Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 141: Raid First, Think Later

Blazren stood near the central board, calling out names and organizing files.

Around him, several young B-Rank and A-Rank heroes waited in silence, listening.

Some sat on benches. Others stood straight, tense but ready.

He pointed to a group of three.

"You three will head to the BD-4 perimeter."

"Scout only. Don’t engage unless necessary."

They nodded and stepped aside.

Another team stepped forward.

Blazren kept going, sorting more into squads. His voice was clear and firm.

Then one of the more experienced A-Rank heroes stepped forward.

He had a scar across his jaw and wore light armor with a chain on his back.

"Sir Blazren," the man said.

Blazren looked up.

"Yes?"

The man took a breath.

"This Valcair Vantess... he’s the one behind all this, right?"

"The one controlling those slave soldiers?"

Blazren nodded. "That’s what we confirmed from Meyra."

The man continued, "Then... does that mean he’s the real reason so many B-Rank heroes have been dying in the city lately?"

Blazren frowned, folding his arms. "Most likely."

"But..." the hero said, "wasn’t the first name being whispered around... the Velvet Demon?"

Blazren didn’t answer at first.

The hero pressed on.

"People said she was the one killing heroes."

"The one that started the chaos. Then these slaves came later, acting like her."

"Moving like her. Copying her attacks."

"Are they connected?" he asked.

"Her and Valcair?"

Blazren’s face darkened. "I don’t know."

He looked at the board, then back at the team.

"These slave soldiers... they’re not really replicating what the Velvet Demon does."

"They move like her. Use similar tricks. But not the same purpose."

"What do you mean?" someone asked.

Blazren explained, voice low.

"The Velvet Demon targeted corrupt heroes. Problem cases."

"She had a method, even if it was brutal."

He looked around at the others.

"These copies? They kill anyone. They don’t care who it is."

"Civilians, support staff, low-rank patrols. No target. Just blood."

The hero nodded slowly. "So... enemies, then."

"Maybe," Blazren said.

"Maybe Valcair wanted to destroy her."

"Maybe he wanted to control her. Maybe this was all just a trick."

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

"We don’t have all the answers yet. Just broken pieces."

Another young hero raised a hand. "Then what do we do?"

Blazren’s eyes hardened.

"For now? We raid the bases."

He stepped back, voice steady.

"We break the network. Free the slaves if we can. Put down the ones we can’t."

He looked over the teams again.

"If we do that, we can calm the city. Just a little."

He let out a tired sigh.

"My head already hurts from all the complaints."

One of the younger B-Rank heroes stepped forward.

"Complaints? From who?"

Blazren gave a dry chuckle.

"Take a guess. Officials. Business leaders. Parents."

"Even other heroes. Everyone wants answers, and fast."

Another hero spoke up, "But we’re the ones out here risking our lives."

Blazren nodded. "Exactly. And they think yelling at me will fix everything."

The first B-Rank frowned. "That’s not fair."

"Yeah, well," Blazren muttered, "nothing about this job is."

He walked over to the board again and pointed to a cluster of red dots.

"These locations are confirmed hideouts."

"You’re all going to check them. Be smart."

"Don’t act like heroes in a movie. Get in, do the job, and stay alive."

One of the A-Rank heroes raised a hand. "What if we find more branded soldiers?"

Blazren’s eyes narrowed.

"If they surrender, secure them. If they attack... take them down."

The room went quiet for a moment.

Blazren looked around, his tone softer now.

"You all are doing good work. I know this isn’t easy." freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Then he smirked.

"But don’t get cocky. If I have to drag any of you out of the rubble, I’ll punch you myself."

A few of the younger heroes laughed.

The tension eased just a little.

Blazren stepped back and folded his arms.

"Alright. Teams move out in ten minutes. Dismissed."

They started to break off in groups, getting ready.

Blazren stayed behind, watching them go.

Another day, another fire to put out.

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Zain stepped through the apartment door, dropping his coat near the wall.

The quiet was comforting.

He looked around and called out, "Big sis, Zelia, are you okay?"

Zelia peeked out from the side room with a small smile.

"Yeah, I’m fine. Savra brought me to the hospital here in BB-1."

Zain stepped closer. "Really?"

Zelia nodded.

"This zone’s super advanced. Futuristic tech, high-class treatment."

"My body healed fast."

Zain let out a soft breath. "I see... thanks, Savra."

Savra leaned casually against the wall nearby, arms crossed and eyes half-lidded.

"Of course," she said with a teasing grin.

"Don’t worry, Zain. As long as I’m interested in you..."

She winked. "Your sister will always be safe."

Zain gave her a small smile. "Thanks, Savra."

Then he turned and headed toward his room.

Savra’s voice followed him as he walked ahead. "So... tonight. You still want to go again?"

Zain glanced over his shoulder, smirking. "Of course."

She raised an eyebrow. "You’ve been on missions for days. Got anything left?"

He scoffed. "You’ll be lucky if you can walk tomorrow."

From the couch, Zelia groaned. "Can you not? Some of us are trying to sleep."

Savra laughed, low and shameless. "Then stuff your ears, little sis."

Zain shot Zelia a grin, unbothered.

He pushed open his door and stepped inside without a word, still smirking.

He dropped onto the bed and let out a quiet sigh.

The first wave of slave chaos... finished.

He leaned back, staring at the ceiling.

Then his voice lowered.

"Savra..."

He turned slightly and looked through the cracked door where her shadow moved.

I still don’t know who you really are.

She was always calm, always teasing, always watching but never careless.

A part of her stayed hidden.

She’s mysterious... too mysterious for a normal supporter.

Zain’s smirk returned.

"But I like that."

He closed his eyes.

The more mysterious she is...

...the better she’ll be when she becomes my second slave.