Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 162: Only One Showed Up

Blazren stood in the Hero Association’s command room.

His eyes were locked on the screen in front of him.

The report showed the current status of hero losses.

He frowned deeply.

"A month... and over 200 heroes gone."

He tapped the screen.

"B-Rank. A-Rank. All missing."

An officer nearby lowered his head. "Yes, sir. No signs, no messages. Just gone."

Blazren muttered, "Damn it."

He turned and looked at everyone in the room.

"We can’t keep this up."

"We’ve already lost too many."

He pointed to the officer beside him. "Tell the top brass. We need AA-Rank heroes now."

The officer nodded. "All AA-Rank, sir?"

Blazren shook his head.

"No. Not the weak ones."

The room went silent.

"I want the peak AA-Ranks," Blazren said firmly. "The ones who are nearly S-Rank."

Another officer asked, "How many should we call?"

"As many as we can trust," Blazren said. "We’ll hold a meeting. No excuses."

He paced the room.

"I need people who can stand against this Heavenly Demon Sect. Not fall like the rest."

He stopped.

"They’re too organized. Too fast. If we don’t move now, the B-Zone will fall."

One officer whispered, "Will they even come?"

Blazren turned his head, eyes sharp. "They’ll come. Because if they don’t, they’ll be next."

He stepped forward, voice harder now.

"And let me make one thing clear."

"I don’t care what rank they are. I don’t care how proud they act."

The officers stayed silent.

Blazren continued. "I may only be A-Rank."

"But I’m still one of the leaders of the Hero Association in the B-Zones."

He looked around the room.

"I’ve fought longer than most of them. I’ve led more raids. I’ve buried more friends."

He pointed toward the red marks on the report board.

"You see those names? They were real people. Real heroes."

"And now they’re gone."

"While those so-called peak AA-Rank heroes sit in their buildings, polishing medals."

Another officer nodded quietly.

Blazren didn’t stop.

"They want to wait for S-Ranks to act? Fine."

"But if they’ve got the guts to step up, they’ll meet me in that room."

"We make a plan. We fight back."

He paused and then spoke again, calm but strong.

"And if they don’t come..."

"Then I’ll remember."

"Because in the end, when this place burns, I’ll know who stood with us..."

"And who ran."

The room stayed quiet.

Everyone understood.

This wasn’t a request anymore.

It was a warning.

---

The next day, Blazren stepped into the secure meeting room.

He stopped.

There was only one person sitting at the table.

Blazren’s eyes narrowed. "What the hell..."

He walked further in, clearly upset. "Is this a joke? I called for all peak AA-Rank heroes."

The man at the table didn’t move.

He sat calmly, hands folded, eyes sharp and silver under a thin visor.

"Blazren," he said, voice even. "Sit."

Blazren frowned harder. "Don’t order me."

"You’re angry," the man said. "Pointless. I expected that."

Blazren stepped closer. "Only you came?"

The man nodded once. "Yes."

Blazren gritted his teeth.

"Damn it. What is wrong with them?"

"This is war!"

"A real enemy group is killing our people and no one shows up?"

The man tilted his head.

"Only one group. One leader. One AA-Rank villain. Nothing large yet."

Blazren slammed a hand on the table. "That ’one group’ already killed over 200 heroes!"

The man didn’t flinch. "Mostly B-Ranks. Some A-Ranks. Nothing valuable lost."

Blazren stepped back, stunned. "You..."

The man finally stood up. "You know who I am. You know how I think."

Blazren stared. "Neuro."

Neuro gave a small nod. "Correct."

"You think 200 heroes dead is nothing?"

"I think it’s data," Neuro replied.

"That number means little. There are over ten thousand active heroes across B-Zone."

"Losing two hundred is 2%. Most were flawed."

Blazren clenched his fists. "They were still our people."

Neuro raised an eyebrow.

"Were they useful? Were they clean? I studied the report."

"Many had behavior issues. Corruption. Failure records."

Blazren looked at him, angry but silent.

Neuro continued. "You called for the best minds. I came."

"Because I am the brain. The others? They’re muscle. Not needed now."

"You think this is just theory?" Blazren asked.

"You think we’ll win by standing still?"

"No," Neuro said calmly. "I think we win by waiting. Watching. Learning."

Blazren stepped forward. "We already know who they are."

Neuro nodded. "Yes. Heavenly Demon Sect."

"One AA-Rank leader. Dozens of female soldiers."

"Strong bodies. Tight formations. Rapid execution. Precise movement."

Blazren crossed his arms. "And?"

Neuro looked at the screen behind them.

"They are too perfect. Too fast. No mistakes. That means one thing."

Blazren raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"They are being trained. Directly."

Blazren’s eyes narrowed. "You mean... someone is behind Velvet Demon?"

"Correct."

Blazren shook his head. "We’ve already guessed that."

Neuro nodded. "But now I have patterns. I’ve tracked their movement."

"They strike, vanish, never hit the same place twice. They’re farming something."

Blazren frowned. "Farming?"

"Bodies," Neuro said.

"Power. Their actions aren’t random. It’s a cycle."

"They collect corpses, they disappear. Then they reappear stronger."

Blazren stared at Neuro, his jaw tight.

"So what do we do?" he asked, voice full of frustration.

Neuro turned to him without emotion.

"You just sit tight," he said plainly. "Let me handle this."

Blazren frowned, his anger rising. "Sit tight? That’s your big answer?"

Neuro didn’t flinch. "Yes."

"You don’t need to fight. You’d only slow things down."

Blazren slammed his hand on the table.

"I’ve fought more battles than you’ve studied!"

Neuro nodded. "True. You’re older. More experienced. But that doesn’t matter now."

Blazren’s eyes narrowed. "And why’s that?"

"Because power matters more," Neuro replied.

"I’m stronger. Faster. Smarter. That’s all that counts in this fight."

Blazren clenched his fists. "You think I’ll just sit back while they kill more of us?"

"Yes," Neuro said without hesitation. "Because that’s exactly what you’ll do."

Blazren took a step forward, face tense. "Watch your mouth."

Neuro remained calm. "Emotion won’t help you. Strategy will."

Blazren stared for a moment, then looked away, breathing hard.

Neuro adjusted his visor.

"I’ll deal with this problem. Alone if needed. You’ll get your results."

He turned to leave.

Blazren didn’t stop him.

But the fire in his eyes said this wasn’t over.