Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 131: One Kick at a Time

Valcair didn’t take a step forward himself.

Instead, his cold, calculating eyes narrowed on Velra.

Then, he raised his hand, activating Slave Chain Protocol.

In an instant, four branded slaves appeared.

Each one different, each bearing a horrifying combination of scars and enhancements.

Their eyes were empty, blank, as if they were nothing more than extensions of Valcair’s will.

Velra watched them appear, her stance unshaken.

Zain stayed back, his eyes focused on the unfolding scene.

Velra smirked slightly.

"I can handle it myself, Master."

Zain’s smirk was faint but knowing.

He nodded. "I trust you."

Velra’s grin widened before her expression turned colder.

She stepped forward, taking in the air around her.

She felt the faint hum of Waltz Zone flickering in her mind.

The branded slaves were still just standing, waiting for Valcair’s orders.

He hadn’t given them anything but his presence yet.

Trace Imprint activated.

Velra’s fingers traced the air, leaving glowing pink lines that shimmered briefly and then vanished.

"Let’s see how well you fight against your own fears," she whispered.

The first slave lunged at her, a muscular man with wide, vacant eyes.

His hands reached for her, fingers elongating into jagged claws.

Without looking back, Velra danced forward.

Waltz Zone amplifying her speed.

The first step, and the room around her shifted.

Her heel clicked, and a Trace Imprint appeared under the slave’s feet—Poison.

The effect activated as soon as he touched the ground, causing a green haze to briefly rise from the floor.

The slave staggered, his legs giving out as the poison took effect.

His body froze, the paralysis sinking in.

Velra’s next movement was already calculated.

With a snap of her fingers, the Trace Imprint turned into fire, exploding around the man’s chest, leaving his skin smoking.

He screamed in agony, but the fire didn’t last long.

The Trace Imprint shifted again—Shock, sending a jolt through his already burned body.

The slave convulsed violently, and with a final gasp, he collapsed to the floor, unconscious.

Velra didn’t look at him as she moved past, her focus now on the other three.

"Next."

The second slave—a woman with steel-rigged arms—charged at her, swinging a spiked club.

Velra sidestepped with Quick Step, her body a blur, and in a flash, she flicked her wrist.

A Trace Imprint of Venom snaked across the floor beneath the woman’s feet.

It triggered a second later as the woman stepped on it.

The poison burned through her veins. Her body stiffened.

Velra closed the distance and performed a spinning kick laced with poison and fire.

The woman fell backward, her entire body crumpling from the combined effects.

The third slave, a tall man with metallic plating grafted to his chest.

He rushed in, his body glowing with a faint, eerie light.

He raised his fists, each one reinforced with steel.

Metal Body.

He swung. Fast. Brutal.

Velra didn’t dodge this time. Instead, she planted her feet and prepared.

"Try harder," she whispered, activating Waltz Zone once more.

Her movements became even faster, and the steel-plated fists came toward her.

She caught the first punch, her hand locking against the fist with impossible strength.

The force tried to crush her wrist, but her enhanced speed let her match it.

She slammed her knee into his chest.

Impact: Fire.

She left a delayed explosive trace that set his chest ablaze.

The man grunted, but Velra wasn’t done.

With a twist, she planted her foot on his knee and kicked his side with a force that bent the metallic plating.

He howled, falling to the ground with the poison seeping through his system.

The fourth slave, however, wasn’t just standing by.

This one was a beast. Large. Muscular. A hybrid of man and wolf.

Wolf Shift.

Velra’s eyes narrowed as it charged at her, claws outstretched, teeth bared.

She smirked.

Trace Imprint: Shock.

As the beast lunged, she sidestepped, letting the creature pass just beside her.

She then sent the electricity along his body.

His legs jerked, and for a moment, he lost control of his movement.

Waltz Zone allowed her to move behind him in an instant.

She grabbed his arm and swung him into a nearby pillar, the shock still surging through his body.

The beast yelped but quickly regained his footing, his muscles spasming from the aftershock.

Velra’s hand snapped.

Trace Imprint: Venom.

It bloomed beneath his feet.

The beast jerked back, but it was too late.

BOOM.

Venom bloomed into the air, and the creature staggered.

He swiped at the air, but his vision was already clouded.

His body was breaking down from the poison.

"Finished," Velra said coldly.

She turned back to the pile of fallen slaves. "You’re all still too slow."

Valcair watched from a distance, unmoving, his face darkening with each fallen slave.

But then, to Velra’s surprise, he smirked.

"Don’t think I only have four," he said, his voice cold and mocking. "I have more."

Velra paused for a moment, her eyes narrowing.

She scanned the room, calculating her next move.

The air around her felt heavier, colder. Something was off.

More slaves?

She frowned. "How many?"

Valcair chuckled darkly, his voice echoing in the vast chamber.

"Enough to wear you down, Velvet Demon."

Suddenly, the floor trembled.

From beneath the ground, more figures began to rise.

No longer just human, but beasts of varying shapes and sizes.

Some were mutated, others had mechanical enhancements.

The smell of burning oil and blood filled the room as they stepped forward.

Each one moving with purpose, each one branded like the others.

Velra clenched her fists, glaring at the newly revealed slaves.

"To think you branded these," she spat.

"We Vantess used to only deal with female slaves."

"But you’ve twisted everything. You’ve gone too far."

Valcair smirked, his eyes cold as ice.

"I’m not the same anymore," he said, his voice tinged with bitterness.

"I’m not the old Vantess. I am different."

Velra’s expression darkened.

"You think your changes make you stronger?"

Valcair took a step forward, his mechanical fingers gleaming in the dim light.

"No, they make me better. I see weakness now, Velra."

"And I am the one who will decide who lives and who dies."