Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 98: Three Dogs Barked

Velra moved through the alleys, dropping silently from a ledge.

She landed on cracked pavement without a sound.

In the center of the broken clearing ahead, the three men stood.

They were exactly as she remembered them.

Gurrak, hunched with wide shoulders and drool glistening at the corner of his mouth.

Gozmak was slapping a chunk of concrete with his calloused palm.

Droven sat on a beam, tossing a knife into the air and catching it with two fingers.

Velra stepped forward into the open.

Gurrak’s head snapped up immediately.

His lips stretched into a grin.

"Well, well... Look who’s come crawling back."

"Velra, baby girl. What brings you to our lovely little hole?"

Velra didn’t answer.

Gozmak chuckled.

"Damn, she got taller. Still got those legs though."

Droven licked his teeth.

"Didn’t think you’d come alone. Must’ve missed us."

Gurrak took a step forward, hands raised as if welcoming her.

"Don’t be shy, sweetheart. What is it? You here for work? Or maybe..."

His eyes glimmered with that perverted look.

"You finally decided to join our side?"

Velra finally spoke.

"I brought a gift."

She reached into a cloth sack tied to her side.

Pulled out a severed head.

Karven’s.

She threw it at their feet.

It rolled once... then stopped face-up in the dust.

All three froze for just a moment.

Then, surprisingly, none of them panicked.

Gurrak blinked.

Gozmak laughed.

"Damn. So you finally killed that stiff bastard?"

Droven tilted his head.

"Didn’t think you had the guts, Velra."

"Looks like you do belong with us after all."

Gurrak smiled wide again.

"So that’s it, huh? No more Karven. No more leash."

"You’re free now. Finally ready to be ours."

He stepped forward, arms open.

"C’mere."

"You already gave us a present, now it’s time you joined the family."

Velra didn’t move.

Her voice dropped like ice. "No."

They stopped.

Gurrak frowned slightly. "No?"

"I’m not free," Velra said.

Her hand raised to touch the sleek black-and-pink collar on her neck.

"I already belong to someone else."

The smiles faded.

Gurrak’s eyes narrowed. "What...?"

"I didn’t come here to join you."

She took a step forward.

The air around her sharpened.

"I came here to end you."

"You three will become my sacrifice."

"A gift for my Master."

Droven stood. Gozmak cracked his neck.

Gurrak’s growl rumbled in his chest.

"You little bitch—"

Velra activated Waltz Zone.

Her movements became smoother, sharper and faster.

While her enemies became slower than normal.

But she was still alone.

And there were three of them.

Gurrak let out a low growl.

His arms bulged. His fingers twisted into claws.

"You think that little field of yours scares me?"

Droven moved quickly using Quick Step.

He vanished and reappeared behind Velra.

Gozmak just walked forward like a tank.

His body already swelled with pain-boosted strength.

Velra leapt back, her kicks slicing through the air.

She didn’t hit them.

But every movement left a faint shimmer behind.

Blade Trace.

Invisible trails followed her legs.

They were waiting to snap if the enemies moved wrong.

Gurrak stepped right through one and winced as a gash opened across his chest.

It wasn’t deep, but it was enough to get his attention.

He roared, rushing at her with beastlike speed.

Velra ducked, spun, and jumped over a broken pipe.

Her foot struck the ground.

Another Blade Trace left behind.

But they were closing in.

Droven’s poison mist started to drift around the area.

Toxic Veil.

It clung to her skin, making her lungs feel heavy.

Gozmak grabbed a chunk of metal and threw it.

She dodged it, but it made her stumble slightly.

Gurrak was already on her.

His claw swiped and cut deep into her shoulder.

Blood sprayed.

Velra gritted her teeth and leapt away, barely landing on her feet.

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Her breathing got sharper. Her body, faster.

Blood Sync had activated.

The pain... made her stronger.

Now her legs moved like lightning.

She dashed forward and kicked toward Gozmak.

He blocked—but not fast enough.

A Blade Trace cut across his arm right after.

He howled and fell back.

Droven rushed in again, swinging a poison-coated blade.

Velra blocked with her shin, got nicked on the side.

But she kept moving.

She was bleeding from three places now.

Her shoulder, her ribs, her thigh.

But her focus had never been clearer.

The world moved slower.

She spun through the air, leaving more traces.

A deadly maze of invisible cuts.

Still... there were too many.

They learned fast.

Gurrak stopped charging blindly.

Gozmak kept his distance.

Droven circled with his mist, waiting for her to slip.

Velra breathed hard.

Gurrak smirked.

"I thought you said you’d end us,"

"But you’re just spinning around like a broken toy."

Droven also grinned.

"You’re leaking all over the floor, sweetheart."

"Not looking too sharp now, Razorwaltz."

Gozmak laughed.

"Still got those pretty legs, though."

"Shame we gotta break ’em."

Velra didn’t answer.

She adjusted her stance.

Gurrak slowly stepped forward, claws dragging across the ground.

"I should’ve taken you when I had the chance."

"Karven was weak. He didn’t know how to use you."

Droven chimed in, voice mocking.

"Don’t worry. We’ll take real good care of you."

Velra glared at them all.

"I’m not done."

Gurrak sneered. "You are now."

But Velra... smirked.

"No," she whispered.

"Now I use his power."

In a blink, her body vanished from sight.

Quick Step.

She reappeared behind Gozmak, her leg already coiled.

BOOM!

Her heel smashed into his ribs with a Hard Kick.

She launched the massive brute sideways into a pile of steel scraps.

A faint green mist shimmered in the air where her leg passed.

Venom Trace.

Gozmak coughed violently, eyes wide.

"Damn it...!"

Droven whipped around.

"She—!"

Too late.

Velra spun toward him, each step leaving a faint green afterglow.

She wasn’t just attacking.

She was painting the battlefield in poison.

Droven slashed at her, but she ducked under it.

Her foot scraped the ground, then launched upward.

A rising kick that left a venomous arc in the air.

Droven jumped back—but too late again.

The trail nicked his arm.

He winced.

Then staggered.

"Wh-What the hell—?!"

"Don’t you like poison?"

"Get used to it."

Gurrak roared and charged, his claws swinging wildly.

Velra met him head-on.

She slipped to the side, dragging a venom arc across his thigh mid-dash.

He grunted, barely missing a step.

"You bitch!"

Velra exhaled and whispered, "Not your bitch."

She kicked again—faster than before.

And the venom kept spreading.