Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 103: The Velvet Demon Strikes

The halls of the Hero Association were buzzing.

Conversations overlapped and tension filled the air.

Zain stepped in and raised an eyebrow.

The moment he entered, a few lower-ranked heroes stopped talking.

Others glanced at him and quickly turned away.

He smirked.

Guess the Heavenly Demon title is spreading faster than expected.

He made his way to the central wing, where Blazren was coordinating a small team of enforcers.

The flame-clad A-Rank looked tired, his brow furrowed.

Zain leaned against the nearest wall.

"Looks like a storm hit the place."

Blazren turned.

"You showed up at a good time—or a bad one."

Zain tilted his head.

"What happened? Villain trouble?"

Blazren nodded.

"Yeah. But not just any villain."

"We’ve got a new masked lunatic hitting the scene."

"Masked lunatic? That’s not rare."

Zain raised an eyebrow.

"What makes this one different?"

Blazren tossed a data pad to him.

"This one’s calling herself the Velvet Demon."

Zain’s hand caught the tablet.

But his eyes narrowed the moment he heard the name.

"...Velvet Demon?"

Blazren continued.

"She’s been hunting male heroes. Only males."

"At night. So far, three dead. All B-Rank."

Zain’s grip tightened slightly.

"Reason?"

Blazren frowned.

"Here’s the twist. She’s not just killing them. She’s exposing them."

"Surveillance footage. Private documents."

"All were broadcasted during or after the kill."

Zain looked back at him, hiding the sharp glint in his eyes.

"...Exposing their secrets?"

Blazren nodded.

"And some of those ’heroes’ weren’t exactly clean."

"One of the guys she killed?"

"Turns out he was using his patrol authority to blackmail civilians."

Zain leaned off the wall and returned the tablet.

"So she’s not just killing. She’s correcting."

"Still a problem," Blazren muttered.

"The media’s chewing us up."

"Public image is tanking."

"People are calling her a dark justice figure."

Zain smirked faintly.

"And the Association doesn’t like vigilantes who outdo the system."

Blazren didn’t respond, but the tension was answer enough.

Zain gave a slow nod. "I see."

He turned away from Blazren, hiding his smirk.

So Velra had made her debut.

Loud. Direct. Fearsome.

And she’d even chosen her name well.

"Let me guess," Zain said, not looking back.

"She wears a mask. Black and pink. With a collar."

Blazren glanced at him.

"Yeah. That’s her. You know her?"

Zain shrugged.

"Just heard the rumors."

Inside, he was already grinning.

Good girl, Velra.

He didn’t need to stop her.

She was doing exactly what she was meant to.

---

Blazren crossed his arms as Zain strolled up again.

"What are you doing here again?"

Blazren asked, brow raised.

"Didn’t you just finish your rank advancement?"

Zain shrugged.

"Of course."

"But I’m not the type to sit around doing nothing."

"Figured I’d see if there’s a mission I can grab."

He stretched a little, then added with a smirk.

"I already took my week off after passing."

"Time to make things interesting again."

Blazren chuckled softly.

"Figures."

"You don’t really strike me as the type to sit on vacation."

Zain gave a slight nod.

"Too boring. Besides, I’ve got more to climb."

"Well," Blazren said, turning toward the main hallway.

"You can ask the robot receptionist at the mission desk."

"He’ll give you a list of current jobs—some ranked, some open bids."

Zain nodded. "Got it."

Blazren gave him a sidelong glance.

"Try not to wipe out the whole villain roster in one night."

"We still need names on the board."

Zain chuckled. "No promises."

With that, he turned and walked toward the front desk.

He already eyeing his next target

He was hungry and ready to hunt again.

---

Zain approached the robotic mission terminal stationed near the front hall.

The robot stood behind the glass counter.

Its eyes scanned as Zain stepped forward.

"Welcome, registered hero: Heavenly Demon. Status: A-Rank."

"How may I assist you?"

Zain leaned his elbow casually on the counter.

"Looking to stretch my legs," he said.

"Got anything good on the board today?"

The robot’s screen lit up with a series of categorized mission types.

Villain suppression and rescue operations.

Zain scrolled lazily through the interface.

"Villains again?" he muttered.

"Boring."

His eyes stopped on a glowing orange tab:

B-Rank Monster Threat—Solo Eligible.

Now that was new.

He tapped it.

The profile popped up:

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TARGET: Skorvile – The Webbed Slaughterer

LOCATION: BC-3 Tunnel Zone Perimeter

REWARD: 3,200 Credits + Hazard Bonus

---

Zain raised an eyebrow.

"A monster, huh? Never dealt with one of those."

The robot chimed.

"Target is classified as a mutated predator with ambush specialization."

"Multiple hero injuries reported. Confirm acceptance?"

Zain smirked.

"I like the name. ’Webbed Slaughterer’? Sounds dramatic."

He clicked ’Accept.’

"Confirmed," the robot replied.

"Target Skorvile is currently active in the lower tunnel zones near the BC-3 and BC-4 border."

"Proceed with caution."

"Mission file has been transferred to your wrist core."

Zain checked the blinking marker on his tattoo interface and nodded.

"Thanks, metalhead. Just what I needed to clear my head."

The robot nodded.

"Good luck, Heavenly Demon."

As Zain turned to leave, he smirked.

"Let’s see what a monster tastes like."

Then, he headed out toward BC-3.

---

Zain stepped to the edge of the BC-3 tunnel zone.

The air was thick with dust.

The deeper he went, the more the light seemed to vanish.

He glanced around.

Piles of old bones, some stripped clean, lay scattered across the broken pavement.

Thick webs stretched between steel pillars and over rusted piping.

"Yeah..."

Zain stepped over a skeleton whose helmet was half-broken.

"Definitely the right place."

He crouched near one of the webs, tapping it lightly with his fingers.

"It’s smart. Can probably feel every step I take."

He looked up.

Webs stretched all the way to the cracked ceiling, tangled like a nest.

"So... Let’s see if you’re home, spider-freak."

He stood straight, his voice rising a little.

"Skorvile," he called calmly.

"You’ve been a bad beast. I’m here to put you down."

Nothing answered at first.

Then... a faint rustle echoed above.

Zain’s eyes narrowed.

He reached into his coat and slowly drew his pistol.

"Found you."

And the hunt began.