Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 133: Sorry, Did You Say Something

Valcair stared in shock as Zain stood behind him.

His bloodied hand still pressed against his chest, struggling to keep himself upright.

"How...?" Valcair rasped, his voice barely a whisper.

"How can you be behind me?"

Zain’s smirk deepened, his eyes gleaming with a chilling amusement.

"It’s pretty easy," he said, his voice low and mocking.

"I have some abilities that let me walk silently."

He circled around Valcair, the sound of his footsteps barely audible.

"And with you focused so much on her..."

He gestured toward Velra, who stood a few feet away, watching the scene unfold with a calculating gaze.

"You didn’t really inspect your surroundings."

Valcair’s eyes darkened.

He knew this was bad.

He could feel the weight of Zain’s words.

His life was slipping away.

"If you kill me," Valcair growled, his voice edged with desperation.

"All my slaves will be enraged."

"Some of them even have the power of AA-ranked heroes."

"Do you really want to kill me?"

Zain stopped walking, his grin never fading.

He crossed his arms, eyes narrowing in amusement.

"Of course I would."

His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper as he leaned in close against Valcair’s ear.

"Hell, it even gets more interesting that way."

Valcair shuddered, the coldness in Zain’s voice sinking into his bones.

His eyes widened as he felt a rush of panic and understanding.

Zain was serious.

"No... no, please, don’t kill me," Valcair begged.

The arrogance faded from his voice as he realized the true danger he was in.

"I’ll give you whatever you want, just... spare me."

Zain didn’t flinch. Instead, he stepped back, folding his arms.

"Your slaves almost killed the one I loved," he said, his voice still calm.

But filled with icy rage.

"So now, I’m going to give back exactly what you deserve."

Valcair’s face paled, realizing the weight of Zain’s words.

"No..."

His voice faltered, eyes wild with fear.

"You don’t need to do this. I can offer you more."

"More power. More information. I can show you—"

Zain cut him off with a sharp gesture, his eyes narrowing.

"You don’t get it, do you, Valcair?"

"You’re not going to bargain your way out of this."

"You’ve already taken everything from me."

Valcair’s breathing quickened, the realization of his inevitable death sinking in.

"Please... don’t. I beg you."

Zain chuckled darkly, stepping closer once more.

"You beg now, but it’s too late. You gave me pain, and now it’s time to return it."

Velra moved a step forward, her gaze steady as she watched Zain.

Zain glanced at her briefly, then back to Valcair, his voice colder than before.

"You think you’re in control of everything, Valcair."

"But in the end, you’re just another pawn in the game."

With a swift motion, zain moved forward

He reached out and grabbed the Valcair’s head with one hand.

His palm tightened.

Bones creaked beneath his fingers.

Zain tilted his head, eyes gleaming red.

"You’re not worth another breath."

Valcair gurgled something, but it was too late.

Zain looked over his shoulder toward Velra.

"Sorry," he said flatly. "I didn’t wait for you."

Velra only smiled.

"Don’t worry, Master," she replied.

"As long as he’s dead... that’s enough for me."

Zain smirked. "Good."

And then, without another word, he closed his grip.

There was a sickening crunch.

Valcair’s skull collapsed inwards like cracked glass.

Blood splattered across the wall behind them as his body dropped.

Zain shook his hand clean, watching as the fragments of Valcair’s remains fell from his fingers, blood dripping to the floor.

"Now that he’s dead..." Zain said slowly.

"There’s another show to watch."

The sound of heavy breathing and footsteps snapped him back to the present.

The branded slaves, those who had been under Valcair’s control, began to stir.

Their eyes, once dull and obedient, now burned with rage.

The moment Valcair’s control was severed, they were free to act on their instincts.

Their bodies trembled, their muscles bulging, their jaws clenched in fury.

Zain’s eyes gleamed.

He could feel the rising power in the room, the tension building with every passing second.

"They’re not as disciplined as they think they are," he muttered, almost to himself.

One of the larger slaves, a towering, muscle-bound figure, roared and stepped forward.

His fists clenched and veins bulged beneath his skin.

Another slave, a woman with elongated, jagged nails, hissed as she bared her teeth.

Zain turned to Velra, who was still standing calmly.

"Go out and wait for me," he ordered quietly.

Velra raised an eyebrow but didn’t question him.

"Leave them to you?" she asked.

"I know you’re good, but they’re not just any slaves."

Zain’s smirk widened. "I know. That’s why I’m going to make this quick."

He turned back to face the thrashing slaves, cracking his knuckles.

His crimson eyes gleamed as his horns began to grow, the red and black energy around him intensifying.

"They’ll be fun to play with."

Velra gave him a short nod and then moved toward the exit.

"Hurry up. You’re not the only one with things to do."

Zain didn’t answer her.

He could hear the chaos brewing around him, the slaves’ roars growing louder as they surged toward him.

The rage in their eyes was palpable, but Zain had faced worse.

A smirk tugged at his lips as he straightened his back.

He cracked his knuckles and flexed his fingers, feeling the rush of power already building inside him.

"Now it seems," he said.

"I can use you to get my Heavenly Demon Body to the third stage."

The slaves hesitated, a flicker of confusion passing across their faces.

They weren’t used to hearing their enemies speak like this.

Zain’s grin widened as he continued, "Let’s play, shall we?"

He leapt forward without warning, moving faster than the eye could follow.

Quick Step made his movements even more fluid, faster than they could react.

He danced around the group of slaves, dodging their attacks effortlessly, his own strikes landing with precision.

The slaves fought back, but their movements were too slow to match his.

Zain laughed under his breath. "This is almost too easy."

With each strike, his body absorbed the energy and the pain.

With it, the power flowed into his veins, bringing him closer to the next level.