Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 113: Meet the Uncle

Valcair’s eyes rested on the pink-haired branded, still kneeling before him.

"She walked away?"

The pink-haired woman nodded.

"Yes, Master. She didn’t run. She didn’t fight."

"She just... saw us, saw the marks... and turned her back."

She couldn’t say that they run, right?

Valcair’s brow twitched.

"Did you tell her?"

"About us wanting to follow her? Serve her?"

"We did, Master," the slave said, keeping her head low.

"We said we wanted to be under her command. That we admired her."

"We even told her she could punish us—if that would please her."

"And?"

The woman swallowed.

"The moment she saw the mark on my neck... she became furious."

"Silent. And then... she walked away."

Valcair’s breath caught.

He stepped closer, eyes narrowing.

"What do you mean she became furious?"

"She... changed," the pink-haired slave whispered.

"Her eyes burned."

"She said nothing, but we could feel it."

"She knew what it was."

Valcair froze.

"...She knew the tattoo?"

"Yes," the slave confirmed.

"Even though you changed it."

"Even though it’s not the exact design anymore..."

"She recognized it."

Valcair stared blankly at the stone floor for several seconds.

"That’s... impossible."

The woman didn’t answer.

"She can’t know about it. The original mark was buried with the family."

"Only I preserved it. Only I made these newer seals."

"She should not know." He clenched his fist.

"Master," the slave said slowly.

"She also seemed to know about... the Vantess name."

"She didn’t say it. But when we mentioned the family, her eyes—"

"Damn it!" Valcair hissed.

He spun away, teeth bared, his hunched shoulders trembling slightly.

"To think... the Velvet Demon knows the Vantess bloodline..." he muttered.

"Even if the old mark was modified, it’s still rooted in our legacy. Some parts... too familiar."

He paused.

"...But how?"

Valcair’s thoughts churned.

Could she be someone from the mansion?

No. She’d be too young... unless... no, they all died.

They burned. That girl—what was her name?

Velra? Veleria? She was a child. Barely useful. Would’ve been ash-like the rest.

He chuckled darkly to himself.

"Still," he whispered.

"If she knows... then that makes her even more valuable."

Valcair looked up, face tightening.

"They rejected me for being ugly. They cast me out like filth."

"But I took what mattered before they could destroy it all. The books. The brands. The memory."

His voice dropped lower.

"They made me invisible. Good. Because now I’m the last one."

"And I get to decide who the next Vantess is."

He turned to the woman kneeling beside his chair.

A tall, expressionless A-Rank slave with short blue hair and a flawless combat physique.

"Take the Velvet Demon," Valcair said coldly.

"I don’t care how. But bring her back. Alive."

The woman bowed her head. "Understood."

In an instant, she vanished into the darkness.

Valcair let out a low sigh, then turned to the three other kneeling slaves.

He gave them one long look.

"...I don’t need you three anymore."

The women stiffened.

"Time to sell you," he added bluntly. "But before that—"

He raised his left hand. A sickly red glyph lit up on his palm.

"Let’s remind you who still owns your bodies."

The glyph flared.

The three slaves screamed, bodies convulsing in perfect sync.

The Pain Trace ability rippled through their nervous systems.

Their agony echoed through the chamber—shaking, sharp, deliberate.

Valcair didn’t blink.

He just watched.

And smiled.

---

Velra sat on the edge of a crumbled rooftop, legs crossed.

The mist curled around her ankles, clinging like chains.

But it wasn’t the cold that made her still.

It was rage.

"Damn it..." she whispered.

She clenched her fists tight enough to strain the leather of her gloves.

The Vantess... they’re still alive. Somehow.

She’d burned the mansion.

She watched the blood run.

Every room. Every floor. No survivors.

"Everyone lived in that house," she muttered, jaw tightening.

"We kept it all in one place. That was their arrogance."

No cousins. No distant exiles. No missing heirs.

The Vantess family prided themselves on legacy concentration.

Only those in the mansion held the name.

"There’s no one left," she hissed.

"There can’t be."

But the seal... the damn seal... She’d seen it on those impostors.

A new version, twisted but familiar.

Velra stood, pacing the rooftop edge like a caged beast.

"...So who the hell is the last bloodline?" She muttered.

"Who slipped through?"

She paused, eyes narrowing.

No answer came.

"Who was so worthless they weren’t even worth killing?"

Her hands trembled.

"I’m done guessing."

With a slow breath, she steadied herself.

Straightened her jacket. Composed her expression.

Then she rolled her neck and sneered.

"Let’s calm down," she said aloud.

"I need a distraction. Some idiot to break."

She pulled a compact device from her belt.

A stolen info pad loaded with Association surveillance tags and leaked profiles.

A small cluster of images flickered onto the cracked screen.

"Let’s go hunting again," she said with a half-smile.

"Who’s next?"

She scrolled lazily through the list.

Rookie squads. Mid-rank patrols. Corrupt B-Ranks.

Then she stopped.

A name blinked up.

She tilted her head, then laughed once.

"Oh. You."

She leaned back against the rooftop antenna.

She stretched her arms like a predator before a feast.

"Arrogant. Likes to gamble."

"Uses his hero funds to throw underground parties and ’invest’ in staged villain attacks for social credit."

She zoomed in on the file.

B-Rank Hero, Kazzro Delven.

Known for flashy flame projections and zero confirmed rescues.

"Drinks. Cheats. Smiles for the camera. And robs civilians behind it."

Velra’s grin turned sharp. "You’ll do just fine."

She stood up, brushing dust from her thighs.

"Come on, Kazzro," she whispered.

"Let’s see how long you smile when I twist your spine out of place."

Then her voice dropped into a low hum as she vanished into the night.

"One fake hero at a time. And maybe, just maybe..."

"I’ll find which bastard dared to bring my name back from the ashes."

"And when I find it, I’ll make sure to end it for good."