Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 143: Foggy with a Chance of Beatdown

Zain walked into the Hero Association building, hands in his pockets.

He had no idea that his big sister, Zelia, was already gone.

Off with Savra, heading toward the A-Zone to start her real training.

That truth would come later.

For now, Zain had one goal in mind.

"Let’s hunt more monsters," he muttered with a grin.

"Let’s see what’s out there today."

As he approached the mission desk, he noticed a familiar figure still standing near the main board.

"Old man," Zain called out, smirking. "You didn’t go on any raid?"

Blazren turned slowly, arms crossed, eyes calm.

"I already did," he said.

Zain raised an eyebrow. "Then why are you still here?"

Blazren tapped a few files on the panel before finally turning to Zain.

"Because I’m the leader," he said simply.

"Someone has to stay and oversee all the groups."

Zain shrugged. "Makes sense."

Blazren gave a small nod. "Not every fight needs my fists. Some need my eyes."

Zain leaned against the wall beside him.

"I thought you were all fire and punches. Guess you do paperwork too."

Blazren gave him a dry look.

"Heavenly Demon, just focus on your own missions."

Zain chuckled. "Sure, sure. No need to get hot."

Blazren didn’t smile, but his tone lightened just a little.

"Watch yourself out there."

Zain pushed off the wall. "I always do."

He turned to head toward the mission robot.

But before he walked too far, he glanced over his shoulder.

"Hope your teams come back in one piece."

Blazren replied without turning.

"I hope you come back without burning down a district."

Zain grinned wider. "No promises."

He then walked off, hands in his pockets, heading straight toward the mission robot.

He stopped in front of it, staring at the screen.

"Hey," he said, voice calm. "I want something stronger than the last one."

The robot’s eyes lit up, scanning his ID.

"Previous mission: Dreadgnarl – Completed. Scanning for higher difficulty targets..."

Zain waited, tapping his fingers against the edge of the desk.

The robot beeped.

"Recommended mission: Mistfang Pack – The Dread Howlers."

Zain raised an eyebrow. "Mistfang?"

The screen showed multiple wolf-like creatures moving through heavy fog, their blue eyes glowing.

"A-Rank monsters," the robot confirmed.

"Located in BD-5 mist ruins. Estimated threat level: high."

Zain leaned closer. "How many?"

"A pack of four confirmed. Possible more unreported."

Zain grinned. "Now that sounds fun."

The robot continued, "Reward: 100,000 credits upon full elimination."

"Bonus points awarded if done solo."

Zain’s grin widened. "Good. I don’t like sharing."

"Warning," the robot said.

"These monsters operate as a team. High stealth and ambush risk."

"Perfect," Zain muttered. "Makes it more exciting."

He clicked "accept" on the screen.

"Mission accepted," the robot said.

"Coordinates uploaded. Travel safe, Heavenly Demon."

Zain turned to leave, but paused.

He looked back at the screen for a second, then chuckled.

"Mistfang, huh? Let’s see how fast I can tear your pack apart."

He walked away without looking back, his steps sharp, his smirk growing.

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Zain arrived at the BD-5 mist ruins. The place was quiet—too quiet.

Thick fog rolled across the broken road and half-collapsed buildings.

He stood still, listening.

The moment he stepped forward, the mist stirred unnaturally.

Four glowing blue eyes appeared ahead.

Then four more to the right.

And four more behind.

The Mistfangs had arrived.

They were moving in complete silence, their dark forms nearly blending with the fog.

Zain didn’t flinch.

He smirked.

"So you all wanna jump me at once?"

A cold breeze passed.

"Fine by me."

He raised both hands, eyes glowing red and gold.

"Let’s see if you can handle this."

He quickly used Angelic Demon Shift.

Wings burst from his back.

Horns formed, curving high.

His black-gold tail snapped behind him like a burning whip.

Zain’s body lit with power.

He grinned.

"Come on, wolves. Let’s dance."

The first Mistfang lunged in from the right—claws extended.

Zain vanished and reappeared behind it, slamming his elbow into its side.

The wolf crashed into a wall but vanished into mist.

Another Mistfang darted from above, using a half-fallen tower to leap down.

Zain looked up.

WHAM.

He raised his tail, blocking the strike with the burning spear tip.

The beast snarled and leapt back.

The third charged low, trying to bite his legs.

Zain twisted mid-air and kicked downward, smashing the wolf into the stone floor.

But the fourth Mistfang was already behind him.

It quickly used Terror Howl.

The sound wasn’t loud.

It was cold, echoing inside his skull.

Zain froze for a moment. His body stiffened.

"Tch—annoying."

The wolves moved in fast.

One from the left.

One from behind.

One above.

Zain took a deep breath and let it out in a short laugh.

"You really think this’ll work?"

A black-red-gold pulse exploded from his body.

The fog around him rippled.

The wolves staggered for a second, losing coordination.

Zain darted forward, grabbing one by the throat mid-lunge and slamming it into the ground.

He spun and delivered a heavy kick into another’s face, sending it crashing into rubble.

One tried to retreat into the mist—Zain’s wings flared, and he vanished.

He reappeared above it.

"Surprise."

He came down like a meteor.

His horns glowed, piercing into the Mistfang’s shoulder as he drove it into the floor.

A shockwave blew the mist outward.

The last one appeared behind him again—moving fast, claws sharp.

It used Mist Shift to vanish and reappear at his side instantly.

But Zain was already moving.

His burning tail whipped across the wolf’s face before it could attack.

The beast yelped and rolled, smoke rising from the burn.

Zain stood in the center of the battlefield now, wings open wide.

All four wolves were circling again, injured but not down.

"Not bad," he said. "You’re faster than most."

He cracked his neck.

"But not faster than me."

He shot forward again, targeting the weakest one.

He kicked it into a wall and pinning it with his foot.

He raised one hand.

He spun, using all six wings to slice and bash the other Mistfangs closing in.

They hit the ground one by one, bodies smoking, bleeding.

Zain looked down at the pinned one beneath him.

It tried to Mist Shift again.

Zain’s foot pressed harder.

"Not this time."

He slammed his tail into its skull. It stopped moving.

One down.

Three to go.

Zain looked up, his eyes burning.

"Let’s finish this."