Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 128: Congratulations, You Secured the Room She Just Nuked

The thick blast door hissed open with a screech of twisted metal.

Steam rolled out, clouding the entry, and heat pulsed in waves from the scorched chamber beyond.

Blazren was the first through, his eyes narrowing behind his visor.

"What in the hell..."

The heroes behind him stepped in cautiously, weapons raised, scanning corners.

The moment they were fully inside, the scene hit them all at once.

Rows of cages, lining the walls.

Each held a woman, bruised, restrained, or barely conscious.

Heat coils embedded in the floor flickered erratically, some shattered.

And at the far end of the room—

Meyra lay slumped against a pillar, her chains shattered and her suit torn.

Smoke curled from the broken vent behind her. She was breathing—but barely.

One of the scouts gasped. "What the hell happened here?"

Blazren crouched beside one of the cages.

Inside, a girl—maybe sixteen—stared up at him through cracked glass, her lips too dry to speak.

"Open them," he barked.

His team spread out instantly, prying open the cages, releasing the prisoners one by one.

"Medkits!" one shouted. "Get water down here now!"

"Secure the room!" another called.

Blazren stood slowly, eyes sweeping over the ruined arena.

Scorch marks. Footprints. Broken chain links scattered like shrapnel.

He clenched his jaw.

"Someone beat us here."

One of the lieutenants came running over.

"Sir. The downed woman—she’s alive. Breathing, unconscious."

"High-level fighter based on her gear. Possibly the warden?"

Blazren approached Meyra cautiously.

Her arms were burned, one leg twisted at a bad angle.

Her back was scorched from a concentrated flame hit.

"Definitely not from one of the girls in the cages," he muttered.

"Whoever did this... they knew what they were doing."

One of the heroes knelt beside him. "Think it was the Velvet Demon?"

Blazren looked around again. Controlled impact.

Chain tension marks. Flame trails—but not wide like his own style. Targeted, precise.

He frowned. "Maybe."

"She’s not here now," someone else called.

"Not hiding. No fresh heat signature. Must’ve gone."

Blazren tapped the side of his visor.

"Check for secondary access. Exhaust vents. Damage patterns."

"She might’ve escaped through one of them."

The others moved quickly.

Blazren crouched beside Meyra, watching her unconscious face.

"...You’re going to answer some questions when you wake up," he said quietly.

He stood and turned to the rest. "Secure her."

Two of the stronger enforcers came forward, using reinforced cuffs and a temporary stabilizer field.

Blazren’s voice carried through the chamber.

"Get every one of those girls out. Alive. Carry the ones who can’t walk."

He turned to another officer.

"And someone get me a trace on any tech or paper left behind."

"If the Velvet Demon was here, she left with something."

The younger scout hesitated. "You think she helped them?"

Blazren paused.

Then glanced back at the opened cages.

He didn’t answer right away.

"...I don’t know."

He looked down at the broken women being led out.

Some clutching the heroes who carried them, others too numb to even move.

"But I know she didn’t put them in there."

A long silence passed.

Then his tone shifted.

"We’ll clean up here. But someone tell the Association—The group is moving."

"And if we don’t act faster, we’ll always be one step behind."

One of the lieutenants frowned. "What about the Velvet Demon?"

Blazren’s gaze darkened.

"She just saved people we couldn’t reach."

He turned away, voice low.

"And that scares me more than anything else."

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Zain slipped through the shadows of the ruined station, footsteps silent as air.

His body blurred between broken pillars and scorched walls, fully hidden by Fading in the Dark and Quiet Step.

His eyes scanned every vent, every broken chain, and every collapsed beam.

But she wasn’t there.

Where the hell did you go...?

He checked the impact zone again. Blood. Burned walls. Downed targets.

Meyra, subdued. Heroes pulling women from cages. Still no sign of Velra.

He cursed under his breath.

"She’s not here."

He moved through the back tunnels, weaving silently around the heroes.

One passed just meters from him—never saw him.

Zain turned toward the west corridor, checking vents and escape lines.

Nothing.

Did she already leave?

Finally, after one last sweep, he sighed through his nose and turned toward the upper station ruins.

If she made it out... she’d be waiting above.

Outside, the ruined surface was still and dark.

Zain emerged from the cracked entrance just as a gust of wind passed.

There, leaning casually against a broken rail fence, was Velra.

She was already outside.

Zain raised an eyebrow. "Where the hell are you leaving from?"

Velra gave him a smirk, wiping a faint cut from her cheek with a cloth.

"Found a side pipe. One of your explosive traces cracked it open during the fight."

"Led right into a dead cooling duct. I took the smoke trail out."

Zain walked up to her, glancing at her limbs.

She was fine.

"You’re lucky," he muttered.

"The heroes arrived right after you left."

Velra’s brow furrowed slightly. "I saw them moving in."

She crossed her arms.

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Zain looked toward the city in the distance, voice low.

"They caught one of them."

"Which one?" she asked.

"Don’t know," Zain replied.

"But they had enough information to find the place."

"I think the Association has a memory reader now."

"Or at least someone with psychic extraction."

Velra’s lips pressed into a thin line.

"So they’re catching up."

Zain nodded. "Yeah. And they’re one step behind."

"Which is just close enough to be a problem."

Zain then turned to her.

"What about your mission?"

She reached into her coat slowly, her fingers brushing over the pouch at her side.

"I got something," she said, her smirk returning.

Zain waited.

Velra pulled out a scorched, thick metal-bound file.

The seal was half melted, but the label was still readable:

"ALL BASES – VANTESS NETWORK – ACCESS VAULT"

Zain’s eyes sharpened.

He stepped forward. "Is that what I think it is?"

Velra flipped it open just slightly.

Just enough to let him see rows of old maps and a half-burned list of code names.

She let out a short breath.

"I don’t know who left this behind, but they made a mistake."

Zain’s smirk crept back slowly.

"Or someone inside wants us to burn it down."

Velra nodded, her voice quiet.

"Either way... we just got the key to the rest of the war."

Zain looked out over the ruins again, then turned back to her.

"You ready to move?"

Velra slid the file back into her coat.

"I’ve never been more ready."

She stepped forward.

"Let’s finish what they started, Master."

Zain gave her one last look.

"Then let’s bring the house down."

And they vanished into the shadows once more.