blood streamed midair, forming needles. She flung them toward him.

Zain kicked off a broken crate, launching backward mid-spin.

The red darts shredded past his coat but missed his torso.

"Nice try," he muttered.

He touched the floor—and vanished.

"Where’d he—?!" Obsidian turned, but it was too late.

Mirror Step activated.

Zain emerged behind Blood, slamming his heel down into her shoulder.

She screamed, body crashing into a rusted pipe.

But Obsidian roared, charging again.

This time her whole body shimmered—coated in a full obsidian sheen.

She activated her armor.

He braced—

Her punch landed square into Zain’s ribs, hurling him ten meters through a stack of barrels.

His back hit concrete. Dust exploded.

Zain stood up slowly, exhaling. "Alright. Not bad."

He wiped blood from his lip. "But I’ve fought harder."

Blood had already recovered and reformed her needles into spears now.

Three red spikes floating, dripping, tracking his heartbeat.

"Let’s see you dodge this," she hissed.

They fired.

Zain’s eyes flared. Sharp Eye locked on. Time slowed.

He moved.

The first spear grazed his neck. The second tore into his sleeve.

The third—he caught it. Caught it midair.

Blood’s mouth opened in disbelief.

Zain held her own blood weapon in one hand.

He flicked his wrist. It reversed course and sliced back toward her.

She leapt, barely avoiding it—but her ankle caught the edge. She tumbled.

Zain blurred forward.

Obsidian stepped in, her arms coated in unbreakable black sheen.

She raised them like a wall—

But Zain didn’t slow.

CRACK.

His punch collided. The air shook.

She skidded back, boots grinding sparks from the ground.

The second woman raised both palms.

Veins pulsed—her blood shot outward, shaped like barbed tendrils.

Zain twisted between them. One lash grazed his coat.

Another tried to pierce his side—he grabbed it midair and yanked.

"Is that it?" He growled, and his horns ignited.

His eyes flared crimson, and his body surged with speed and power.

He vanished.

Obsidian turned too late.

WHAM!

She flew across the room and smashed into a stone pillar.

Blood Control snarled, trying to bind Zain’s leg.

But his foot caught the thread midair and tore it in half.

"You’re flashy," she spat.

Zain appeared in front of her. "I’m furious."

BOOM.

She was launched back, blood mist trailing in her wake.

Obsidian Skin recovered and slammed both arms into the ground.

She launched shards of metal from her body. They arced like knives.

Zain grinned. "Good."

He dove in.

One sliced his cheek—but he didn’t flinch.

He punched low, swept her leg, and then grabbed her throat mid-fall.

"Still standing?" he asked.

"Always," she hissed—and her skin turned jagged like obsidian armor.

Blood Control launched again, this time combining blood spears with whip-like strikes.

Zain released the obsidian woman and faced the barrage.

He spun and the spears melted on contact.

"Wrong opponent," he said darkly, stepping through the smoke.

He raised a hand. "You want the answer?"

He punched the ground.

A shockwave burst out.

Both women were thrown back again—this time, gasping.

Zain then walked toward them slowly, boots grinding against the fractured floor.

Obsidian Skin groaned as she pushed herself up.

Her arms cracked and bled beneath the toughened shell. "Y-You..."

Zain tilted his head. "Still conscious?"

The Blood Controller snarled, dragging herself up with tendrils of her own blood forming into a jagged blade.

"You think this is over?"

Zain vanished again—Quick Step—and appeared behind her.

She didn’t even get to turn.

THUD.

His elbow slammed into the back of her neck. Her blade evaporated.

She crumpled forward, limbs twitching before collapsing completely.

"First one down," he muttered.

Obsidian Skin screamed, charging blindly. "I won’t—!"

Too slow.

Zain stepped aside, grabbed her arm, spun her body midair, and brought his knee up into her gut.

CRACK.

Her obsidian coating shattered in places.

Her eyes widened. Air fled her lungs.

"Second one," Zain said flatly.

She dropped to her knees, trembling.

Before she could speak again, Zain’s hand flicked forward and tapped her forehead with two fingers.

She collapsed, eyes rolling back. Out cold.

Zain stood over both of them, looking down with a mild scowl.

Velra approached from behind, brushing soot from her jacket. "Done already?"

"They were loud," Zain said. "But not interesting."

Velra looked down at their unconscious bodies and smirked. "Still breathing?"

Zain shrugged. "For now."

"Good." Velra crouched beside the blood controller, tilting her chin up.

"We’ll talk later."

She looked back at Zain. "You didn’t break anything vital?"

"Just their pride."

Velra chuckled.

"That’s the easiest thing to fix... and the hardest thing to fake."

Zain turned away, letting the red glow fade from his eyes.

"I’ll go outside. You handle the fun part."

Velra licked her lips.

"Interrogation’s more satisfying when they’ve already lost the will to resist."

She reached into her coat and pulled out a silver pin.

"Time to wake them up... gently."