Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 132: So Anyway, I Started Punching

Velra frowned, her breath steady but her mind already calculating her next move.

The slaves, now fully revealed, surrounded her.

The mutation and mechanical enhancements had made them stronger.

Faster, and more lethal than the ones she had already fought.

Her gaze flicked between each of them.

Two towering figures, one with metal body enhancements, the other radiating a poisonous aura.

One more moved silently, the sharp glint of chains wrapped around her arms ready to strike.

Valcair’s voice echoed in the distance, taunting.

"Let’s see how long you last now, Velvet Demon."

"You may have killed a few, but I have more."

Velra’s fists clenched.

"Not for long," she muttered, more to herself than to him.

She could already feel the tension in her muscles, the burn of exhaustion from the previous fights.

She needed a way to finish this quickly.

Without wasting another moment, she activated Waltz Zone.

The air around her shimmered as her movements became a blur of speed and precision.

She was faster now, but she knew she had to conserve her energy.

Trace Imprint flashed into existence beneath her feet, leaving glowing lines in her steps.

She quickly placed the imprint, potent poison, across the room just as the slaves closed in.

With her speed, she reached the first one, a tall, mechanically enhanced brute.

She slapped her hand against his side, leaving the toxic imprint on his skin.

The effect was instantaneous.

His body jerked violently, his muscles locking up as the poison began to course through him.

He staggered back, barely able to maintain his footing.

But before he could collapse, another slave, a swift woman with chain whips, moved to intercept.

She lashed her chains out, aiming straight for Velra.

Velra barely managed to dodge, but the chains scraped against her side, slicing through her suit and leaving a deep gash.

The pain was sharp, but Velra kept moving, her focus on the waltz zone effect amplifying her speed.

But the energy it took to maintain that level of movement was starting to wear on her.

She could feel her stamina draining.

"I need to finish this..." she muttered under her breath, avoiding another attack.

The slaves were relentless.

The poisoned brute was starting to slow down.

But the chain-wielding woman and another vibrational shift slave moved in.

Their attacks were quick and precise.

She felt the ground vibrate underfoot as the slave with growth shift charged her.

His body expanded with more mass.

Velra’s eyes widened. Too many to handle...

She shifted again, narrowly dodging the larger slave’s attack.

But the poison’s effect was starting to wear off on him.

Velra tried to land a blow, but her strength was faltering.

The chain-wielding woman struck again, lashing out with brutal force.

One of the chains wrapping tightly around Velra’s leg and yanking her off balance.

She slammed against the floor, hard, pain shooting through her side.

"Damn it!" Velra gritted her teeth, pushing herself back up.

But the burn of fatigue was making it harder.

The brute was back on his feet, his muscles twitching as the poison failed to fully paralyze him.

He came at her with a swing of his fist, the ground cracking beneath his weight.

Velra staggered, her legs heavy. She barely dodged, her side still bleeding from the last attack.

The vibrational slave, using her growth shift ability, threw a punch, and the air shuddered.

It hit Velra in the chest, sending her flying backward into a metal pillar.

The impact left her gasping for breath.

The poison wasn’t strong enough.

Her body was getting weaker by the second.

Velra gritted her teeth, anger rising.

"You’re going to regret this," she said between breaths.

She raised her hand, summoning more Trace Imprints.

But this time, she couldn’t get them all in place before the slaves attacked again.

The chain-wielder grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her back just as the poison effect was about to activate again.

Her body felt heavier now.

One more strike, she could feel it.

If she could land one more venomous imprint, maybe she could finish them off.

But the last slave, the growth-shifted behemoth, was already upon her.

He swung his massive fists again.

She saw it coming and there was no way to dodge it in her current state.

She took the blow, the force sending her crashing into the stone wall, her vision blurring.

Everything was spinning. She felt herself slipping.

She could barely keep her eyes open as the world around her became a haze.

But then... she felt something snap inside her.

She wasn’t done yet.

She closed her eyes. Took a deep breath.

And activated one last Trace Imprint.

Shock.

The last slave, still standing above her, froze.

Then he fell, his body convulsing from the sudden jolt of electricity coursing through him.

The other two slaves staggered, the vibrational one crumbling from the last remnants of the poison.

Velra pushed herself to her feet, stumbling but alive. Barely.

The fight had drained her, but she wasn’t done yet. Not by a long shot.

Valcair’s voice broke the silence, a low, mocking laugh escaping him.

"You did good, Velvet Demon."

Velra’s eyes narrowed. "Good enough to kill you?"

Valcair smirked, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement.

"You think you’re finished? You’ve fought the small fry."

"But you haven’t seen anything yet."

He gestured around the room. More figures emerged from the shadows, twisted and grotesque.

Beast-like slaves, their eyes wild and their movements erratic.

Some were mutated, others mechanically enhanced, all towering and filled with unnatural strength.

Velra’s frown deepened. "So this is how you fight. With more toys."

Valcair’s grin widened, his posture relaxed as he gazed at her.

"Toys? No, Velvet Demon. These are my true soldiers. Much stronger than you think."

Velra’s muscles tensed, preparing for the worst.

But then—something unexpected happened.

Behind Valcair, a figure moved, swift as a shadow.

He smirked as he approached from behind, unnoticed.

And in one sudden motion, he punched straight into Valcair’s chest from behind. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

The force was brutal.

Valcair’s body jerked backward as blood erupted from his mouth.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

"What—?" Valcair gasped, barely able to comprehend what had happened.

His hands reached for his chest, where Zain’s fist had pierced his flesh, blood trickling between his fingers.

Zain stepped back, his voice dripping with cold amusement.

"You’re good at gathering slaves, Valcair, but too bad... you’re too weak."