Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 268: Lightning Girl Says Bye

The simulation gate pulsed blue again.

Volt Stride stepped inside, calm and focused.

Her lightning boots sparked with every step.

Her silver braid swayed behind her.

She didn’t rush. She didn’t need to.

The system around her shifted.

Stone floors turned into cracked tiles.

Pipes glowed with heat. Smoke hissed from vents along the edges.

Above her, the voice called out:

[Phase Start – Group Clash Simulation]

Five flame-type enemies appeared in front of her.

One Ember Reaver, one Ashen Conduit, two Pyro Fist Monks, and one flying flame drone circling overhead.

Volt Stride cracked her neck.

"Let’s make this quick."

The Ember Reaver charged first.

[Blazing Lunge]

Volt didn’t move until the last second.

She vanished in a sharp bolt of light.

[Volt Blink]

She reappeared behind the Reaver in an instant.

Sparks snapped off her boots. Her leg swung up fast.

[Sky Lash Kick]

The spinning kick slammed into the Reaver’s back, launching it across the field.

It hit the wall hard and didn’t get up.

The drone above reacted, firing flame bolts.

Volt slid sideways, sparks flying around her feet.

She dashed again, another [Volt Blink]—this time straight into the air.

Mid-air, she spun and threw a crackling spear.

[Arc Trail Spear]

The lightning spear shot through the air, piercing the drone’s core.

It exploded in a blast of smoke and falling sparks.

She landed on a ledge. The two Monks came next.

One leapt. The other tried to flank. freёnovelkiss-com

She grinned.

"Too slow."

She dashed between them, her movements sharp and fast.

Each dash left a lightning copy behind her.

[Tempest Strider]

Three clones flickered across the map, confusing the Monks’ aim.

They struck at the fakes and missed completely.

Then Volt returned—appearing above them mid-flip.

She kicked downward.

[Sky Lash Kick] again.

This time, it sent the first Monk crashing into the floor.

The second Monk turned, fists glowing.

[Ignition Palm]

He charged forward.

She blocked the strike with her forearm, sparks grinding off the contact.

She let the stored energy build.

"Got you."

[Charged Momentum] activated.

Her next hit stunned the Monk instantly.

One last dash forward, and her fist sparked on impact.

He dropped.

That left only one.

The Ashen Conduit stood across the field, already placing runes.

[Runeburst Field]

The tiles below her lit up.

Volt didn’t panic.

She ran forward, weaving between the glow patterns.

The heat rose fast, but her boots were already charged.

She jumped into the air, twisting mid-spin.

Her lightning clones scattered in all directions.

The Conduit tracked the wrong one.

Big mistake.

She dashed one last time, right into melee range.

[Arc Trail Spear] again—this time at point-blank.

The bolt went straight through.

The Conduit flickered and fell apart.

Sparks and silence filled the room.

Volt stood alone, not breathing hard.

She brushed a finger under her eye, flicking away a trail of sweat.

Above, the message appeared:

[Phase Cleared]

Volt took one last look at the burning ground behind her.

"All done."

She turned toward the open gate and walked forward without a glance back.

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Ashblade watched the replay of Volt Stride’s last strike. Fast, clean, and direct.

Her spear had gone through the Conduit like it was paper.

He narrowed his eyes.

"She doesn’t waste time."

Whisperlash nodded, arms folded.

"Not flashy either. Just sharp and quick."

Ashblade kept watching the footage.

Her dashes, the fake clones, the high-speed kicks.

"She reads enemy timing well. Reacts fast. No panic."

Whisperlash leaned her shoulder against the wall.

"You like her?"

Ashblade replied calmly.

"I respect efficiency."

He turned away from the screen and stepped toward the edge of the platform, looking down at the simulation zone.

"She’s not as reckless as Ember Striker," he said.

"And not as quiet as Sightpiercer. She’s somewhere in between."

Whisperlash walked beside him.

"So what’s her weakness?"

Ashblade took a breath.

"She relies on rhythm. Break her flow, and she hesitates."

Whisperlash raised an eyebrow.

"You think she’s the kind to freeze?"

"No," Ashblade said.

"But if she’s forced to choose between fast or smart... she’ll choose fast."

Whisperlash smiled under her mask.

"That sounds like something we can use."

They both turned as Volt Stride walked through, boots sparking lightly with each step.

She looked at Ashblade and Whisperlash for only a second—eyes sharp, unreadable.

Then she turned away and headed straight for the Stage 3 entrance.

No words. No hesitation.

Whisperlash raised an eyebrow.

"Well, she’s polite."

Ashblade didn’t respond.

He watched Volt Stride’s back as she disappeared through the glowing archway.

He rolled his shoulders once and adjusted the sword on his back.

Whisperlash glanced at him.

"Are we going in now?"

Ashblade nodded slowly.

"Yeah. It’s time."

She pushed off the wall with a stretch, arms above her head.

"You sure you don’t want to see how the others handle this stage first?"

Ashblade had already started walking toward the gate.

"We’ve seen enough."

Whisperlash caught up beside him, eyes flicking toward the glowing arch.

"So those three—Ember, Sightpiercer, Volt—are enough for you?"

Ashblade gave a slight nod.

"They gave me all I needed."

Whisperlash smirked.

"If you say so, boss man."

Ashblade looked ahead at the glowing entrance.

The gate in front of them gave off a low hum.

The air around it was cooler, heavier.

It didn’t burn like Stage 1 or crackle like Stage 2.

It was quiet. Too quiet.

Whisperlash looked at it, then back at Ashblade.

"So, no flames, no drones, no explosions?"

He stepped closer to the entrance.

"Not yet."

Whisperlash pulled her mask tighter.

"Then let’s see what’s behind door number three."

Ashblade’s voice was calm.

"Whatever it is... it’s not about strength."

She tilted her head.

"Why do you think that?"

Ashblade kept his eyes on the glowing arch ahead.

"Stage One was about infiltration—movement, awareness, decision-making under pressure."

He took another step forward.

"Stage Two was about raw power. Speed. Combat skill. How fast you can kill."

Whisperlash nodded slowly.

"So this one’s different."

Ashblade’s hand hovered near his sword.

"It has to be. If they tested body and strength... then this stage is testing something else."

She smiled behind her mask.

"Mind? Heart? Fear?"

Ashblade’s tone didn’t change.

"Doesn’t matter."

He looked at her.

"We’ll pass it either way."

Then, without another word, they stepped into the light.

And the gate closed behind them.

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