Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 147: Hack Points Down

Zain smirked and leaned back into the sofa, eyes glowing faintly.

"System," he said clearly, "fuse all my mid-tier abilities into one."

He paused, then added with a grin, "And throw in some of my low-tier ones too."

He thought for a moment longer.

"And if you can..."

"Make it so I passively generate that strange energy I’ve been feeling in battle."

His eyes narrowed.

"Let’s just call it... Heavenly Demon Ether."

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[Hack Initiation: Ability Fusion]

[Target: Zain Zavathor]

[Abilities Fused: All Mid-Tier and Some Low-Tier Abilities]

[New Ability Acquired: Heavenly Demon Ether (Mid+ Tier)]

[Cost Required: 500,000 Hack Points]

[Status: Executing...]

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Zain watched as the screen shifted, data lines flickering rapidly.

His Hack Points dropped fast—half a million gone in seconds.

"Wow," he muttered. "Didn’t think it would cost that much."

He scratched his jaw.

"But... this better be worth it."

Another screen appeared, showing the new ability.

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[Heavenly Demon Ether]

[A corrupted divine energy that flows through the user’s body. It gradually enhances strength, durability, senses, and battle instinct.]

[When fully activated, it transforms the user into a black-red-gold warform, complete with horns, wings, and a burning tail. The energy flows passively, building up over time.]

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Zain grinned as the process completed.

He stood up slowly.

He could feel it—something pulsing inside him.

It wasn’t like before.

This time, the power wasn’t only there during transformation or battle.

Now it flowed inside him all the time. Low, steady... like a quiet fire under his skin.

He flexed his fingers.

"So this is what it feels like..."

His eyes narrowed slightly.

"In my past life, we had qi. But this..."

He clenched his fist.

Red-black-gold light flickered briefly around his knuckles.

"This is different."

"It’s darker. Wilder."

"But it’s mine."

He looked at his reflection in the window—his eyes glowing faintly.

"With this," he whispered, "I don’t need to chase high-tier abilities."

"I’ll make my own."

He tapped the side of his head.

"Next time I fight, I’ll test it. See how fast it builds. How far it grows."

He sat back down, still grinning.

"This will get interesting."

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Zain sat quietly, still feeling the new energy flowing through his body.

He smirked. "Perfect. Now let’s test it."

He stood up, ready to go find a new target to fight.

But then—he paused.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

A strange feeling moved through his chest. A pull. A presence.

"...Velra?"

He focused. The feeling got stronger.

"I can feel her more clearly now..."

He stared at his wrist.

"It’s the Flesh Brand."

He clenched his fist.

"It must’ve fused into my new ability."

"Heavenly Demon Ether... it’s enhancing the connection."

He stepped toward the window and looked out over the city.

And then—

He sensed it.

Clashing energy.

Velra’s.

And another... familiar.

"Blazren’s people," he muttered. "She’s fighting someone from his side."

He shook his head, chuckling.

"Not a real fight... just a clash."

Still, he didn’t want her going too far.

"Let’s check on her."

Without hesitation, he snapped his fingers.

Black-red-gold wings burst out of his back.

He stepped onto the balcony and kicked off the edge.

He soared into the sky, the wind rushing past his face as his wings cut through the air.

The city blurred below him.

His eyes locked on the zone ahead.

"Hold on, Velra. I’m coming."

In seconds, he vanished from BB-1, heading straight for her location.

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In a dusty, half-ruined zone near BD-3, the ground shook from bursts of movement.

Smoke hung in the air. Ash covered the broken streets.

Velra stood in the center, calm and deadly, her black high boots coated in blood.

She looked down at the last struggling B-Rank hero crawling across the cracked pavement.

Three others already lay still—burned, broken, or torn apart.

Around her, her new slaves stood silently. All women. All branded.

Their eyes glowed faintly, and each one moved with perfect discipline.

One of them held a burning chain. Another had long claws.

The third, a hammer coated in fresh blood.

The last hero tried to speak, gasping. "Wh... why are you doing this...?"

Velra tilted her head, eyes cold.

"You’re just practice."

She raised her leg and stomped down—crack—ending it.

She turned to her slaves.

"Clean up the rest."

They moved instantly.

The hammer-wielding slave charged into a building where two injured support agents hid.

She slammed her hammer into the wall—BOOM—breaking it open and sending debris flying.

The support agents screamed.

She stepped inside.

She looked around and located their heartbeats instantly.

She quickly finished them.

Meanwhile, the one with burning chains caught a fleeing hero.

The chains wrapped around his body, heating fast.

He screamed as they burned through his armor.

She pulled—tight.

Silence.

Velra walked slowly through the center of the ruined block.

She watched calmly as her slaves worked. No orders needed.

She stopped at a broken street sign and leaned against it.

"So weak," she said softly. "And this is what they sends?"

Then her eyes shifted.

She felt something.

Heat. Pressure.

A familiar presence in the air.

She looked up.

A shape appeared in the sky.

Black-red-gold wings.

Velra smirked.

"Well... look who came to visit."

Zain landed hard, dust bursting outward as his boots hit the ground.

He stood tall, eyes scanning the mess.

"Velra," he said calmly.

She smiled. "Zain. You’re late."

He looked at the bodies, the ash, the broken ground.

"You went all out."

Velra shrugged. "They got in my way."

Zain walked closer, his eyes briefly landing on the branded slaves.

"They fought well."

"They followed orders," Velra said proudly.

Zain looked her over.

"You didn’t even use your full strength, did you?"

She shook her head. "Didn’t need to."

Zain smirked.

"I felt the energy through the Flesh Brand."

She raised an eyebrow. "You can feel that now?"

He nodded. "It fused into my new power."

He raised his hand—red-black-gold energy glowing across his skin.

Velra’s eyes widened just a little.

She stepped forward.

"Show me later," she said. "I want to see it up close."

Zain chuckled.

"Soon. For now, finish up here."

She turned back to the battlefield.

Her voice sharp and commanding.

"Clean the bodies. Burn the rest."

The slaves moved without a word.

Zain watched them, hands in his pockets.

"She’s growing fast," he said softly.

"And she’s mine."